captor

trapped in this prison of desire
i long to hear again the words of my captor
the rhyme and subtle melody of his mouth
to rest my beating heart on the weaved masterpiece of his hand
scratched on parchment, engraved on my soul

i want to feel his words glide through my mind
caressing the soft spots
numbing the dull ones
inducing wild fires and calming the calm
creating sensational storms of wonder and delight
i am famished for the things that you do

i am your subject why wont you attend to me
feed me with the spice only you can create
Enchant me once again
that i may lie here content and unashamed
chained to your mind
satisfied in the bread that you give

write me something....