In the dimness of surrender, I find myself adrift,
Craving whispers that set shared life adrift.
"Submission," they murmur, words that tingle the skin,
I kneel before her, in her dominion I begin.

The dance of her fingers traces lines of fiery delight,
Submission's a fire, intense and bright.
Each touch is a promise, each glance a spell,
My will surrenders, in her command I dwell.

"Submission," they whisper, within desire's embrace,
Invisible chains unite us, with no haste, no chase.
A play of passion, a dance of sensations profound,
I yield without reservations, no resistance found.

Her lips on my skin leave trails of blazing fire,
Each caress is a want I don't deny or tire.
"Submission," they murmur, my destiny laid bare,
A realm of pleasures, in her hands I dare.

All that's left is yearning, ecstasy, surrender,
Fears dissipate, like a tide's tranquil splendor.
"Submission," I breathe, in a passion-laden sigh,
In her embrace I immerse, limitlessly I fly.

Submission is my offering, my essence bared,
Pleasure paves the way, desire's shield unimpaired.
"Submission," I declare, with devotion unreserved,
My soul spills forth, in her hold, passion's preserved.