Submission

Like a beast prowling in the night

eyes glittering with light

I run and race

trying to keep pace

so as to not loose my heart.

You circle around

nosing in the darkness

finding my scent and able to follow.

No matter where I hide

no matter how I camouflage 

myself in the garden.

Our scents arise 

battling with the night air

lust and desire

a need that craves to be fulfilled.

You ghost up behind me

silently padding on wolfen feet

pouncing as though I were prey

my submission 

your dominance 

as you mark me as yours.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

 Nov. 28/17.