The Power of a Submissive Woman

When you cup her face in your hands
and she looks at you dreamily
through half-lidded eyes...

When her rapid, shallow breaths
have taken on a sweet tinge
and her half-parted lips
are dry because she forgets to wet them...

When there are red embers
of understanding reflecting in her eyes
but the fire is burning
in her body and in her heart...

When she surrenders so deeply
that you know in your mind and your soul
that she will do anything,
ANYTHING,
for you...

And all you want right then and there,
is to kiss her.

When you can have anything,
when she will give you everything,
and there is nothing you want more
than to reach a finger in her mouth to wet it
and paint her lips to moisten them,
when the answer to the burning need inside you
is to lick those lips...

When she surrenders so deeply that she forgets to kiss back
and you lick her lips,
devour her lips,
bite her lips,
and she gazes back uncomprehendingly;
when you match your breathing to hers
so that you take in her sweet breath...

When the only reason her knees haven't buckled under her
is that she has forgotten to fall;
when the only reason she is still standing
is that you haven't given her permission
to crumble...

When she is sacrificing her body on the altar of your desire
and all you have to do is to reach out and take it all,
when you can be as selfish as you want,
and the most selfish thing you can think of is
to kiss her...

When you want nothing more,
and nothing less,
than to kiss her;
when kissing her is the answer
to every fucking scream in your body...

Then you realize that everything you thought
you knew about yourself,
and the power of a submissive woman,
isn't worth a crap.