The Puppet Maîtresse

In your mind’s eye liquid fantasies, I induce while making you believe it’s from your will, and not from mine.

I am the collective consciousness of a place where time does not exist.

Call me Aphrodite.

I am of Passion and Lust,

I’m the Desire you can’t suppress.

I control your daydreams, fantasies and imagination.

I am the Conductor you are my instruments.

All the world is playing my symphony.

I’m the Puppet Maîtresse.

I pull the strings that make you dance.

All Men and Women are connected to the strings I pull,

that make you dance to my tunes.

Call me not Mistress,

as Maîtresse is my name.

I have need not of body, nor of form to Rule.

But when you are least prepared…

And if you listen very carefully

You know it is I whispering…