I’m not just caught in the grip of a touch,
it’s your words that drive me, that mean just as much.
Every directive you give, each command that you say,
pulls me deeper than desire, in a much darker way.
It’s not about force, nor is it about pain,
it’s the power in your voice that’s got me chained.
Your permission is my edge, my beginning and end,
in the silence that builds, in the will you bend.
I don’t just fall, I’m summoned by your call.
When you say “wait,” I’m hanging on my fate.
Then you say “now,” and I don’t just come, I bow.
I’m not just loud; in your words, I am found.
This craving isn’t simple, it’s not just skin deep,
it’s a dance with control, a promise you keep.
I wait for the signal, the go-ahead to feel,
your “yes” breaks my silence, makes the fantasy real.
Tell me to hold, and I’m frozen, bold,
whisper “release,” and you offer me peace.
It’s not the act, but the pact,
in your control, I find my soul.
So keep me on the brink, let your words sink,
not just deeper in flesh but in the depths I refresh.
I’m yours to command, in every whisper you planned,
for in your “yes,” and your “no,” is where I truly grow.