Her Instrument

submission
surrender
I connect to words
that control my meaning
slowly
quickly
down into nothing
down into me
guided
directed
pulled into eternity
erotic tension growing in me
empty
waiting
burning white hot to serve
patience will be learned
pleasure
pain
an endless kiss
my mind cannot resist
Her climax
in context
I am more than content
to be Her instrument
(c) 2006, william the submissive poet
Labels: Poetry, Submissive Poet



1 Comments:
I don't know much about poetry but I know this feels good to read.
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