A Submissive Confession

You see
I am a victim of impulse
The sound of my own breathing
Deafens all
When the beat of my heart
Hits a rhythm
Only the other
Recognizes
First the senses
The eyes, the mind, the soul
For me there is no hope
My existence has been predetermined
You do not understand
I just cannot help myself
I fall willingly to my position
Before him

My body never adapted well
It has always missed the union
Knowing naturally
It was only part of a whole
I am left open
Wide
Always wanting, always needing
Suffering
At the hand
Of my own desires
Begging for the weight of his
To be applied swiftly
Or with slow intent
Understanding that there can be
No glory
In lying alone
When I belong to someone

Explanations fall short
How does one describe
A craving
The watering of the mouth
It grips at my being
It is an obsession for his touch
To be impaled
Is a prized pain
I offer me
As sacrifice
To have this body used
Completely
To be filled
Marked
Each bruise equally matched
By some part of him
I am his gift
I am made to be taken
Defiled
With the grace of his execution
For this I was created

It is written:
  To the woman
  Your craving shall be for the man
  And he will dominate you
For the right man
I am prophecy
There is no curse in this blessing.

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