Ode to a Master

Kneel before me, little one. Feel the blissful release of submitting to your Master.

I have claimed you and you are mine, submission to me is naught, but devine. Know the joy,
feel my love, experience this gift that I offer, little dove.

On bended knee, with eyes downcast, I feel your surrender, sweet release at last. Warm and fuzzy, a blanket wraps around, blanket of safety, of security found.

Gaze into my eyes, when I say that you can,
feel the essence of me and obey my command.