Songs of Dominance

[Author's Note: A moment of sudden eroticism wrapped me as I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.]

I snatch your gaze, hold it tight,
Your move, my say, not your right.
Your breath is mine, your skin my claim,
Each mark I leave, will spell my name.

You beg, I choose, when you speak,
I break you, build you, make you squeak.
Your trust, my claim, your lips my loins,
You drop your shield, i enter, you yield.