My skin sings a joyous song
My mind quiets after working so long

I can hear the lash cutting through air
I can feel everything I feel so bare

The gift it gives me most don't understand
The blessed silence beneath your hand

My mind is usually so full of sound
That it's hard for me to feel like my feet are on the ground

Every time the leather makes my skin sing
My mind quiets further and I grasp onto that and cling

It's so nice not to feel trapped in my own head
To feel free and alive in the moment across your bed

I am at peace under your hand
It's like after flying so high I can finally land

I can't fully explain the joyous clarity
I can only beg that you don't stop, don't make me plead

And when the time comes that I've taken all I can
Catch me when I fall, let me drift softly let me land