Life Is Good

 

The Master's Slave
By Sir Real

Your Master strong and sure,
Looks down on you, His slave.
"You will submit to Me tonight,
For Me, you will behave."

"For I am ruler of your heart.
I know all your secrets, too.
You will give Me what I want,
And that, is all of you."

"Not whimsy in a fantasy,
Or lines of text to read.
I will have you, all of you,
For this is what I need."

He takes you roughly by your hair,
Then pulls you to your knees,
You fight and cry out angrily,
But He ignores your pleas.

For as you submit to Him once more,
Your love, your need to please Him shows.
Entwined together, needing, wanting,
In your submission, sweet passion grows.

A Master firm, unyielding, too,
Wants more then you will give,
And so you push away from Him,
Does your submission live?

Of course it does, down deep within.
The heart of a slave beats strong.
His girl, His slut, His precious love.
He owns you, right or wrong.

Holding you tight, control is His,
And into His bed you're thrown,
Your Master rapes His slave in lust,
In love, you're His alone.

Faint smile upon His lips when done,
He looks into your eyes.
"Tonight, you've pleased me greatly.
Good girl, " he softly sighs.

You flush with knowing He is happy,
Your Master's pleased with you!
For all the things you do to please Him,
They bring you pleasure, too.

He holds you through the night,
You feel his strength secure,
Drifting off to sleep beside Him,
You know this love endures.