Images of Submission

(i)

my pride and my thong,
my only defenses.

i watch you reclined in your lazy-boy,
surveying your latest conquest.

i cannot believe that i have submitted to you,
but my nipples, painfully erect at having your eyes feast on them,
tell me that this is so.

(ii)

i place a sacrifice to your lust on the altar.
my buttocks await the consuming fire of your hand.
my stomach presses onto your hardening cock.
my meekness is not weakness.

(iii)

i didn’t remember to ask for permission to go,
but You are patient.
You wait for me to bring your belt.

(iv)

Ripe, full melons presented to you.
Cleaved by your spear.
And just as a mother bird nurses her young,
So do you feed your cock to me.

(v)

Images of you sprint through my mind
Igniting a relay of emotion and sensation.
i do nothing about them.
It is forbidden.

(vi)

Restrained.
A meat hook.
Hands above my head.
Tears flow.
Mouth gagged.
Breasts whipped.
Legs stretched.
Tiptoes.

(vii)

You order me to seduce her
You order me to ignore my prejudice
My religion
My upbringing
My pride
My fear
You order me to seduce her
And I do it.