Worship

He worships the ground I walk on
Worships the heels that I wear
He worships the fantasy I’m bringing
The fantasy that is here

He worships the silence
He worships the screams
He worships my body
He worships his queen

Worshiper vs Worshipee
Woman against man
It’s time for the battle of sexes
Time for us to commence

The cold naked stone beneath him
The clickety clack of my heels
He worships the ground that I walk on
He worships his queen

For whom the bell tolls
He knows more than well
His lips against the leather
The groan when he kisses my feet
For I am the Mistress
For whom he performs his deeds

For I am the heavenly father,
the mother, and the child
For I am his Mistress
For whom he took his vows

As I am to be worshipped
He is to be lead
And nothing will come between us
The bond we share
For he worships the ground I walk on
He worships the creature I am

He worships the silence
He worships the screams
He worships my body
He worships his queen