The True Art of Submission

The True Art of Submission
(3/24/07)

A gentle touch
Turns forceful
Screams of pain
Replace pleasure
He hurts her
Then he heals her
He knows what she wants
And he will deliver
In silence she surrenders

There is no doubt
In her tortured mind
She is afraid
She is excited
Her body shakes
Her heart aches
Waiting for that first touch
To tell her she is his
Forever

Once scarred
She belongs to him
Choices made
Take her deeper
His dark heart is familiar
She wears his desires
Like a second skin
Enduring the sting
Living off the pain

He shows her his tears
When he is ready
An unspoken message
Passes between them
Falling to his knees
His strength is depleted
He needs her authority
He needs to hurt
In order to survive

Releasing his power
Is a new experience
Not knowing what to expect
Makes it all the more thrilling
He feels a sense of freedom
A sense of belonging
Her darkness is the addiction
Her touch is the cure
Her love is the disease

A gentle touch
Turns forceful
Screams of pain
Replace pleasure
She hurts him
Then she heals him
She knows what he wants
And she will deliver
And show him what she’s learned

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