This is something a wrote a while back when my submissive nature was just a hazy feeling for me:
On dust bepainted, tainted steps
your fragrance lonely lingers
In long forgotten, rotten dreams
your unbridled heart still beats
In my empty grey stained, ancient halls
You voice still echoes in the void
and your unforgotten, throbbing marks
are ever burning on my trembling skin
Your kisses have been rough and tender
Your touches claiming, never-let-go
And broken tongue-tied I surrender
My life transfers to a realm below
