I kneel 
with the promise of pain,
With the promise of pleasure. 
I shall not submit,
Not yet. 
His hands are on my body, 
Leaving bruises in their wake. 
I long for the bliss that has my eyes pinched in
trepidation. 
That has my stomach 
Tied in knots. 
Un tie me. 
I am no longer my own, 
I am but an instrument to His will. 
Stretch me like a new elastic band - 
Test and taunt, 
Tease and touch,
Until I am all but ready to 
snap. 
The only sound is Him, and the held back ache. 
Our desire. 
The rustle of His belt and jeans hitting the floor. 
And then - 
I submit.