por Lady A

cruelty comes so easy to you
i can tell
i can feel it wrapped around your consonants
tight like a noose that secures freedom to a fate of helplessness

and that you have a field of members of your cult
who learn to be meat on your rotisserie
as you brush sweet heat upon our glazed skin
and make us beg through gags
to the echo of your heels as they click away

heat driven from the constant state of arousal you enforce
an endless, merciless, ordeal that you require of those poor souls who become addicts
of your grace, and even distant interest in us
we, those that have been allowed membership in your lengthy stable
and the poorest of those
of which i am unfortunately one
affording only the smallest scraps of you
and somehow...they are even less merciful than those you attend to more frequently

is it service to suffer greatly?
to be so ravaged by the lust you force us to endure
so desperate that frustration is a breath of fresh air?
wondering if it will ever end?
knowing that please is hardly even a start

gratitude

you are a gift to the world
a clang to many a bell
that makes us rise to be tested
as tools of your will

i am now terrified of your resolve
that you are enforcing adherence
with such strictness
i am unable to fantasize about it ending
only that i must learn to live with this constant torture
my mind and body swelling, raw, sore, frustrated, desperate...in need of you
of your permission
such constant suffering
such intellect required to insist upon its continued execution
do you know what you are doing to me?
making me mush even in your absence
your will sweeping across my skin and thoughts
racking them into your net
and binding me in focused torment

thank you