The storm surrounds me, ever threatening
But there you stand, like a beacon
Your warm embrace, your loving eyes
My calm within the storm, my shelter
My protective strength, my Master
I am your pet, your girl, your slave
Your leash is my salvation, my safety
My heart, mind and body are yours, truly
And my devotion is complete, selfless
I am happy when you are near, when you smile
I am yours, and you are mine, Master.
~ Written by Vicki Darkfold, Nov 26, 2008~
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