Writings

Writings

Oh Queen, My Queen

To make you mine, I would first enchain your heart and baracoon you in awe.
Aware always that I have been offered the most precious of gifts.
I will decipher the mysteries of desire. I will tame this beast within you.
I will take what is mine. The images come by force and I let them play.
Let them flood my being. Such sweet desire. I will etch myself onto
you through pain and suffering. Each tear will become precious.
Each cry an aria of passions bound. I will taste sweat and blood.
You will suffer for love and in that course become my queen.
Know that to own is to revere. For you may kneel at my
feet but I will always bow at the altar of your submission.

To my beautiful Slave Girl C