He sits alone in a darkened room,

Awaiting her arrival.

His thoughts pertaining to doom and gloom,

contemplating his survival.

His brooding musings, obsessed with her,

Threatening far more than lust.

Could she be the one, he is not sure,

He has to learn to trust.

He ponders well past dusk that dark night,

of things to show his lover.

Would she run fearfully into light?

Or would he win her over?

The sudden creaking of swinging door,

causes his heart to race.

She slips inside and crosses the floor,

wearing only clothes of lace.

At his feet, she kneels, submissively,

She feels his touch so tender.

He asks the question, resolutely.

"Do you my love, surrender?"