Passions Flame

Raven haired... lips so sweet
On Eagles wings she soars, above the peaks
Burning so brightly in the night
On bended knee, she doth take flight

Some would look and call her weak
Soft, demure, mild or meek
But I have seen the fire inside
Where soaring stirring passions bide

That fire is what I seek to claim
The raging soul that knows no shame
The fiery depths that few may know
The raging heart where only I may go

Upon that bended knee she gives to me
Service, submission and femininity
Her collar? 'Tis no badge of shame
She wears it proudly... for it bears My name

For she has found her submission sweet
See the joy in her step as she walks down the street?
And she holds her bondage oh so dear
A freedom found that few could bare

She lives under collar, oar and crop
The bittersweet pleasures she would have never to stop
And she knows she could end it all in but a day
Just hand him his collar, turn... and walk away

And return to that world that has no spice
All vanilla... no fire, no ice
And this above all doth she fear to be
To live with neither agony, nor ecstasy

Oh what could be worse than to be a stray?
Living... nay, dying... day by day?
She finds the collar can indeed be sweet
To sit and learn at her Master's feet

To live upon his beck and call
To kneel or stand
To run or crawl

The trust he offers she holds so dear
His honor polished if need be, with her tears
To stand before the world and say...
"I am His... Master, may I play?"

To take his pleasure, to take his pains
To submit to losses... to yearn for gains
To learn the lessons that He will teach...
To stare in awe at the heights you reach

You know the name you hold so dear
Speak it now that we both may hear
So kneel and say that which you doth crave
"Teach me O' Master... I am thy slave."

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