That smile

That smile.
I can feel it even with my eyes lowered
As you stroke the top of my head
And tell me what a good girl I am

Smile
As my flesh conforms to you
Bends to your will
Smile upon my bruises

The warmth of it
As I serve you
My only wish in the moment
Is to see it, feel it, hear it in your voice.

I know I have pleased you
You are proud of me
I am proud
To be yours

Thank you for the smile, Maestro.
I love you.