An extension of desire, no will to call your own
A plaything of your mistress, high upon her throne
How the body trembles, at her controlling touch
And all of your reactions, inside you tightly clutch
You're living and breathing, an embodiment of will
On her word you'd die, and on her word you'd kill
On her word you'd burst, from all going on within
But without her permission, everything's a sin
And though your mind flinches, and even though it sighs
Held deep within your throat, reside your muffled cries
Your being is subsumed, in your need to please
Even if to do this, you're crouched upon your knees
Give me this day my purpose; give me this day my breath
Give me this day a reason, to serve you till my death
Forgive me all my faults, or punish me instead
Because your displeasure is all there is to dread
Submission (Senses)
Towering above you, heart inside your throat
She who commands you takes her time to gloat
With her teasing fingers, she takes you to the edge
Then lets you hit the ground, as your soul you pledge
Left holding so tightly, to each moan, each sigh
As upon your taught body, her will she does apply
Pain and pleasure mingle, till with both your wracked
You're lost in a haze of feeling, as your mind is cracked
With tongue and wicked whispers, with laughter in her eye
She suspends you in an instant, till you think you'll die
Brought so close to breaking, falling oh so hard
As suddenly she wearies, and her toy she does discard
