tibit's submission

a heart surrendered willingly

an intense desire to please
one look, one touch, a simple command
brings her to her knees.

a turn of head, a curl of lips,
a gesture of a powerful hand,
she feasts upon His every move,
she is His to command.

a longing dance of seduction,
drums throbbing through her soul.
He is her reason for living,
the One that makes her whole.

all she experienced before Him
dissipated like wisps of smoke.
the day His collar locked 'round her throat
was when she first awoke.

she surrenders her body and will to Him,
His possession she undoubtedly is.
and no matter whatever the future may hold,
she will always and forever be His.