Master’s such a simple word,

And rightly used, not often heard.

It can mean to learn a skill,

An education nearly filled,

Someone who knows well their art,

Or one who owns another’s heart.

In doing so, they own their will,

To move, to speak, or just hold still.

Each inch of lovely naked skin,

Is canvas where I can begin,

To tease, to please, to spank, to edge,

After I’ve secured her pledge,

Her options she no longer wishes,

Such utter ownership? Delicious.

And as I gaze upon what’s mine,

This turns into a gift divine.

Master Jon Grey 6/7/25