I want to drench You like warm fallen rain
I crave to feel pleasure, not just pain
I want to show You my secret garden
I yearn to watch Your eyes as my golden brown orbs harden
I want to arch my back with need
I fantasize about tasting Your nectar, savoring Your seed
I want to kneel at Your feet
To feel Your hand upon my cheek
For eternity I could get lost in this feeling
You have touched me, my head is reeling
So many things I wish to say
I know You will listen, that is Your way
Mentor, Master, Teacher
The submissive in me, You have reached her
Now it is up to me to let her be free
I was wrong to say I only write for me
Your inspiration sets my mind at ease
I listen to Your words and am overcome with a feeling to please
You have seen everything I am from woman to child
Living a life that is wicked and wild
Yet it is my mind that You are still beckoning
I surrender, to that there is no reckoning
A smile and a soft kiss on the cheek
You see Sir, I am not strong, but rather weak
