Submissive Bliss

She waits for him, like she always does
Wearing only a slender collar, perfect kneeled posture

Eyes downcast, she stares at the cold stone floor
Preparing herself in silent reverie for today's play

How she has fallen for this silver haired man
Who entered her life and has dominated her world

She adores his strength and indominable presence
How he commands their sessions with deft confidence

The way he truly knows every inch of her body
Where to kiss it and how to make it tingle, sting

The fact that he is wicked, not afraid to hurt her
But then tender, pleasuring her like she's never known

What brings her the most peace is how she trusts him
Deeply and implicitly, surrendering all control

But why does she love him, like no one else
Because he gets her, understands her, and accepts her

In her heart, she knows he loves her too
By the twinkle in his eye and his boyish smile

How he removes the masque, raises the veil
Letting her see what no one is allowed

Kissing her ever so gently on the lips
Whispering ces petite riens that tickle her ear

When they are outside of this room they're just husband and wife
However, when inside the playful dungeon, they are lovers eternal and enthralled