In Your Bed

Under your master hand
I am your puppet secured by strings,
attached to lust.
I am home. I am yours.
Your belonging, your prize-
a woman willing to be whatever you want
and desiring to be consumed in your heart.

Your eyes smile familiar nights
all as vivid in my memory
as the present, our present.
A present kept to oneself
pales in comparison to the one shared
in your bed.
In me. In you.
We become dreams never before dreamt,
feel depths never before touched.

In your bed I am a woman and unabashedly me.
Naked against your skin, breathing in your air
forever becomes a promise, passing too quickly to bear.
In your bed I stare disbelieving of the beauty poised above me,
you and I becoming us.

In your bed we are free.