_____by Styletto

My master puts joy in a darkened place,
where secrets and inhibitions once lived,
now replaced by physical and spiritual heat.
It turns my sadness into sweat,
that beads at my brow,
and the back of my neck,
and between the breasts she has claimed as her own,
that I relinquish willingly as reward
for finding my lost soul...
for breathing life into a body
that harbored rejection and regret
but now produces echoes of ecstasy.
She is my master
and it is her hand that reaches into my passion
and emerges soaked with delight.
She kisses my lips
and enters me with a tongue
too skilled for comparison.
I arch my back and beg for her mercy,
she responds by fulfilling the promises once uttered
by unloving male lips, attached to dicks
and love affairs that could not stick.
I was conceived on the day she decided to have me,
and the birthday I celebrate is on the day she first fucked me.
With my legs slung over her shoulders,
I straddle physical and heavenly worlds.
I am both pure angel,
and eager slave in her embrace.
My master puts joy in a darkened place.

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