A Nightcap of Vintage Wine

The light that shimmers red
through your glass of wine,
your words that come and go,
your whispers that excite
and dominate my ego,
all combine to make me
explore the concept of slavery,
to you and your need.

When I wake from that reverie,
I find that something has happened -
I am your slave in name and deed.

The candle gutters down
and I have a choice that is no choice.

I beg you to lead me down
and condition me with sexual fire
that burns but does not consume
or provide the weakness of release.

You have discovered my true self,
submissive and so eager
to please your every desire.

I am blinded by my need
to serve you.
I am drugged by the smell
of the perfume of your skin.

You have relieved my thoughts
of any reason but yours.

Let me remain your creature thus,
hypnotized in thrall,
forever driven to fulfill
your every sexual purpose.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin