He tends to me, as the artist that He is. Softening the hard edges of my independent soul, rubbing gently to blur the lines between me and Him, letting Him create a new work of His choosing. Seductively swirling purples, whites, blues He works with vision and plans, His steady, stronger, sure hands wield the colors, the hues. He touches me with the same artistic coaxing, bringing me life where there was none. Rendering my deepest name simplistic, until the world is filled with blood-red sun.
Upon the canvas of my skin He proves every evidence of His attention, brushing lips across virgin span, staking His claim and His alone.
He creates a world of light for my shadows, touching places no one else ever knows.
Rule Number 2: Above all else my primary focus shall be to please my Master, hoping that He finds me pleasing in all that I do, whether i am in His presence or not. my Master knows of my potential, learning more about me in each day i am with Him. He trusts that i will act in accordance with what He perceives of my potential – He knows what is best for me and how important it is that i set a good example for other females who may be present around me.
