Stamps on your soul

Stamps on your soul

Come in, slave, and kneel before me
with your head bowed to the ground

Kiss my feet and
clear your mind for me
experience the silence of nothingness

We are going on a journey
you, bound, feel no limitation
only the freedom of flight
Precisely by being unable to do anything
you fly freely through the experience

And sometimes we descend
My eyes that pierce you
my eyes that compel you
you yearning for that mouth
that speaks to you with humiliation

When you leave, you kneel again
out of reverence and respect
in complete surrender, you will worship me
and promise me loyalty until eternity

and I laugh, my laughter translated into the music of your moans
when I stamp my passion into your soul

© Mrs Moriah
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