I Am His

I AM HIS I've fallen beneath the masters spell, A spiritual outcast amongst my own kind, I am his, a wontan thing to pleasures desire. Burning shackles of passion, bind my heart, Tortures beast of burden, just to ask, it shall Be so for him always. If life itself be the price to pay, it's given, Just so, for without he, to live has no meaning, Except surrenders, emptiness beyond oblivion. Novena’s glow lies within his blue eyes, A gaze into enlightenment's everlasting light, Towards infinity gates of immortality. No touch can be softer, or words sweeter, Than those of my lover, to this descended Prisoner, captured by faith's disciple of Devotion. Taste bitter lips not mine, know thirst, Dine at hungers feast, but leave empty. So do beauty's most fare, dance before thee, Yet see not mine, it remains veiled. For I belong to another and he is the master Of my fate, the captain guiding the ship, The star by which destiny is found Lying beneath. Temptations misbegotten son, seductions Shield at twilight's unspoken hour, by the Unseen, unknown, within the realm of Shadows illusions. Enchantments mystical phenomenon, I'm swept away, within his embrace, Lost in loves abyss, concurred a slave, To whims twisted betrothed. I kneel before his throne, a willing Sacrifice, waiting for the masters Bidding, for I am his, a wonton thing, To pleasures desire. As he lives, so do I, As he breathes, so I inhale, And at the suns last rising, To capture his eye, so it will Be mine also. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN