By lanna
Date: 21 March 2000

My Circle...

In the earliest hours of the morn,
     when the sun is just barely peeking 
     o'er the horizon
     I dream of You.
With Your hands so strong,
     able to crush me if You choose.
     Yet in the space of a breath, they turn so tender,
     gently caressing in the ways only You know
     can move me.
Your eyes command me,
     only a flicker of movement needed,
     and I willingly do as You desire.
Your soul binds mine,
     holding me to You
     as well as any chains ever could (better maybe).
I put my life in Your hands
     for You to do with as You
     see fit.

You are my Master.
I am Your slave.
     And so the circle runs.

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