Tango
We dance together in this tango,
Your hand in my hair,
Your voice whispering, "Submit."
At your side a coiled whip,
My heart full of trust
And unbounded, unfettered love.
Together, forever in love
As we perform a new tango.
Building on that trust,
With your hand wrapped in my hair.
The coiled leather becomes a living whip
While coursing through me the word, submit.
Come to me and submit,
Be enveloped in my love,
And singing in the air is the whip.
As we merge in a strange tango
With your hand firmly gripping my hair,
In the dance of pleasure-pain, fear and trust.
Paramount is trust,
Which must happen before the submit
Or the hand grasping my hair.
Wrapped together in love,
With our own private tango
Combined, with the kiss of the whip.
What is important is not the whip,
But the growth of our trust
In dancing our tango.
As I kneel and submit
Shining in his eyes is love,
As his hand strokes my hair.
Sensually holding my hair
Laying aside the whip,
Melding together in love.
Holding sacred my trust
As to only him I submit
In this our own tango.
Sighing as he releases my hair, I trust
And filled with his love, I submit
While the whip lies forgotten as we tango.
Pam Smith, 1998