The Invitation

Bind my hands behind my back,
Take my sight, sound, taste, and touch.
Show me the control that I lack;
Dancing on the line of too much.
From my lips bring forth your choice—
Cries of pain or moans of pleasure.
Play me like an instrument to your voice,
Breaking through my stoic composure.
Make my body shake and shudder,
The kiss of pain melds with the caress.
Your commands reach my ears like thunder,
But my mind just won’t acquiesce.
Continue your symphony of sensation
Causing my body to overrule my control,
Overwhelming hesitation
And fully accepting my role.

Now You can do with me what You will.
I will beg, moan, and plead too—
You can take and use me to Your fill,
And I will give and yield, my true nature coming through.