“ Domination ”
c. 2000, Miriam M. WynnI want you,
want, want, and want you,
want to fell the eyes and keep them closed
the lashes pressed against the cheeks,
the stubborn lips, hot wet tongue,
and dominating whiskers held in check..Your body will be spread across the sheets
before me, waiting, willing, dormant.Beneath that, the sound of your breathing
will echo in the air;
that sound is all-important,
the key to your demise;you think you have me figured out
you think you’ll have me in bed, and shaken;
I think it’s time to show you otherwise.I want to shock you.
I want to make you quiver;
to set the rules and force you to meet them,
again, and then,
again.With that same force,
I want to make you suffer,
To watch your fingers flex against the air,
To watch you fight yourself,
To watch you reaching for some part of me,
To tangle in my hair.You won’t have any such lifelines,
There won’t be any ropes for rescue.
Instead, ropes to hold you back,
And ropes to rub in psychic wounds.Your body will be spread out,
Your arms thrust back against the canvas;
Your body making stains upon stains,
Tinctures of humility and triumph,
Sweat and tears and blood and come,
All recorded like evidence, wine
on your dignified and articulate sheets.You are mine to take and I will take you,
And I’ll make you make all the noise I want.
I want to make you struggle;
To pull out from deep in your very loins
The same complex noises that you pulled from me;
To get you down and fully toppled,
Splayed out there on the bed.I want you victimized,
Humbled, shackled, domesticated,
Taken out of yourself and expelled begging,
Your lips gasping, betrayed, for more.I will come to you, and leave you;
I will touch you, and ease away;
I will run my breath across your skin
And scratch you til you’re purring;
Pour over you like lava
And petrify you until you’re dead;Dead with exhaustion, and
Dying without my touch,
Yet, anticipating it with such lust,
I will smile as you grimace,
And kiss you when you curse;You will be most beautiful when you suffer,
Most glorious when you cave;
The stallion is the most wondrous beast
When he has been broken and tamed.