In His presence she is found... in reverence she kneels at His feet, lowering her head... eyes downcast and averted in the deafening silence... betrayed by the burgeoning beats of her own heart... she waits silently at His feet craving that first touch... the hypnotic sound of His voice... the rush of His powerful presence cascading over her, consuming her... calling for His controlling hand. The silence breaks and He softly speaks her name... every fiber of her being reacts to the empowered sound of His voice... her breath catches, her heart thunders, her pulse races and she is overcome with the unyielding need to surrender her very essence to Him. For her, the man towering before her is everything. Her sole desire to please Him, to emerse herself in His needs, abandoning herself to Him. In atonement He is her mentor, her teacher, her lover, her world, the very air she breathes... He is her Master.
Credit to Marietta