Love Poem: Martyn

Martyn

Mistress is what he calls me
Asks nothing more from me than I can give
Ready to do what I want and when
Trusts me as he has no other
Yields to me in ways that humble me
Never knew 'til now what a treasure he is

I am honored he is mine
A way with words he has
Not at all afraid to tell me anything

Gives me more than I could ask for
Is perfect for me in more ways than one 
Loves me in a different but perfect way
Leaves me feeling like I am a worthy Mistress