Title: He is a god.
He is my god.
I am unworthy to even lie at His feet.
His voice washes over me, ensnares me.
The tone, melodic, the reverberation, haunting.
He takes my breath away.
I am ordered to crawl. For Him I would die.
I try and snatch a glimpse of him.
He is majestic.
He is power.
My heart stops momentarily for I fear that my eyes have betrayed me.
He is on his thrown, and I beg to be worthy of even being on the same ground as He.
My eyes did betray me!
Curse mine eyes!
I should claw them out for such an egregious sin.
He chastises me with His leather riding crop when I fail in my devotions to Him, when I fail to honor Him.
I beg, I pray for His forgiveness, but not dare not utter it out loud.
It is a sin to speak when not prompted.
I sit humbly on my heels, hands folded on my thighs.
I await to serve him in any manner He requests
He beckons me near.
I eagerly obey.
I am dressed in silk and lace, black and red.
I hope to please my Lord.
He is my reason for being.
He gives me breath, he gives me life.
I live only to serve Him.
He gives me purpose.
I am His servant, His pet.
I am a whore, a slut, a harlot.
I am a cunt.
I am dirty, I am a hole.
I am nothing.
I am filled with Him.
I fulfill my purpose.
I am sanctified.
He gives me life.
He has the power to take it away.
He is God.