LOVE Sonnet #3

  • I know I'm not the first

    Nor will I be the last.

    She quenched a lifelong thirst,

    She fed an eternal fast.

    Cooking both with art and guile

    She prepared a feast,

    With the pleasure of Her smile,

    She tamed my inner beast.

    As I dined on what She fed me,

    And chug-a-lugged Her wine,

    When next I find I'm on my knee

    Her collar on me, I find.

    Around my neck to show I'm bound.

    LOVE'S my Mistress, by Her I'm found

    ~plowhorse  9/4/2013.