a poem from a slave

Divine Goddess DJ

i kneel and tremble when the dagger of Your voice fucks my ear drum.

Your unique beauty and joie de vivre

i would give anything to worship the ground You step on in Your boots.

By Your grace and in the serve to You my life has meaning,

i breathe, submit, and endeavor to be Your peace; for Your true divine light to worry not.

The sound of Your voice is enough, it sustains me through the darkest of hours.

Whether recorded or on the phone, You give me purpose.

Words drip from Your luscious lips like honey the best of treat for this worker bee.

In submission to You i am whole.

I appreciate this - thank you d.

I am grateful for this amazing life I live.