I like your flustered hair

I like your faintly-embarrassed smile

I like your lip-licking tongue

I like your chewing-lip teeth

I like your faintly pink cheeks

I like the silver necklace that never leaves your body

I like that all of this comes from my cage for you

I like that you do as you’re told without hesitation

I like that I own you

I like that you are owned by me

I like that you look like this

I like that you’re ever so slightly ashamed to be such a slave

I like that you are proud of your curves

I like you think of the ramifications to me of your every action

I like that you wait for me

I like that you pine for me

I like that I bring your tears so easily to the surface

I like that we play this little game about your masochism

I like that I am a sadist, unrestrained by your tears

I like that you go where you’re told, when you’re told to go there

I like that you know the difference between a small coffee and a large

I like that you can make a decent pot roast

I like that you haul a suitcase full of tormenting implements, wherever I tell you to haul it

I like that you bend your mouth to my cock when you’re told… or even when you’re not told

I like that you retain a certain youthful innocence despite all this

I like that you love your kids

I like that you know enough to shove your fingers deep into your asshole when told to amuse me with that

I like that you switch between glasses and contacts, seemingly randomly

I like that you find skirts to wear for me

I like that you know exactly how to behave when I take the end of your chain leash in a restaurant to lead you back to our room

I like that you are still embarrassed by your own actions, done at my direction

I like you

I love you

(and… I like the tears right now, too)

3/4/2008 10:24:48 PM