Dearest One

You stir my thoughts
and thicken them with desire.
You slow my will and my intention
until I do not know them.
Your tendrils sink into my mind,
twist and twine, releasing molecules
that find receptors and bind,
controlling all neurotransmission,
and making me blind to everything
except what You wish me to see.
Your words and voice are smoke
and wind. They end and begin
and I can do nothing except
take them in and worship You
in the bargain. In Your magic
sorcery, You have total victory
over every impulse that I have.
Your mastery of hypnotic trance
contains mystery and distance
from everything that I have known.
I am alone in the midst of You
and Your intricate and erotic
fantasy. I hang in bondage,
my skin and brain sensitized
so much that I can only writhe
and suffer beyond imagining
whenever You might touch me
or use Your voice and words
to entrance and prison me further.
Please, please, O Dearest One,
if it would give You pleasure,
use my offered willing body
and make my mind nothing
before You are done.


- (c) 2006, william the submissive poet