The Edge of the Whirlpool

Satin and silk,
soft words and voice,
seduction and surrender,
thoughts becoming nothing,
I follow Your words from
the beginning.

Your eyes captivate
and then reciprocate
by entering mine and then
take them away to the depths
of trying to please
and submission.

In this scene, I am background.
I try to acquiesce, I am nothing.
I have no place
as things progress
as You might wish.
You smile as I disappear.

All is of the cereberal.
Your creation is everything.
My thwarted desire makes You sing.
My very arousal implies
that You are around to control
the way I find my mind.

Yin and yang explain it all.
Balance is a rule of law.
Your reflection watches me.
Individual souls are nothing.
Forever makes me Yours.
I am what makes you whole.

(c)2006, william the submissive poet