You

Softly stepping on the lambskin rug
I stalk you

You
Of the pale silk skin

You
Of the heaving bosom

You
Of the wailing cries

That hang in the air
As I part your thighs

Firmly tying the nylon rope
I bind you

You
Of the cotton candy colored hair

You
Of the straining muscles

You
Of the dirty words

That creep to my ears
In syncopated thirds

I want to
Suck your cock
My Master

Somehow
You draw out each syllable

Somehow
You draw me in

Somehow
You top from the bottom

Somehow
I give in

You
Are just as much the Master
As I