Placed on her knees she waits with pride,
She know that there is no place to hide,
Emotions are true; He strictly lets nothing slide,
The rules understood; she must abide.
She bows to the floors, head down begging please,
For her Master to use her, she is such a sexual tease.
Sensual desires run through her veins with ease
Her sex you can smell in the mid summer breeze
She awaits her sweet torture; her Master will appease.
The sting of His whip, discipline she will gain
The lessons she learns, connects her with pleasure and pain.
To serve her Master, is her freedom in chains
Through hot coals she’ll walk, and would never complain
A slave would not think that is act is insane.
For her Master she lives and does as she’s told
No mountain or ocean, from Him could they hold
For the love from this slave to her Master is as pure as gold
She continues to serve Him no matter how bold
The humility she must face is the freedom in her He moulds..
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