posts 7/20/2006 11:45 pm
7/20/2006 11:49 pm
She would never try to conquer him;
She knows her place.
Her purpose is to serve.
Wild huntress, stalker in the night,
Crouches in reverence at his might.
Lone predator, ruler of all she sees,
Offers submission, whimpering pleas.
Taking command, he forces her still,
Something says, "bend to his will."
Making known his rein, he plays the part,
With mounting, fire quakes her heart.
She waits with shear anticipation,
On the coming of elation,
Laying all power at his feet,
Never trying to usurp his seat