I surrender by choice,
not from demand or fear.
I surrender to you willingly
because of how you make me feel.

The way your gaze lingers on my skin,
the depth of your eyes pulling me close—
your thoughts brush against mine,
provoking something I can’t contain.

You move through me and push me beyond desire,
Rough, determined, undeniable.
Every breath between us moans with want,
every glance, unspoken poetry.

I surrender, not in weakness,
but in the quiet ache of desire—
in the beauty of choosing you
again and again.