Sunday, February 1, 2009
Capitulation
Every inch of my body is alive; each nerve ending exposed.
You know this,
and are playing me,
your instrument,
so expertly.
I feel compelled to tell you to stop, the intensity too much to bear; tears run down my cheeks from the sheer power of emotion you evoke from deep within me.
I tremble from fear,
from excitement,
from vulnerability.
What do you want from me?
What will you take?
All I can do is accept what you give.
All I can do is "experience" what you will have me experience.
We enjoy journeying together. You adore leading me to new places, thrive on pushing me to new extremes; I can see the lust in your eyes, smell your hunger, feel the ferocity with which you need these "trips"; need to travel to these places with me.
You, also, are acutely aware of how badly I need you, how desperately and frequently I need to be taken "away". Often I follow willingly, but sometimes you drag me, kicking and screaming, to where you know I need to go. You do this because you care, because you grok me; know what I need to continue functioning peacefully and contentedly in this world.
My Lover,
My Lord,
My Master,
I am grateful that you,
love me,
understand me,
take from me;
use me for your pleasure.
My body, mind, and soul belong to you,
always.
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