Your slave, your dog (Poem)

I will succumb at Your feet.

I will be Your slave,

Your dog,

attached to You,

begging and obedient,

wrapped in desire,

With humble and devoted passion.

will breathe on Your feet,

My mouth will be the sink.

in which You will wash Your beautiful plants.

Your slave,

Your dog,

marked by your collar,

controlled by your leash,

image of my being,

of my belonging to You.

Your slave,

Your dog,

as You wish,

Just as I always pray it to be.

© Charmel roses