It's a quiet in my brain. Focus. Thoughts
slide away and i breathe deeply. Ready
for pleasure or pain. To serve. It's sinking
to my knees with no hesitation, crawling
across the floor without humiliation. Ego
steps off the stage and leaves obedience
in it's place. Obsequience. Your want, your
will. Your rules. It's opening myself to you.
Pressing against you, bending for you.
Breaking for you, if that is what you wish.
It's a daze, where pain rolls and swirls,
where pleasure makes me arch my back
like a cat. Mewl. Whimpers. It's following
wherever you want to lead me. Allergic
to the words stop and no. It's innocence,
and vulnerability. A place where you could
hurt me, if you chose. My body and my soul.
It's a gift. Me without a shell. Breakable.
Moldable. Putty in your strong hands.
What will you shape me into?
