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Brent Hanna Feb 2017
GRACE



On your feet you kneel

Heart beating fast

Waiting for the moment you feel

The sting of the flog, will it last?



Your knees on the ground

Legs spread far apart

You hear the sound

And feel  the beat of your heart



Behind your back your hands are bound

You cannot see through the blindfold

Upon your head lays the crown

A queen beautiful and bold



Around your neck latches the collar

All you have is Sirs

******* will befall her

All his devotion is hers





All around you can feel his presence

Breathe on your skin

Her heart is his pleasance

Her flavour is on his chin



All you have and give I adore

As you find your own place

You kneel upon the floor

And find yourself in a state of grace

— The End —