Kneeling at his feet feels like home

Safe in the knowledge I’m free to roam

I choose to be here, I choose to be owned

Waiting, expecting the touch he has honed

Kneeling at his feet does not make me weak

For I am strong in the desire I seek

Submission is my gift, my power and my truth

Kneeling at his feet I will never be aloof

Please and thank you have new meaning

Just as “good girl” will have me beaming

Kneeling at his feet is where I want to be

Subservience is beautiful if only you could see

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