The End of the Day

The sweat on Your skin is sweet.
It is a gift to me
that You allow my tongue to taste it.
Your words have erotic power beyond belief.
Please may I bend my body low in supplication?
I am caught in the coil and constriction
of Your direction,
I am lost in the connections
that You impose upon me.
Your sweet kiss is a beautiful torture
that sends me down to submissive
eternity.
Rhythm and repetition,
word upon word,
arousal and control,
my soul is made to sing
like a slave auditioning.
I am an automaton that kisses
Your thighs, and moves upward
to pleasure the places
that You provide to me.
I am open completely
and Your desires decide
the trajectory of my need.
Only Your pleasure is important.
I follow the place Your eyes
mark while You ride Your passion.
Lock me away when You are finished.
I will worship the day
You return to take
the end of the day.

- (c) 2007, william the submissive poet