7 years ago. November 4, 2017 at 9:28 PM
My heart and my soul yearn for the touch of my Master's hands. To relax in his acceptance, Yet stirred by his Maleness.
Everything within me aflame with the passion
To please Him & delight Him,
To love Him, honor Him, and obey Him.
His touch, sometimes sweet and gentle, opening me further to His control;
Control that is skilled and sure, stretching my heart and soul to meet His demands;
Other times hot and stern, firm and unyielding
To break my will and mold it to His own.
What can satisfy like Master's touch, whether stern or sweet, God knows what I need.
And I bow...
