Her Surrender His Art (a poem)

[Ma****]

So she holds on tight, to the love she desire
Through the p*ain is pleasure, that sets her on fire
Her submission a journey, that makes her entire
Their love a story, that will never expire
A tale of two hearts, that will forever inspire

He speaks and she melts, with a whisper—a glare
She kneels in the dark with silk in her hair
Her breath becomes music, her moan is a choir
Each cry a confession, each gasp lifting higher

He binds with a purpose, not rope but with will
She aches to be used, to be broken and still
His voice is command, his gaze is the pyre
That burns off her doubts, leaves nothing but fire

They dance in the dark, in a rhythm so tight
Her surrender his art, her tor*ment his right
No safe word is spoken—not needed, not near
Because love is the leash, and trust kills the fea*r