Transformation

In the life that unfolds,
in the hand that strokes my pleasure,
in the voice that controls my doom,
there lies the violence
in which I am consumed.

Turn my thoughts to maelstrom
and then set them free
so that no capacity for consciousness
remains with me.
I am whatever You might wish me to be.

I offer my soul and my dreams
for You to change hypnotically
so they might amuse and make You smile.
You already own my desire.
Do whatever Your whims require.

As You create my arousal
and make of me a thing of need,
I have enough left
to worship You in act and deed.
I bow to kiss what You discard.

Dark Lady of my surrender,
force me deeper and deeper under
Your spell. When I am free, I am in hell.
Let Your words become
my bondage for all eternity.

- (c) 2006, william the submissive poet