Patterns of Power

Between the verbal touch
that removes resistance
and the command that follows,
there is an infinity of anticipation.
As the mind spirals down
and down, nerve endings pleasured
beyond bearing, the need to serve
is tattooed on my desire for release.
My skin begins to be covered
by Her patterns of power.
My will is replaced by an obsession
to be Her perfect slave.
I now consider all the ways
in which I behave and how
I can improve in my devotion.
When She grants me the gift of trance,
binding me and teasing me
with every fetish and fantasy
that only She knows,
I am a small small thing,
buffeted in a hurricane of ecstasy,
imprisoned in my addiction
to submission and surrender,
and praying that She will never
set me free.

-(c) 2007, william the submissive poet