Humble servant

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.