Goddess

I submit to you, my Goddess.
I embrace the strength of your spirit.
I bask in your womanhood.
I dwell contentedly in the complete comforting softness of your touch and in the way you pull from me what you need while giving me the things I must have in order to be truly alive.
I submit to you, my Goddess.
I yield to that force which makes me complete through our union.
I offer no resistance to that which tethers me to you.
I defer control of my own desires to the bond that unites us.
It is a power far wiser and stronger than I.  
I give full authority to the power that joins us together.
This thing between us I willingly accept.
And the bond that we share grows stronger as my worship of you becomes deeper,
More powerful,
And far more intense.
I submit to you, my Goddess.
I will not deprive myself of your comforts.
To do so,
Would only punish me.
To refuse the blessing that you are in my life to protect macho pride would only be foolish.
A thing cannot be good if it demands that I deny my natural need for you.
To you, I don't have to assert my manliness. You see it. You recognize it. You respect it.
The woman in you craves the man in me.
She seeks him out to embrace him.
The man in me is what drew the woman in you here. Making whole what once was in parts.
As we come together, it all becomes clear. We click.
We bond. We unite.
I am man.
You are woman.
There is no struggle.
I submit.
There is no weakness in yielding to you.
Lifting you up brings me higher.
Can't see the troubles beneath me as I look at the heavens towards which I am raising you.
I am better with you than without.
I submit to you, my Goddess.