Kneeling before You,
Awaiting Your greetings to us each,
Rising to greeting You,
offered up in quiet acquiescence
awaiting Your approval or reproach.
Such a fine line between pleasure and pain
Is so much sweeter with Your control
with every touch, kiss, and word.
Smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting the desires awakened
Watching them quiver
captured by heat and hunger
Bending them to My Will
our Master show us what You most desire
our purpose is but to serve
through Your dominance we find our-self's
You, the Master of us both
our Only
Becoming simply as O/one
we love You Master Silent

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April 16,2005