Waiting for any and every second to serve you
Wondering what he might command me to do
If I do this will it please my lord
Or is it better to just fall on my sword
Patiently waiting every second that goes by
Wondering if it would just be better if I die
Wanting to serve you is like far away dreams
My willingness ready to bust out of my seams
He is waiting for me to almost go crazy
Under six feet of lose dirt and a daisy
But I know I have nothing to fear
Because my day is drawing near
When he shows me what BDSM is all about
When he will laugh at my pathetic pout
When my flesh is blue and black
Whip trashing across my bare skin back
He will take me to my most extreme limit
Pushing my body far past ever most teemed
Where kneeling is not an option but lack of strength
At this time he will go past every great length
That’s when he will become the Master of my imagination
Making his raven react with intense euphoric deification
This is when he makes sure I know who my Master truly is
And when he is certain that this body is sincerely only his
My Lord of the Night – Master Rakesh
Not a God, but a lord in the flesh
