A Sub Confession. Poem by maria goodison

For the night you came in to my room, i loved the
thrill of not knowing who you were.
The blindfold did it's job and kept me still and
breathing fast.
The cuff that tied my arm's, how i enjoyed the smell
of leather.
With the ropes that held my ankle digging in slowly
how I long for that feel again.
The night I became your toy was the most alive that
i have ever been.
To the sting of the heated wax and your finger tips
feeling their way across my naked skin.
I was not a willing woman but became obedient to your
need's.
From the poster bed to your teachen i long to never leave
your side.
To the marks left from your whip and the wisdom i
now know.
From your order's that you gave i understand that you
own me now.
To your cold lips moving up my leg, the shivering that
please me so and how i beg you for more.
I was by no means a forth coming woman hard I tried
to fight.
You that I call Master and stand proud to be your
sub and slave.
I give to you my thanks for everything I will
always stay.