Falling Forever

Falling forever

falling

without ever knowing

how it will end.

I am in a place

without sight

surrounded by the breath

of blind sensual night.

I can smell

the powder of dried rose

on your skin

as my breathing slows.

Sensitivity has grown

beyond any measure.

You control my desperation

to become both pain and pleasure.

I am a promise

and an offering.

For you alone will I become

anyone or anything.

(c) 2006, william the submissive poet