A Valentine’s Day Poem -- from a devoted sub to his Dom


How I love you, Master,
I can not count the ways,
and every time you yell at me
I wish for longer days.


I’m very sorry, Master,
you deserve much more.
You deserve far more than me:
a worthless little whore.


But, I love you, Master,
I know it’s awfully strange.
        You fulfill a part of me
that’s hidden and deranged.


I like it when you hit me,
I know it’s out of love,
And when you push me off the bed,
it’s me you’re thinking of.


You tie my hands up with rope,
you bind my ankles too,
Though all I do is writhe and cry,
I do it all for you.


In the end there comes a time
I know that I am loved.
It happens when you pet me,
and give me playful shoves.


And that look you give me
as you lock my collar on,
I know my place is here with you,
until the final dawn.