Sometimes in life we like to separate things out,
put them in neat little boxes marked
"This is this" and "That is that",
"a wife is this", "a slave is that".
Maybe I am too simple minded
for in being both...
I cannot distinguish between them,
both mean to me that I am tied to you,
both mean that those ties bind me to you.
In my kind of loving,
There is no not being a slave,
I am truly a slave to love.
My submission to love controls me
and makes me your slave.
My submission to your love
makes you my jailer,
locked and bound with invisible binds.
This is a marriage of love,
you hold the key to my heart,
please keep me forever locked within its confines,
I love these chains that bind....
Whether someone knows me as
your wife or slave
and calls me as such,
their naming of names and titles and such
all sing one song to me..
"I am yours".
Happy Anniversary
Master
Husband
Lover
Friend
So much love
Your slave, Your wife, Your Lover, Your Friend
Jali
xxx
P.S. being your wife too has bonuses, we get two anniversaries a year :)
