In Your shadow I fall

I yearn to jump, yet the fear holds me in place. I’m greedy for this, yet I remain unmoving.
“I have got You.”
A shiver down my spine.
Wide eyes looking up at You.
“I will catch You.”
I know You will.
I let go.
I’m tumble into the darkness. Into the empty silence. Into the nothingness. As I fall I am stripped. As I drop, I empty. There is no bottom, I embrace the great depth, the vastness of the void. Your voice alone fills me. The words become colors. The colors become an embrace. Your quiet control strips me raw.
Oh, I fall.
I’m afraid now of Your consuming power. I give in, craving the rush. I yearn to offer it all up, turn my face up with downcast eyes and whisper, “If it pleases you”.
For I need this. I’m eager for my own tears. The stillness of Your might, tears at my walls. Your quiet intensity wretches at my defences. In Your shadow I fall.
You are above me, and all around me. As I empty You fill me. Your liquid warmth envelops me. From my core, unfurling in crashing waves. You burn the fences of my outer limits, I plummet where I have never dared to go. As I release I experience myself small in Your strong hands. I crave those hands on my neck, in my hair.
Forcing me.
I yearn to offer it up, to turn my face up with downcast eyes.
My silent devotion.
Your low voice.
Shivers up my spine.
Compelling me to obey.
Pushing me where I dare not go.
Greedy for the kiss of the whip, for the stillness of bindings, for the darkness of the blindfold.
At Your feet.
Your collar.
My submission.
Your hands.
My throat.
Your power.
My softness.
Your desire.
My trust.