The power of submission lies not in the ability to kneel before another, to give over one's body or the wearing of a collar. The power of submission can be found only in the heart of one who gives her love to another freely, knowing what joy and pain will come from it. ~Unknown Author
a look, unspoken words,the slightest touch,
those that make a heart flutter,the catching of ones breath,
eyes close inhaling deeply feeling the calm settle within
the look in His eye, the movement of His hand, all of it for her to understand
she moves to Him with grace and ease, hoping upon hope that she will please
lowering to a gentle kneel, to rest upon her upturned heels
her heart aches, her belly burns, but can she be sure it is her turn
His hand reaches out entwined in her mane, she dare not look up for fear of shame
the tug on her head makes her want to holler, she swallows it back afraid of the collar
His eyes burning through her, unable to breath, knowing now it was all a dream
eyes flutter open, tears trickle down her cheek, unable to whisper, unable to speak
sitting up with such a start, fear fillin her lil heart
it was all a dream, it was not her turn, to ache to feel that inner burn
perhaps another time you see, if shes allowed to kneel before the Free
