This Wave of Submission

This Wave of Submission
Trying to make sense of an unexpected visitor

When it comes in comes in waves
Like a tsunami breaking over me
It pumps the pit of my stomach with a deep yearning
Making me giddy and light as it washes over the groynes in my head

I don't know when to expect it at all
Its usually when we are apart for a while
Sometimes when you may be out without me
The sense of loss brings it rampaging through

I can be sitting here not thinking especially of you
When the wave crashes through and carries me off
I call for you but the roar of the waves means you sometimes cannot hear me
I wait patiently, shivering, for your black lifebelt to save me

The wave is not about sex but it is about Submission
I am always naked and exposed but never pleasured
I am always on my knees, collared and at your service
Desperate to be used as you wish and for whatever you fancy

A lifetime has not taught me how to give
The sole exception being you, my Mistress
I crave to meet your smile of approval
To be your good boy when I've been everyone else's bad

The things I give you, I know you may not always want
But the point is in the giving of myself, and the wrench that brings
The delicious paradox of someone who doesn't know how to give
To someone who has forgotten how to receive

When I am floating away on this wave of Submission
I imagine you beautifully dressed and looking down at me, often smiling
Patting my head indulgently like a good dog, your faithful pet
Never quite understanding why I need to be at your feet

It will pass, this wave, when it has exhausted me
Leaving me again tattered and wet and abandoned
I will miss its slavish appetite and sucking intensity
And wait here obediently, listening for the tide to return.