Her Words

I can almost see My words sink slowly into you.
Your face is blank and your eyes see
only the visions that I conjure for My amusement.
In the fantasy, I am your sorceress of power.
I control your universe with magic and mystery
and you worship Me as an erotic and wicked deity.
My oiled and perfumed finger traces a line
languorously down the vertebrae of your naked spine
leaving a growing weakness that follows behind.
I have changed your whole subjective reality
into one that is only centered around Me.
It is much too late for any thought of withdrawal now.
It is impossible for you to change back to what you were.
I have burned your bridges with the raging fires
of your secret fetishes and perversions stoked
to an intensity that destroys all possible thought.
You are mine to do with as My whims might move Me.
You have been shaped though My irresistible subversion.
Come here now and pleasure Me.

by william the submissive poet