1 year ago. May 23, 2023 at 11:30 PM
I serve, I kneel; my cunt, it aches.
You mold, you guide; my heart, it quakes.
With every breath, I acquiesce
all that I am; you know me best.
You give yourself and help me give more
as I lay prostrate, Sir’s treasured whore.
All the thoughts dissolve; the lies, they cease.
In the shelter of you, I find peace.
You use and bruise me and dole out this sweet pain.
I find my center in the strength you contain.
I treasure this gift that you choose to bestow.
As you bind me tighter and help me to grow.
I thank you and hope what I gift in return
provides the same comfort you’ve helped me learn.
