Breathless

I have discovered the world of submissive blogs and I am hooked. I could literally read them for hours. There are so many common thoughts, common themes from one to the next- even if the type of submission varies. I feel kindred to each and everyone of them, like I am now in on this big secret. I feel sorry for other woman who are not feeling what we collectively feel. What I find most interesting- is just how intelligent and strong these women are. They have careers, they juggle kids and homemaking, they attend school. All this while focusing their energies on service to their one or ones. These are not weak, beaten down women. These are not women who could not survive without a male in their life. They are woman with lives, choosing to give the core of themselves to another. It is- so very beautiful to me. Beautiful- like I'll be for him tomorrow. He liked my post last night, and said we'll discuss the implications of it in person tomorrow. I cannot wait to give to him. I found this poem today- it is untitled and listed among a list of contemporary poems, but I've never heard of the writer:

Touch your face, run fingers down to collarbone
over a pretty white neck
I squeeze you and you are warm
I could squeeze harder and you would not be
you are warm and smell like flowers in the desert
I want to create a new world with these hands, these teeth
your joy is my joy
my world feels open
the wind pours in
I'm on fire
come to me in the night and whisper from the door
I'll start with fits but follow you down the hall
beneath candlemagic and subtlety
become to me the dreamawake in footsteps familiar
touch, turn, ever onward
belief, incandescent insanity

-ASB