SUBMISSION PROGRESSION TWO
We go way back, Jack
She knew me before
Back when I could get on top
Set the pace et cetera
But even then she knew
How I liked to let her ride
Liked to be the one inside
And perhaps she even guessed
I could easily become obsessed
With serving underneath her
Now it’s ten years later
I’m no longer the instigator
Crippled by catastrophe
Condemned to humble penury
Ignored by female kind
Out of sight, out of mind
Desperately lonesome
Then along she comes
Comfortable enough to accommodate
Nay, even dominate
Capitalize upon my fundamental diminishment
I am diminished
But not when she takes me
Paradoxically
At the moment she climbs atop me
Settles herself astride my face or waist
Is when I’m both most exalted and abased.
This is the apotheosis
