Dominated

In the shadows of his presence, I stand, A mere silhouette in his commanding hand. His voice, a symphony of authority, Conducting the movements of my reality. In the tapestry of his desire, I'm woven tight, Bound by threads of passion, dark as night. His gaze, a tempest in my soul, A whirlwind of dominance, I can't control. His touch, a wildfire upon my skin, Igniting every nerve, from deep within. I tremble, beneath his potent sway, Lost in the tumult of his dominant play. His words, a spell that I'm unable to break, Echoing through me, every move I make. I'm his canvas, painted with submission, Every stroke, a testament to his ambition. In the fortress of his arms, I find my rest, Safe and secure, within his conquest. He is my king, and I his loyal subject, In his dominance, I find my perfect object. Yet, in the quiet of the night, I wonder, Am I but a pawn, in his game of plunder? Or do I hold the power, hidden deep inside, To break free from the chains of my own pride? But then his presence, like a storm, draws near, And I'm consumed by the intoxicating fear. For in his dominance, I find my release, And in his embrace, I find my peace. So let me be dominated by his love, Bound by the chains, as stars above. For in his dominance, I find my strength, And in his embrace, I'll go to any length. So I'll surrender willingly, to his command, For in his dominance, I'll always stand. A willing captive, to his every whim, For in his love, my soul finds its hymn.