Poem for a Mistress

By *ofm OP TV/TS over a year ago

bournemouth

Fear floods through my feeble flesh

When your foot treads on the stair.

Every second seems to last an hour

As I bend my head like I'm in prayer.

Sense your presence in the room

As the light that I do crave.

Then your mellifluous voice says to me,

"Good morning, little slave!"

Three hours pass and I kneel again,

Sorrow fills me as you depart.

Even though I am beaten, bruised,

I hold you deep within my heart.

You have humbled me and shown me

The darkness deep within my soul.

All I can do is to worship at your feet

For my mistress has made me whole!