A short poem. Been quite active in the submissive aspect of my personality, but it seems it had a cost I wasn't expecting and this is an expression of that feeling.

Fingertips down my spine
Then tracing softly down
In a continuous swirling line
Out to my arms.

Fingers laced, hand in hand
Heads on pillows, softer still
Quiet moments in simple silence

A kiss against my lips
And my foreheard for a job well done
Exhaustion soaks me,
but doesn't dampen my smile

Bodyheat keeps out the pain
The cost of service, the emotional drain
How simple is the remedy
But caring how it felt?

I miss the soft voice
And the intimacy shared
When I'm truly exposed
As part of any pair

I'm on the mend
I feel okay
To continue to serve
Another day