Hurricane of Stillness
She is a hurricane of stillness
that collects, softens and silences
every thought I have.
She erases my conscious thought
and makes me a medium of white
where She can write at Her leisure.
How can everything be in motion
and not move at all? How can Her words
design my future and I demure?
It is warm in Her storm where
obedience is pleasure and release
submitted to Her control makes me free.
She strokes me with a velvet mental touch
that takes me over the edge
and holds me there begging for more.
Her ecstasy in using me to demonstrate
Her power is a thing of beauty
that consumes all sanity.
Dear Lady, take me at Your whim,
Your pleasure and Your need.
I only want to serve and please.
(c) 2006, william the submissive poet
that collects, softens and silences
every thought I have.
She erases my conscious thought
and makes me a medium of white
where She can write at Her leisure.
How can everything be in motion
and not move at all? How can Her words
design my future and I demure?
It is warm in Her storm where
obedience is pleasure and release
submitted to Her control makes me free.
She strokes me with a velvet mental touch
that takes me over the edge
and holds me there begging for more.
Her ecstasy in using me to demonstrate
Her power is a thing of beauty
that consumes all sanity.
Dear Lady, take me at Your whim,
Your pleasure and Your need.
I only want to serve and please.
(c) 2006, william the submissive poet
Labels: Poetry, Submissive Poet
posted by Lady Julia @ 11:30 PM
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This is so beautiful. i don't remember reading this one in your group Lady Julia. Is william back from his leave?
You have a lot of talent.
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