Looking For Gold | Under Command

Dear Sir,

I'm a lady

Under your command

Despite my reservations,

My reason & considerations,

Whirling in your galaxy,

Burning with uncertainty,

Seeking harmony.

Overwhelming visions

Echoes….. echoes

Drowning

Failing to transcend the boundaries

Falling at a glance,

Admiring your stance

Of nonchalance,

Entranced

By poetic sensations,

The glory of your domination,

Exquisite infatuation

Restrained

With ecstatic humiliation.

Here comes 

The astonishing realization

That

Despite being on remand

I'm a lady

Relishing the bound,

Kneeling where you stand,

Waiting for your command,

To relieve those trepidations,

With a touch of your hand.