My Master.

Hurt me,
Shove me,
Push me,
Love me...

Bowing down,
At Your feet
Eyes to the ground,
Is how i greet.

i, Your slave,
To do as you please.
You My Master,
Who loves to tease.

Whips, and chain,
Things made of leather.
Your moods they change,
Just like the weather.

Your eyes they smolder,
With an emerald green.
Your hands they show me,
Of things unseen.

You touch,
You feel,
You kiss,
You play...

You give me comands,
Of how i must be.
The one who must please You,
Is only me.

i serve only You,
Till day turns to night.
At times You are hateful,
But things are alright.

You never will hurt me,
This You do swear.
You hold me at night,
And kiss me with care.

You my sweet Master,
i Your little slave.
An understandance and bound,
we'll take to the grave.

[I dunno. This poem popped into my head and I needed to get it out. :) Enjoy.]