In shadows soft, where whispers lie,
A dance begins, of mind and sky.
Bound by trust, the world fades thin,
Subspace calls, inviting in.
A tethered heart, a silent plea,
In leather, silk, sweet agony.
A master’s touch, so firm, so kind,
Unlocks the chains within the mind.
The world dissolves in hazy glow,
Pain and pleasure merge and flow.
In darkness deep, where boundaries blur,
Control is lost, and thoughts defer.
A whispered word, a soft command,
A touch that takes, a guiding hand.
In this cocoon of tender might,
Subspace blooms, a pure delight.
Floating free, yet tethered tight,
Surrendered soul in deepest night.
A symphony of silence sings,
As subspace weaves its gentle wings.
In afterglow, the world returns,
With lessons learned and passions burned.
Subspace, a realm of sacred grace,
Where trust and love find their embrace.