I am on my knees,
Under your hand,
And beneath your gaze
That pierces through
Translucent skin,
Stinging from your
Commanding touch,
Sometimes tender,
Sometimes not,
But always born of love.
I am at your feet,
Waiting to worship,
Longing to serve,
Trembling for
The caress of your voice
That whispers words
Which swell my heart,
Assuring you are pleased
But reminding daily
Of my place,
And the fact that
I am yours.
