His will begins to drain.Submissive pride, a pleasure bittersweet,Negotiating lines, consent bestowedWithin surrender’s grace, his heart feels fleet.In tender bonds, he gives respect where owed,Together, love and bliss and pain have flowed.Amidst the night, two bodies intertwine,A whispered promise sails through breaths of air,He yields to touch, to each electric sign.The thrill of chains, the rush beyond compare,Awakening a craving deep and true,In total vanquishment, he learns to dare.With each command, his adoration grewOf power’s beauty, courage in his knees,Each limit pushed, revealing something new.A heart once closed, now flows like gentle seas,The man he was begins to softly fade,Embracing roles where pleasure’s found with ease.Through deference he has been remade,He finds himself unmasked and unafraid.In acts of love, he finds his strength anew,A paradox where weakness wears a crown’Complete submission holds a power, too.Each challenge faced, he learns to lay things down,To trust another with his very core,To give, to bend, to let obstructions drown.The dance of dominance, a spirit’s roar,Yet in its wake, he blooms, a fearless rose,As thralldom’s flame ignites a stronger lure.Through ropes and bonds, he’s tied by passion’s throes,He leaps, unchained, into a world refined,Where strength and softness meet in dark repose.In yielding, he discovers heart and mind,The beauty of a love so intertwined.As seasons shift,
