Poem: Slave to You

So I took a nap and woke up and as soon as I woke up I began o write a poem. This was all 30 minutes ago. I decided to release this poem as a free one since it has no rhyme or reason and doesn't correlate with any of my upcoming work. Enjoy this poem and stay tuned for more.

No one will ever love you like I do
No one will ever touch you like I do
The way I comb your hair and brush your cheeks is only something I can do
You flutter and blush as you giggle, trying to keep your composure
It doesn't last long because my hands now reach your shoulder
The spark you get from this sensual touch sends you into overdrive
You have no choice but to squeal as I kiss your neck
This is only the beginning yet your light skin is already red
This is where I take my leave

You don't deserve my touch
You don't deserve my kiss
You should have thought about all this when you cheated on me
You don't have the right to blush and giggle at my love
As you notice that I have stopped touching you you turn and kiss me with passion
Passion that breaks my spirit
You're sweet, soft, and purple lips leave me in shock
I convert into a slave and continue my duties
This is my only purpose

My mind tells me to fight back but I just can't stop
The way you caress my hair has me in a trance
The conniving motion of your tongue on my lips has captured me
I am bigger than you but you seemed to have pinned me down
The shackles on my wrist and ankles are tight enough to kill me
The only thing giving me life is you
The person who hurt me and cheated on me is saving me
How is my heart beating? How is it living? How is it loving you?
You are death to me. You are my master. I, your slave for eternity

                                                                           By Garser Tyrone Dismuke
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