Bound

 I....am not your friend

You may come to me to spend time,

But we don't share coffee or watch a movie

We share my bed and I take your orgasms as payment and thanks.

I....am not your father

Though you look up to me,

It's only when my hands clench your throat,

With watery eyes, as you beg me for more.

I...am not your stranger

But you will answer me only when I ask

And you will avert your eyes unless I call for them.

I am your master

Weaver of your dreams

Pirate of your body

Carpenter of your thoughts

You gave me you and charged me with your heart.

I am your mantle

Hang your heart and your legs on my strength.

Fight the world at day, fall on me at night.

I am your abyss

My hug pulls you

My eyes call you

My hands own you

And you....will fall....forever.