Submissive Poetry - The beauty of the little thing

The beauty of the little things....
standing in the middle of an empty space........
I hear a voice that calls to me........
I recognize it anywhere........
it is my beacon..........
I hear his footsteps coming closer......
I dare not move.....
the feel of a breeze rushes by me as he places a blinder over my physical eyes....
I take a breathe of relief....
I know my beacon is here and im safe...
have i been a good girl?......
do i deserve the future he holds?......
a million thoughts rush....
I hear him say "CLEAR YOUR MIND".....
"FALL FOR ME"without question hesitation or resolve....
I obey.....
during my fall , i think of how it will be from now on....
a smile envelopes my soul....
I am light as a feather.....
baptized into a new trust.....
I know i am His......