Submissive Dreams

I am harshly addicted
to you, the butterflies
gliding drunk with
anticipation as I try to
breakaway from you.

Eyes shut against your
brand of love reflected in
your face, I tremble in
sick ecstasy at what is
to come.

The door slams shut,
your eagerness to begin
heard in the sound. With
out warning my eyes open.

Death becomes you,
as you dress the part. I
can no longer move
as we play the game again.

My mind is my vision, I whisper
in my thoughts, yet I am
calmer now.

I glance out the window,
watching the clouds stroll
across in leisure, as dawn
peaks through, trying to
breathe life anew.

But it is too late for me,
as lethargic feelings
overcome the me. I am
held in your thrall as
the first bite of the whip
slashes across my back,
yet I feel delivered.

I am the serenity in the calm.