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To my husband THOMAS DUNN with all my love and devotion. always with love cheri for I am his
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
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