I don’t submit to just anyone.
I just don’t.
I’m strong, independent and stubborn.
But mostly stubborn.
I’ll dig my heels in.
I’ll take what is given to me
but I won’t submit.
I take it
because I want it.
Until I see that look.
Until I hear that tone.
Until I’m made to want to
submit.
On my knees
in my place
content to be
ordered to do what is wanted
by a masterful voice.
No choice.
Why?
I have to.
a searing hot need surges through
my veins
I can’t deny it.
It’s as inbuilt as my need
to breathe
Taking in the command
letting out obedience.
All I want
is to be
a good girl.
To be rewarded
to be praised
to be cherished
for pleasing
for doing it right.
basking in the light
of a pleased smile.
of the
Dominant
who speaks to my soul.
Those were passionate words from the soul. Very well done.
Thanks for sharing them.
Thank you. :)
great! be rewarded, praised and cherished
That’s what I love :)
Wow, what a wonderful way to see submission. Great poem ☺️
Thanks, I’m glad you liked it :)
I love the opposing parts. The one that is strong but also the part that ones to submit. Though I spent my journal time pondering the strength of submission.
I think both are essential, actually. It makes the experience deeper, knowing what has to happen to get me to submit.
This really resonates with me. Fabulous words, beautifully written.
Thank you, that is such a wonderful compliment. I’m glad it resonated with you :)
YASSSSSSSS — I relate to every single line and word.
Somehow, I thought you would, Kayla! Thank you <3
Always enjoy kinky poetry, and this is no exception. Clear, fresh, and deeply honest.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it :)