Thoughts of a submissive…
It’s the way You make me feel
when lying under the duvet
holding me, caressing me,
Your stare fixed upon me
burning into mine.
There seems to be a mix
of aggression and calmness
creating a paradox
in Your emotions
It thrills me yet I am afraid
to explore this unchartered ground.
Your fingertips digging into my skin
while you hold me tight
I feel so helpless, in Your grasp
yet I feel the need to obey
the need to respect
I am reminded of my tasks.
You need not speak
just one look and I know
exactly what needs to be done
just one move of your hand
would mean I have failed
and that I am not worthy
of You.
The need to satisfy
is deeply rooted in me
this must be my weakness
or my best strength
Because when you are happy
My heart melts.
I am nobody without You
Your guidance, Your security
Your faith in me to serve
You keep me in my rightful place
Just below your knee.
