Weakness is my mask
I wear it without shame
Service is my cloak
My purpose is the same
Duty lies upon my hands
The tenderness He claims
Identity unveiled in whispers,
Submissive is my name
I rest upon my knees,
Yet equal to His stare
The chains of His freedom
Are only mine to wear
His pleasure is my virtue
His will, my only care
His arms, my safe haven
His peaceful unrest we share
In my Master’s prescence,
All masks are stripped away
At my Master’s beckon
Cloaks fail, at our feet they lay
Master sees deep inside
At His very whim I stay
Master lifts my heart up
His hands, my pleasure claim
Lifts me up from the pain
Master regards my scars
Intently He searches
The blemishes on my heart
His touch, our souls collide
Eternal bond so rare
In melting conciousness
Love’s eternal flames share
In peaceful chaos here
Our obsessions unite
Where obedience yields
To my worship divine
Master owns my body
The Keeper of my mind
Master consumes my soul
I am His, He is mine
My body, His alter
My heart is His throne
Sacrifice in surrender
My life, His very own
Perfect in seduction
Love in Bondage shown
Fear and trust combine
In ecstasy unknown
Weakness is my mask
I wear it without shame
Service is my cloak
My purpose is the same
Duty lies upon my hands
The tenderness He claims
Identity unveiled in whispers,
Submissive is my name.
