Confined within the shell of my heart,
But calmed by your possession, in part.

Breathing in the control you exert,
And aroused by your command, and the hurt.

Buried beneath the layers of pain,
I release something that is not named.

My mind which seems always the boss,
Is quickly denied, and I enjoy the loss.

When you called me your bitch,
You more than satisfied that itch.

Humiliation pushes me past my limit,
And in your design, you know how to spin it.

Corner me,
Control me,
Make me,
Evade me,
Hurt me,
Love me,
Have me….

Take me.

I’m yours.