Possession







Kneeling in the center
of the room,
head bowed,
eyes covered,
arms locked behind me.
Not a touch,
or a whisper
falls upon my flesh.
But I know Hes near
I can feel His eyes watching,
penetrating my soul.
I hear the chair squeek
as He rises.
What is next I do not know,
but I do not fear Him.
I can sense Him
close to me.
My body responds
without thought.
My mind goes to
that secret place.
My will is no longer
my own.
My submission
needs His Dominance.
I can not exsist
without Him.
I am His possession,
He is my Master.

© 1999 Angl





This poem is dedicated to my Master. He has helped make me the person I am today, and I am very proud to be collared by him.
I Love you Master.







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