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My will, a firm hand, shapes your surrender,
A tapestry of power, where pleasure takes center.
Your body, a canvas, marked by my command,
A symphony of submission, within my hand. 

No need for words, your silence speaks volumes true,
In your eyes, I see reflections of me, me and you.
Your trembling touch, a sweet melody of ***,
A testament to the strength I hold so dear. 

I am the storm, you the calm, yet both entwined,
In this dance of power, our destinies defined.
Your pleasure, my purpose, your ***, my art,
A love built on control, a masterpiece of the heart. 

So yield to the moment, surrender to the night,
Embrace the darkness, bask in its light.
For in your submission, my dominance takes flight,
And together we soar, in this beautiful, powerful light.
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