(This one may have been read before. It's an older one)
Is it strange that he can have me do anything? Is it strange that I want to, need to?
Is it crazy that I feel strongest when he holds the control in his large strong hands?
Do you think it’s absurd that I feel most powerful when he has the power?
I suppose I sound downright delusional when I tell you I feel at my tallest when I’m on my knees.
Do you ever think of my submission as anything more? More than obeying. More than being a good little girl.
Here is a fact for you...
My submission is everything.
Every little thing I will give to him is a gift. And I could of kept it all for myself. But I am the strong one. I am the powerful one, for I can give every part of me and still have me.
I can open my legs and give him my most vulnerable juices.
I can give him my voice. My sight, my sound and my touch.
So I can give him my everything. Or I can take it away. He cannot be my master without me. But I can always choose to be submissive. Whether he is beside me or not.
I will always crave the way he directs me, teaches me. Shows me. My master. My teacher.
So am I his?
Or does he belong to me?
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Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose
PoetryIt's all in the title. Second book of poetry and Prose as the other was getting a little full.