Submission |
| by Emilith |
I kneel, supplicant before you
my will
offered up in quiet acquiescence
awaiting your approval
or reproach
the fine line between pleasure and pain
becomes ever sweeter with your control
with every touch, kiss, word
smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting desires awakened
I quiver
captured by heat and hunger
bend me to your will
My Lord
show me what you most desire
my purpose but to serve
through your dominion I find myself
You, the Master of many
my only
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