Weather Forecast

She moves through my mind like the weather
when She is not here and when we are together.
She can manifest Herself as the softest breeze
or a hot rain that has me begging 'please'.
She can be a storm or a perfect hurricane,
making chaos of my thoughts for a game.
But when Her words and voice become
a warm dark wind that beguiles and stuns
my senses into helpless beautiful submission,
then every aroused part of my body runs
from shivering ice to the ache of sensual burning.
I live in the eye of Her ultimate cruel tempest.
I am Her creature now and I cannot resist.


- (c)2006, william the submissive poet