A Sonnet of Submission
You are the darkest secret of my heart,
a song of trance and sex and surrender.
I’m enslaved by Your beauty and Your art –
in thrall to how You can make me suffer.
You own my body and soul together.
Every moment awake I think of You,
my love offered for You to consider.
You have made me insane but I am true.
Within Your hypnosis and by Your skill,
Your spells now define my reality.
I will wait on Your whims and needs until
that desperate day when You should tire of me.
While I wear the livery of Your service,
I will obey and Your heels I will kiss.
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