Kneeling beside you,
following the leash with my eyes...
I tremble with each tug.
Your gently firm hand poses me,
pushes me to where I wish to go.
My only fear is your disappointment -
all my joy earned
as I serve and please you.
We dance to your tune.
You lead - I follow.
I beg for your touch,
to taste.
You feast upon my cries,
teasing and tempting.
I love to be a pet.
10 Nov 2005
