At His Feet

He stands before me, as our eyes meet.
i kneel in submission at His feet.
as i lower my head and take my pose,
my lips soon devour His feet and toes.

i show how much i adore this Man,
i show my devotion as best i can.
the gift i give, which is sacred and sweet,
begins each time i adore his feet.

then i become the sacred whore
to the Master i so adore.
my will is His for the day or the hour,
limited time completes our Exchange of Power.

no other man has my permission,
no other will be given my gift of sweet submission.
He is the one that holds the key,
to the very best, the soul of me.