Patience

The flames lick my entire body
burning me inside and out
the chains that hold me only
encourage more restless struggling
my breast ache and my legs feel wobbly so
I try to focus on your words
"Let me taste your soul and ill give you your hearts every desire."
What if my heart has nothing to do with it ?
what if i enjoy just using and being used ?
what if i said i want you to bind my wrist tighter
and use that wicked tongue on me?
i'm sure you'll taste something if not my "soul"
maybe my silent desperation
struggling to speak i whisper
" You can have everything, anything as long as you touch me."
this is the worst part
waiting
for that answer
that tells me who's in control