Bound tight in the web of fulfillment;
she is powerless to leave on her own.
No chains nor ropes lay upon her,
save the ones she creates all alone.
Deeper and deeper the waters;
she drinks from them both day and through night.
She's where she needs and she wants to be;
close, serving His warmth and His light.
She's a slave to a primitive passion play;
His mark burned deep in her soul.
There's no reality except that, in His presence;
she has ceded all sense of control.
Sister to hundreds of silent sufferers;
her value goes far beyond wealth.
The only feeling that matters or manifests;
is the feeling of belonging to Him, and His health.
A word before you enter His domicile;
a caution before you cross through the door...
Seduction and desire will own you;
once you utter those fateful words,
"Please Sir; more..."