Be Still

My spirit is so restless, so distraught
You are not with me like I want you to be
Being submissive, being obedient I have been taught.

My mind is wondering and I want so bad to play
"Be still, slave. You are not in control. I am your Master," you always say.

I look around for the ropes and the clamps in a pair
My body yearns for your control
Your kisses, your fingers pulling my hair.

I can never go back to my life before
The excitement, the anticipation, the lessons learned
The colors, the pain, the pleasure lure.

"Be still. slave. You are not in control. I am your Master," you always say
The ropes I will tie you, the gag will I call.

Just be still for awhile
And I will teach you another lesson or two
Your spirit will be calmed, I will be there soon to unrile.