poem_200_P.E.T.

I pet her on the head.

“And how are you today?”

But only able to look at me,

“Hello, Master!” she seemed to say.



This creature whose life depends,

On the sole existence of mine,

Has given to me,

A love so divine.



To have love like worship.

In her there is no doubt,

That what she feels for me,

Is for her the only route.



Giving herself to me,

I tell her how to act.

Feed when she’s hungry.

And everything matter a fact.



She’s my pet.

She’s my life.

Her life’s mine.

I end her strife.



She comes when she’s called.

She goes where I say.

And submits to me,

What she’s asked to portray.



Her commands are simple,

To be there when I need,

And in return,

Her life will proceed.



For without me, she’d die.

Her life depends on me.

I tell her what to do,

Or no longer will she be.



So cute and innocent.

So pure and willing.

To do what I say,

As long as it’s fulfilling.



So obedient and loving.

Her will is to serve,

Making me happy.

This for her I do observe.



After all she chose me,

To be her master.

And gave me herself,

Through all our disaster.



And if she disobeys,

On the street she must go.

Because it will teach her,

The love to her I bestow.



‘Cause no one else will have her.

And she will be forever lost.

Since I am her one and only master.

Whom she regretfully crossed.



My sweet little pet.

My dearest possession.

Her obedience to me,

Has become my obsession.



She will have no other.

She knows this too.

For she chose me,

To guide her what to do.



My sweet slave.

My worshipping lover.

My personal pet.

None like me will she discover.



I see not why,

So many frown,

Upon this way,

In their look down.



What’s so wrong,

In such a relation?

Our type of love,

Is that of jubilation.



It is no different,

Than that of a pet,

You give them life,

And your comfort they set.



The same type of response,

Your animal gives you in pleasure,

Is the same I receive from my,

Personal Exalting Treasure.





Inspired by: My cat followed with a thought

Dedicated to: S&M

Created on: November 21, 2007 – 1548

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Can you find what the word "pet" is suppose to mean? =)

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Pretty Little Pain Whore's picture

Further to my earlier critique of this poem, I'd just like to add that I'd happily submit to you any day!! (sorry, that kinda just came out, I couldn't help myself, hope you don't mind!).

TAAvSM X

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This is the most amazing piece of poetry I've read for... EVER. You really are the best writer I've ever read, and I especially liked this one being on the theme of my lifestyle, S&M, but not just for that reason but for the WHOLE concept of the WHOLE poem, the words used, the meaning, the style, EVERYTHING. Well done on being able to produce such talented, fantastic, amazing works of art.
I can't wait to get stuck right into your portfolio, which I fully intend to do next time I have some free time.
You're the best writer on this site, and it is an honour that you have written in my guestbook, so thanx.
TAAvSM X