Sunday

Sunday is for sensual sends, softly spoken and sinfully suggestive.
Small sums silently sent, steadily swelling.
Standards set.
Supremacy secured.
Soft sighs.
Submission to sexy soles.

Subtle signals stirring submissive senses.
Silky-smooth surrender, sweetly scripted,
Silent supplication, steeped in sincerity,
Secret satisfaction.
Seeking solid structure.
Savouring sultry strictness.

Supplicant souls, spellbound, stay steady,
Serving, sacrificing, smiling in submission.
Settling somewhere between surrender and solace.
Such scenes shimmer, saturated in suggestion.
Submission, styled in sophisticated simplicity,
And sovereignty, standing steadfast, supreme.

So submit, sinful submissives.
Sweet surrender starts so subtly,
Softly summoned, slowly sinking.
Senses sharpen, selfhood softens,
Steady thoughts start slipping, shrinking.
Sacred service, solemnly sworn,
Sealed with sumptuous satisfaction.
Sweetly serving sovereign splendour,
Surrender sealed through sheer seduction.