Submission

i want His possession—
The safety in His strong hold,
Unable to escape.
Not wanting to escape.
But unable even if i wanted.

i want to be tied down,
At His mercy,
A vessel for His pleasure—
No more, no less.

Soft words can come after,
Gentle murmurings,
Sweet kisses,
Soft warm breath.
Later.
Now—i want possession.

Hot breath on my neck,
Strong hands fisting my hair,
My neck pulled taught,
Cuffs biting into my skin,
The crack of the whip,
Reddening skin and flowing tears.
my body and soul—
At His mercy.

Pain and pleasure inextricable,
To be used, taken, abused,
A slave to His will.
The safety of powerlessness,
The contentedness of being taken,
The pain of being tested,
The pain of pleasing Him.
i want to hurt for Him—
Show my loyalty through pain,
my love through endurance of pain—
For Him.

It cannot only be candlelight,
Chocolates and roses,
Sweet promises and softness.
There must be more.
There must be pain—
Of submitting to His will,
His desire.
my pain becomes His pleasure.
His pleasure becomes my own.
my pain is my pleasure and—
my testament of love.
my suffering shows my love is true.
The outward manifestation—
Of the suffering inside.
To love is to suffer.

i take His pain upon myself,
So that He no longer hurts—
i exchange His pain for my own.
That is love.