Down down there
Deep deep in the hidden recesses
There lies a little space
Vacant and welcoming…

That’s where she resides!

And when she submits herself
To him, who fills that vacant space
Willingly does she forgo
All that she once believed in

And when she submits herself
She’s not mere body
All that’s buried in the niches
Of the subconscious
Come to the fore for
A willing surrender

And when she submits herself
She willingly reduces herself
To a blissful point of death
Only to be reborn in his hands
To rebuild a life for him and her

A woman does rarely submit herself
And when she does,
Every nth part of her self
And her world is surrendered
To him, alone!

10mar2010
15.01hrs

indira babbellapati

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