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I am yours.
Do not ask me when it happened, or how ownership became yours. I have no simple words for the exquisite.
There is completeness in it all. Completeness much like before, when I was my own, but now I am yours. I don’t regret it; don’t think less of me for being yours. Far from it, with you I am more.
I would crawl through glass for you. Pain becomes nothing under your caress. The slightest touch, the reassurance that you know me, takes the pain away, washing it in a wave of exhilaration.
I obey. My life is your whim; my actions are your commands. I am your will in action; more than a tool and not a slave, it goes deeper. I am like your hand, succumbed to your thought.
I am yours.
Do not ask me when it happened, or how ownership became yours. I have no simple words for the exquisite.
There is completeness in it all. Completeness much like before, when I was my own, but now I am yours. I don’t regret it; don’t think less of me for being yours. Far from it, with you I am more.
I would crawl through glass for you. Pain becomes nothing under your caress. The slightest touch, the reassurance that you know me, takes the pain away, washing it in a wave of exhilaration.
I obey. My life is your whim; my actions are your commands. I am your will in action; more than a tool and not a slave, it goes deeper. I am like your hand, succumbed to your thought.
I am yours.
Literature
Submission
Submission
I kneel at your feet, eyes down, waiting.. Very gently, you touch me under my chin. I look up at your face, the love I see in your eyes set my head spinning with possibility. You pull me up to you, and hold me so closely I can feel your heart beat. I open my mouth and try to relay to you the admiration and adoration I feel, but I cannot find words that are strong enough to express the depth of my emotion. So, I simply hold you closer, and try to breathe you in. I want to inhale you, carry you inside me, feel you, taste you, experience you. Why do you shape my world, why are you in my dreams, why do I feel strange when I talk to yo
Literature
Master
Master,
I do not give this title lightly at all.
Master,
The one man I trust not to let me fall.
Master,
The man I give myself to..all of me.
The man who I respect more than anyone,
The man who sets me free.
Master,
The title I give a man who I hold on high.
The man who I trust utterly,
The man who refuses to let me cry.
Master,
The man who brings this Amazon to her knees.
The man who makes me beg,
The one who I say "Please..?"
Master,
The one who owns my very soul.
The man who completes me,
The one who helped me to become whole.
Master,
God among men is what he is to me.
The man who I yearn for,
To whom I'd crawl to o
Literature
bdsm
i want your nails digging into my thighs
painting murals with my blood
and i want your teeth at my jugular
biting into my rapid pulse
and i want your ropes binding my wrists
bruising the undamaged skin
and i want your blindfold obscuring my sight
denying me the privilege of you
and i want your gag suffocating me
stifling anything i want to say
and i want your sadistic love
knowing it's all i deserve
a bit of something I cooked up in my spare time. I'm not really big into the Dom/Sub scene, but I love the style of it.
put into erotic simply to be safe. Sometimes the idea of submission scares people, a lot like sensuality does.
put into erotic simply to be safe. Sometimes the idea of submission scares people, a lot like sensuality does.
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