Lost Lamb

It is my honor, and my joy.
I accept it.
I accede to your request.

You are now mine.
A gift to me
from your own hands.

Offering yourself.

Giving me the honor,
and the burden,
with the quiet abdication of your will.

The true gift of you,
all of you,
to me.

To be kept as a perfect vessel
of beauty,
and trust, and heaven-like passion.

My burden,
and my quest,
to serve you when you serve me.

My pet.
Submissiveness incarnate.
I accept.
I accede to your request.

You wish it,
and need it,
the shrugging off of your own burden,
and leaving it for me
to take up

To be the one to bear the lasting weight
you wish to dismiss,
wanting only the beloved onerous
dept to fulfill,
of obedience to me.

My lost lamb.
Lost in the darkness of your own fears,
and doubts.

Let me press forward and lead the way
into the light of compliance.

The landscape of your surrender
is the pathway to ecstasy.

To denial of heart pain,
and soul ache.

To the honest and complete
beginning of your life
in my sight.

Your vision of freedom
will be fulfilled in the laying down
of your weapons of rejection.

Your despair
and denial of your own worth.

Letting me give you what
you seek.

That which I will give freely
to my lost lamb of delight.