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Her will, a velvet chain—
I kneel, unbroken, free;
In yielding to her reign,
I find the strength in me.
Her eyes command the storm,
Her touch, a whispered plea;
I’m shaped within her form,
Yet more myself to be.
In power’s gentle art,
My soul is laid bare—
Surrender is the start
Of all we truly share.

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