SURRENDER

Here she stood
alone and below
in a quiet room
she did not know.

A quiet room
with a hidden door
that opened into
an upstairs floor.

She had seen this
when He had opened it there
leading her down
by a winding stair.

So here she stood
alone, below
anxious to endure
a stinging blow.

By riding crop
by bamboo cane,
by heavy wooden paddle
tamed.

Thats what she thought
in every dream
when she would bare her flesh
so white like cream.

To Him to see
for His eyes alone
and render His meat
to hardened bone.

In those dreams
He took her fast
and with heavy hands
spanked her ass.

Slap me, beat me
make it glow!
Break me, train me
let it show!

Those were the dreams
she had every night.
Rough ones, passionate ones
fevered delights!

Those were the dreams
yet this was the now
and this silence kept her
wondering how?

How would He do it,
how would it be?
Would He chop away her will
like an axe through a tree?

Would she be nothing
or would she be more
after her time in this room
hidden under His floor?

More
she decided.
More
she would be.
And it was this choice
that was her true key.

The key to the locks
she'd shackled herself
for un-knotting the ropes
binding away her real wealth.

Loose were the blessings
of the strength of her soul
fires now driving her
making her whole.

Loose were the things
she would surrender to Him
opening herself
to His every whim.

To His every lesson
His every thought
until He was satisfied
with what He had wrought...