I would be satisfied. You hold your hand
And offer fruits my hungered soul desires.
I would obey. I am yours to command.
Overwhelm me with a thousand fires
Of purging. I am held beneath your gaze,
Unflinching, unafraid, but ever cold.
You have authority o'er all my days,
Despite I never do what I am told.
I would be loved. My haughty eyes may lie
For you reign in the deepest parts of me.
The night is at my door—I will defy
The entrance of another one than thee.
I would be yours: command me; tear apart
The lovers who are tempting my faint heart.
postscript
I really love sonnets. To my truest Love.