An original piece written about the gift that is submission.
I'd wait on a haunches, legs coiled below, I'd take the elements with little clothes, I'd take the smacks sharp with sting, I'd wear the collar like a leather ring, I'd forget the where, the who, the why, and let the world float silently by, I'd choke and gag on what you had, I'd be so good unless you want it bad, I'd raise the silence with my vocalizations, I'd beg for some alleviation, when the game is set you've won, and there I'd land completely undone.