“She craved Being told what to do It was in her soul, her submission to Him Compelled through words,…”

She craved
Being told what to do
It was in her soul, her submission to Him
Compelled through words, deeds, and sheer presence

His intense gaze and His confident ways
A soft but firm voice made her tremble
Rough and insistent hands on and inside her
These are the ways he outright owned her

She craved
To comply
To obey
To serve

His need
Borne out of a leader’s desire
To covet and possess
To adore and caress or distress

She craved
To be his Good Girl
Fingered like a slippery pearl
Spanked hard gasping at His will

His passion
Required her submission
Her passion
Was His domination

They were equals
In many ways
Greater in some
And serving with pleasure always

He was protective of her
Overwhelmingly so and that grounded her
She felt confident being vulnerable with Him
Opened up and satisfying Him

He staked His claim
She fell to her knees
He stroked her hair
She gasped for air

He built her up
Understood
She never gave up
Trying to be good

They did what all the others before them couldn’t
They spoke often and from the heart
Supported each other with fierce devotion
And knew implicitly where they stood

Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2016
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