How Could I Not Submit?

 

She looked over
From across the room
And I knew
She knew
That I
Would be hers that night
And every night
She desired

How could I not submit?

Such confidence
Such assertiveness
Such attitude

She approached
And we spoke
Her words
Like bondage
Her caress
Like a feather
Her eyes
Like a command

How could I not submit?

Such gentle force
Such subtle control
Such masterful contact

She took me to her room
And told me
How to undress
How to pose
How to pleasure
She told me
And I obeyed
She told me
I was
A good boy

How could I not submit?


 
Z.P. Phillips

Z.P. Phillips moves into the edge of restraint and release, penning poetry and stories that seduce and sting. His work entwines lust with language, celebrates desire in every form, and opens the door to kinks kept hidden in the dark. Out now: Kink volumes 1, 2, & 3.

https://www.kinkypoetry.com/
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