Kneel

I know the game you're playing for I have played it too,
You make me suffer, wait, you make my body ache
For one word, one touch, one more mistake...
One gentle word, my punishment promised,
I know your strategy, I once wrote your book,
I know the gods' true words for I have heard them too...
I know just what you want, what your desire is:
You want me broken down, you want me on my knees,
You want my body pulsing to the drum you beat,
You want my eyes wet, my mouth full of your heat...
You want me to obey, you ask me to submit,
I do have just some questions before I do as I'm asked
Do you have what it takes to keep your mighty promise?
Do you have what it takes to bring me to my knees,
To kneel a mighty goddess at your human feet?
Do you understand the Heaven that you promise
Sets expectations high so tell me, are you honest?
Do you have what it takes to break my wild spirit
And fill my aching body with more power than it needed?
I know the game you're playing for I have played it too,
If I fall to my knees, so shall you do.

Ache

My body aches in ways it hasn't before,
With a hurt and a tingle,
Between whispered moans,
With a "Yes Sir" and "No sir",
"I'll do better next time", and "Good girl"...
With leather and lace strapped to my bones,
With firm hands wrapped 'round my throat...
With clamps firmly fastened,
With new batteries in,
Bent over satin, bruises settling in...
Your calm voice in the night
Promising screams.

My body aches when I drop to my knees,
When I hide my eyes behind chocolate hair
And bite my cheeks to keep the blank stare
At your feet, at my knees, at the sting of my skin...
And I ache when your fingers brush me aside,
When the warmth of your palm heats me up from inside,
When the trace of your fingers is left on my skin,
When the bruises on my hips keep settling in,
When your teeth leave their marks,
And your threatening barks,
Your human commands
Make me sin.

My body aches in ways it hasn't before,
With the stretch from your skin pressed against mine,
With the whispered commands in the back of my mind,
With the firm hand in my hair from talking back
To idle threats of locking me up,
Of cutting me off,
And like an addict I ache for your next words
To fill up my mind and force me my hand,
To drop my cards on the floor
And kneel at the door,
Waiting for more than your gentlest words
To pull me in.

My body aches when I bend and I twist
And I show you the marks on my skin,
Marks you've not made, cuts that have healed,
Showing you angles I'd rather keep hidden
Of skin slightly beaten when my pulse has risen
When you lick at your lips and stretch fingertips
To drag me ever so closer to you.
The muscles hurt when you're done for the night,
Skin bruised, shattered pieces of mind,
Your kind words pulling at me from behind
To settle again for a while...
To follow your rules.