Your body is my temple, and I worship at the altar to your love. Offering sacrificial kisses as sweet as milk and honey to appease my master.
A high priestess in your cloister, I carry my devotion in outstretched arms. A willingly given innocence is my benediction.
I drop to my knees, my head bowed in supplication, a deviant prayer spilling from my lips. Pleading for your benevolence, aching for your punishment. My penitence is to serve, and satiate your every desire.
With deep reverence to your divinity, I keep your commandments faithfully. Ever your humble servant, I unrepentantly submit.
Thin spiral notebook 
You chose all the right words to express the servitude
Have a splendid weekend
Ruby
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“Fifty shades of” ….wouldn’t it be nice to be served instead of servant?
It read well, but my heart twisted for her /him. Giving yourself willingly doesn’t always guarantee a respectful reciprocal act.
Great use of that word for Velvet.
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