Submissive Ink

When I was a girl, inexperienced a raw

The thoughts I had would have some in awe

Not the normal girly wants of  babies husband or loves escape

But of harsh hands and violent rape

With thoughts of perversion I felt it was wrong

But my desires never wavered and they remained strong

So I travelled through life, of normalcy and boredom

I waited patiently in the dark for my sexual freedom

Thinking it more of a fantasy to which I would kneel

Than something that I could truly make real.

Then one day it came

I window of freedom i was able to gain

So I set out on a personal journey

To find a man that with his dominance, would surely hurt me

How obscure, insane, most people would say

Shes crazy and weird, to just bow down and lay

But they are naive and don't understand

This burning desire to feel a hard hand.

As I started my journey, many men offered to help

They'd all certainly love to hear me yelp

But something was missing from these little boy scouts

I realized, thats not all its about

Not till I met the man that I lovingly call Sir

He brought something out in me that no other was able to stir

He's more than fantasy, than a dominant, more than just a man

He the one I have been waiting for, he mixes up my insides like  no one else can

All I desire is to see pleasure in his face 

To ensure he realizes that I know my place

To be his for his wants, whatever they be

For he knows what I need and still lets me be me

So much more to this desire, he strives to nudge me to my limits

For now just in thought, in desires and tidbits

But soon i do hope, more than in just my head

Soon is my yearn to see my limits in bed.

-Gigi