Stockholm Syndrome© Poem by Tsbiyah Bat Yah

STOCKHOLM SYNDROM£©

Let me be your ODALISQUE
and we'll reinvent even the most complicated positions of Kama Sutra
As our shadows intimately intertwine.
I'll SUBMIT to you conforming to meet your desires.
I'll be your Raggedy Ann doll
and you can be my Gappetto
Twist my body, play with my mind.
Easily giving up my freedom to be forever held in your CAPTIVITY
My life no longer my own.
DISCIPLINED by your CASTIGATION/
I'll be your PET of FLAGELLATION/
Everything about me at your discretion.
USE and ABUSE me.
Wind me up and send me straight into the arms of OBSESSION.
No hesitation no explanations or doubt/
Giving me doses of your osmosis in large amounts/
Sexual wishes become loving commands that I ABIDE.
You mold me into the perfect little SUBSERVIENT.
Addicted to congenial vertigo.
An OBEDIENT marionette uncontrollably entering recurrent exhibitions of premonition.
Your ventriloquism HAS ME
Lost in deep trance, completely POSSESSED/
DICTATED by the science of your most stimulating caress/
The preciseness of your touch contagious,
do with me what you please/
Working all your voodoo magic while you're in between my knees/
A SLAVE
But I'm your slave.
DEFENSELESS yet unashamed.
I love you regardless of if you're good for me or not.
You came.
You saw.
And you CONQUERED me.
Taking me into your depths and filling me with your wonder/
DEPENDENT on the spell your love has got me under/
OPPRESS me oh master of mine.
Obliged to be at your disposal.
Pulses pounding, and storms erupt/
An intoxicating rapture, pleasantly abrupt/
The hypnotics of your four-play driving me insane.
You breathe life unto me and take away the pain and
I BECOME YOUR PUPPET
Sacramentally sore and somnolent.

Sylvia Perry 2014©