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.