Sonnet for Poetry Month #1

I do confess it, my - I know not what,
I would do incredible things with you
You have made me your insatiable slut
And I am afraid - oh god, what to do
To regain what you have decimated:
My precious dignity and self control.
Meek submission to one I have hated
Is not the way to elevate the soul.
I swoon and fall before the master, Lust,
Pleading to be spared from erotic dreams,
He pats my head and I give him my trust,
Then in the night wake in orgasmic screams.
Oh to be tortured by such venery.
In your mercy, please, come and comfort me.