A Submissive's Love Song

The world is flesh and my lover's lips,
Lips that bruise mine with greed,
Demanding that to him my soul I cede,
And it burns brighter in his eclipse.
The world is my master's will,
Binding my own with his need,
While for mercy I may plead,
The storm inside has gone still.

Show me your beautiful darkness,
For you, a confessional, my body will be.
Make me into your sin; I'll offer absolution.
I'll be your bound goddess as restitution...
In you, in submission to you, I find catharsis.
In you, in my submission to you, I find me.

Our language is hard to grasp for another,
But I hear all that your actions convey,
I understand their primal eloquence.
With you all else loses relevance...
I trust that my light, you'll never smother,
For you alone my soul is on display.

What the outside cannot see,
What the outside would not hear...
Is that while I belong to you,
You belong to me.

My world is flesh and your lips.
My world is your will.
It is your hands...
On my hips,
In my hair,
Around my throat.
It is your teeth on my skin.
My world is your possession of me,
And you live in my moans and sighs,
In my pleading eyes,
In my worship of thee.