Dragonflypoetry.com

Rarely does one
call herself a slave
and mean it
like it were her calling. 
Love deprived
the girl must learn
how to let go
of self. 
she’s no longer
in charge of one
her mind shift
will come with time. 
Just as importantly though
the one she chooses
without giving permission
the bond they’ll build
will build and flourish. 
Instead of pieces taken
tiny drops 
will be added to her whole. 
she’ll see the world
with different eyes
her inner animal
the tribal instincts
where places are known
she won’t have to ask
or left guessing.
Master/slave
not so one sided
time and attention
goes both ways,
sure, there’s kink
in neglecting
or rule breaking. 
The drawn attention
comes from pleasing
being the perfect pet
learning to properly crawl. 
Broken knees to palms
new limits
to new outfits
she’s dressed and adored
most times
all she truly wants
to be given the chance. 
Eyes down and averted
her instincts sharpen
she learns to hear
His subtle clues,
the biting instructions
“Do you understand.”
It wasn’t a question
nod when you understand
always keep eyes low. 
Let simple 
little things
build
if you choose
to be 
a
slave.