"sonnet14"

on bended knee she crawls away
with mouth of gag, she cannot say
her Master now no longer He
He asked that she return the key
the key she's loved and held with pride
no kneel to make tight to His side
know not does she how he believes
a younger girl with such deep needs
and now He acts like hurt on tongue
e'en though in this no one has won
her throat says not a word to Him
although His words are filled to brim
with hurt and sexual tone are they
are meant to hurt, keep all at bay
a letter is composed to send
perchance a whisper, he will lend?

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
23sept05