TPE

TPE

Ships left behind
where he can no longer find them
at her mercy, guided by her imagination
as his compass, tethered to his collar
with which she will lead him
straight through his life of service

On his knees to serve
his Goddess who controls his life
the days and the nights
whenever it pleases her
and he has only to serve
for her sadism, having given up everything

Living in her shadow
at her feet is his place
Her doormat and only for the
dirtiest jobs is he good enough
Her pleasure is his ultimate desire
his soul completely stripped away by her

Surrender has been hammered into him by her
scars down to his very soul
he kisses her feet when she wants him to
and waits to speak until she gestures
He has nothing left to desire
Her will is all that matters to him now

His words of “stop” or “mercy”
go unheard by her
and his pleas, too, are
dismissed with a laugh
for he is hers, after all,
bound to her until the end

Finally stopped thinking
Thanks to her, his mind is now silent
She thinks for him; it gives him peace
The silence of nothingness is his oasis
Merely losing himself in “being”
He has found his ultimate happiness

© Mrs Moriah
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