Caged

How is love so binding? In its grasp I feel deflected, vulnerable, and exposed. In this love I find myself drowning, but always afloat. Swimming for shore is futile for I am caught up in powerful arms. I am a prisoner in his cell. A cage. I'm a wild animal. Thrashing, screaming, pounding. Unyeidling yet to the inducment of such pleasures my captor has succumbed to do. Sweat. Pace. Shout. I find my hands begin forming into claws, hair now a soft, black, silk fur, and a thick tail lengthens from my naked skin. Pace. Growl. Howl. A caged animal. Leashed. Forbidden to do anything but what my Master wills. Pace. Sweat. Howl. The door opens and the man returns opening the cage and yet I do not bolt. I sit and wave my head as if awaiting orders. Move. I command myself and yet I do not. Move. I order but my legs stay put. Tail flickers, head bows, a whimper escapes. His hand strokes my chin and I lean in, soaking up as much as he would give until he pulls me out by the scruff of my neck and I find myself once again in human form. Eyes race to the open door but his large towering frame kneels down in front of me. The look he bore said simply, I don't want to have to cage you again. Obediently I nod, lip trembling in anticipation, watching with guarded eyes as he holds out his hand.