Into Submission
As I rest upon my heels,
into my head, my thoughts do spill
there to sit alone and wait
is much too long to contemplate.
The experience is all brand new,
the man, rope, and paddle too
It excites but also scares
the fluctuation of my cares.
I wait for the gentle breeze,
that swiftly blows between my knees
when I am placed into his lap
and the whip against my flesh goes tap.
So much emotion I have inside,
just add, subtract and then divide
I have no shame or guilt to plea
my Master is so good to me.
I inhale the intoxication,
as we reach our destination
a journey between two souls
who exactly knows where this could go.
Date: 1/18/2022
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