Submissive Woman

By eliette

I'm a submissive woman,

But do not get me wrong.

I am not a weakling,

I'm intelligent, proud and strong.

I can take care of myself

My submission is my choice.

I'm a very strong-willed woman

Who knows how to use her voice.

Then why, you may ask,

Do I choose to give up control?

To allow another the power

Over my body, heart and soul?

There's a certain freedom

That I cannot quite explain;

It's trust, loyalty and devotion

It's passion, pleasure and pain.

It's in the wonder of knowing

That I'm always cared for by Another.

I call Him my Master

But He is also Mentor, Friend, and Lover.

He anticipates my wants,

He knows my every need.

And I know that my best interests

Are at the heart of His every deed.

My heart swells with pride

As He sits tall and proud in His chair;

His loving girl kneeling at His feet,

His hand resting possessively in her hair.

Everything I do, I do to please Him

His every wish, want and desire

I'm not a materialistic woman,

His smile is the only reward I require.

I kneel before my Master with pride

So please, do not look upon me with pity.

For, if asked, I will tell you

This is exactly where I wish to be.