Submission

Hunger
all consuming
needing
a hand to caress
a hand to lead
a hand to cease the pain.
Wrapped in soft velvet
cuffs around my wrists
cuffs around my ankles
bound 
stretched
waiting for you . 
Burning touch
searing to the bone
this need
this desire 
that I feel for you.
When the world looks in
others do not see
what it is
that you feed to me.
How when you dominate
you are not degrading me
you are not hurting me
you are giving me a freedom
to be who I am
the real I am….
not the facade shown to polite society
for shock is not what I am after.
I allow you…..
I give to you…..
my freedom
my body
my life
my submission.
©May 27/19
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