When he kissed her lips.
He tasted life.
He knew that he wanted her for his wife.
When he touched her.
He felt like he was in heaven.
And that she was the reason for his living.

There’s a murmuring in the distance,
Followed by the clatter of human existence.
She watches the sway of enlightened trees
As her eyes are pulled into the sight of a forgotten reed.
The music of the buds
Pressed into her ears are
unclear as she breathes
In the scents of her past,
Childhood years.

An apology without change,
is just manipulation.

I love you, but I can wait till your rule over my life ends.

Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.