You want me as your submissive?
Then be more than dominance in name
Be presence. Be patience. Be permanence.
I need someone who sees me.
Who holds me close on the good days, and tighter on the bad.
Someone whose hands don’t just touch,
but soothe, claim, anchor.
Be the one I want to kneel for
not out of fear, but reverence.
Be my protector, my shelter, my storm.
Save me from the chaos behind my eyes,
from the spirals I can’t always escape.
Let your voice be the rope that pulls me back.
Let your touch be the silence that stills the noise.
You want my head bowed?
Then be the one I can lift my eyes to,
and see not just power but understanding.
Be the one who hurts with purpose,
who crafts pain into poetry.
Who loves with ferocity,
and holds with a tenderness
that feels like coming home.
And in return?
You will have me.
All of me.
For as long as your heart dares to hold mine.