Denial By DemandViolets are blueRoses are redIf I can't touch you,Can I touch me instead?I feel our distanceFor release I yearnYet I swear resistanceAlthough I burnI long to touchBut my body's not my ownI hold back so muchAs I lay in bed aloneMy vile lust ensuesI toil in my bedWith thoughts of youSwimming in my headMy impulses I controlFor your special requestI ignore my craving soulAnd force myself to rest
SubmissionI am yours.Do not ask me when it happened, or how ownership became yours. I have no simple words for the exquisite.There is completeness in it all. Completeness much like before, when I was my own, but now I am yours. I dont regret it; dont think less of me for being yours. Far from it, with you I am more.I would crawl through glass for you. Pain becomes nothing under your caress. The slightest touch, the reassurance that you know me, takes the pain away, washing it in a wave of exhilaration.I obey. My life is your whim; my actions are your commands. I am your will in action; more than a tool and not a slave, it goes deeper. I am like your hand, succumbed to your thought.I am yours.