Thy Rose

I would be thy Lady, if thou wouldst have me
and in my submission, learn to be free
I would be thy Lady, were it thy will
in trust, I would learn to be still

for a time, and then

I would seduce thy ear with soft-spoken words
becoming in the night all that thou heard
speaking words of love to thee when they were felt
reclaiming my power when before thee I knelt
I would feel thee within me odd times of the day
know thee beside me at night as I lay 

“Little Flower, now touched by the sun

erupts into hot, molten life and trembles …

poised on the precipice of desire.”

 I would drench thee, saturate thee, utterly captivate thee
in the torrent of our infinite possibility
I would be thy summer and I would be thy spring
I would be both thy solitude and thy tawdry fling
I would pleasure thee with all that is fine

hold thy heart beating . . . give thee mine

“I urge thee, I urge thee, Look at me … “ 

hidden deep in thy throat, I would hear my name

… and we would never be the same.

I would know thy heart if thou wouldst bare it
thy thoughts, if thou wouldst share them
fuel thy whims, desires, dreams if thee dare
seduce thy mind, soul, body if thee care
I would dance before thee and then away
twining my hair through my hands in this way
thy interest through my fingertips

I would tug at thee, compel thee, entice thee just so
I would desire thee, yes . . .
But would love thee more, and honor, and respect

I had gauged his honor though I did not know it 

“A quality of trust. I pushed him away.

I pulled him back to me. But in the end

… his face is all I see.”

Thou hast long since braved the brambles of mine heart
I would be thy rose now, and create a new start
I would submit to thee, surrender my Self to thee

I would be thy Lady. If thou wouldst have me.

 

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