My Mistress

I stood still as she called out to me
A sensuous whisper, a gentle caress
Like a bead of warm water 
Running down my naked back
My mistress, she owned me
And yet I was not her only slave
Many before lay slain to her charms
I fought, I cried, I ran, I begged
She laughed
Her voice a cold trickle
At the end of a hot, sunny day
Temptation she knew not
For sin to her was mother's womb
I was but a mere child
I knew not, she would love me then
A quiet spell as she cast
Capturing minds, twisting hearts
It was her body I craved
To dig my fingers in
Draw blood from naked flesh
I tried
I tried at the end of each day
She only smiled
For she knew she owned me then
My body her orifice
A path to my hidden soul
My violation she enjoyed
I shuddered but in pleasure
Her silken hair through my fingers
And yet her face, I knew not
Dreaming of her I spent years
Of capturing her my fantasies insane
And yet, where she lived no one knew not
Silently she disappeared
Each crack of dawn
Nameless, faceless the seductress quiet
For her slaves she was named
Night.