Domma
Chest heaving, vice like hands on me
Breathless, I kneel, my heart pounding
Sensing your presence, skin tingling
Tasting lust, I savour this yearning
Bound, my limbs aching, straining
Greedily I listen for your command
Hungry for your control, pleading
My soul writhing, contorted by desire
Savouring your honeyed voice, rapture
My flesh, anticipating punishment due
Hollow, my voice, as if from afar, begging
My being consumed, I live to serve you
