In submission

I am a woman who feels the need to be vulnerable
my body is yours to explore, tease, to enjoy
I am naked, defenseless, totally submissive
to your command, constraint, and control
My flower blooms and dews
as you pull my petals apart

Drink from me
As I feed your desires

You have the power
over my weakness and vulnerability
yet recognize that pleasure
not pain is what I sought to explore
You should be fit, strong
virile, commanding and restraining
but there must a gentleness
through words and caresses

are you my assertive and governing
master, my man?

Near Jarred Meandering

These hands bear vines of age
As timeless blood rush through
The narrow tubes thin and break
Yet her palpitating heart still rules

The youth of love in her bosom
Still the pain of another distinct
Fellow whose eon is less?
Than hers endure the mature

Flesh of longing in forms of
Pine, love and care
Her face with creases and lines
Break the smile just now appeared

Yet sunken her narrow brown eyes
As tearless yet not dry
White and pale her skin
Almost withers in pensiveness

As she ponders, muses
She suffers no bruises
And yet the mind disturbs
The silence of conditions

Bleak his unseasoned pith
He manages with his elfin eyes.