YES SIR
The power in your
eyes, making me submit to you.
I am yours to take.
Wrists pinned back behind
my head, legs spread far apart,
unable to move.
Giving myself up
surrendering to your will,
I feel powerless.
I submit myself
to you, take me for your own.
That is my pleasure.
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