I have a submissive heart,
It beats inside me stronger every day.
I know this now; I have just been kidding myself,
To find my One.
Who I can serve with every fiber of my being,
Is what I live for?
As she smiles at me and pets my head,
Whispers “What a good boy you are!”
Warms me from head to toe.
It's not about me,
It is about Her.
My Dear One,
My heart my soul.
Whom I serve without reserve.
My friend, my lover My Mistress,
Her name is tattooed,
On my submissive heart.
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