A slave's Patience

A slave's Patience

it kneels itself at His feet
awaiting permission to maybe speak
to beg of touch, of command, of pain
to learn of things, but must restrain.

impatience bringing training not
but discipline to control its thought
once it feels the touch of Him
it gasps and tries not to let whim

a hood is placed upon its head
it feels the control He brings, not dread
it feels its senses of heightened highs
it hears the whistle as His lash flies

it lands, the sting, it feels released
it lands again, the inner peace
it lands and lands and lands again
it feels its head begin to spin

it slowly enters into the place
its Master made for it of space
feeling naught but His Control
slips out of time and into soul

it feels His caring, gentle touch
and hears His words emerge with such
He softly speaks with commanding fact
"well done slave... come back, come back"

with warmth and glow of well marked skin
it feels again the peace within
His precious space starts fading away
it hungers for it just to stay

it hungers for His leather more
it hungers to hear His leather soar
its Master knows and simply waits
and smiles with Control He takes

allowing it to sit and seep
its wetness and wanting at His feet
His slave of pain, hungering still
and watches it learn His patience, His will.

~Darlyn D