My owners hands hold me,

Mold me, scold me, control me.

I love how they feel. Unreal.

How they heal. Make me squeal.

My owners ropes bind me. Hands behind me.

So kind to me. No one else can find me.

I’m on my knees. I need to please.

These chills don’t freeze, they tease.

Those hands they speak. Say I’m not weak.

God ok no unique but definitely not a freak.

To them I belong. Hearing their song.

I feel so strong. But it’s been so long.

The hand I miss. The mouth I kiss.

I moan in bliss. There’s nothing else I can do.

I lose my mind.

I lose myself.

And I am free to be me. Just me. Just who I see when I look in the mirror. It couldn’t be clearer.

I belong to those hands.