Master

Master

Your touch send sparks through my soul
I am a slave to them, you have become my master
I respond whether I want too or not
I am slave to those feelings of pleasure
Just a look from you can send me over the edge
Those thoughts of us, of  you, of what we do
Keeps me with endless fantasies running
Through my head when you are not here
I crave your kisses, your touch, I need them
I am not complete till you make me whole
You are my master; I have become your slave