Promises spoken through soft words,
Of fantasies full of divine pleasures,
Your Grace, he says like a Queen,
I bring you these precious treasures.

I await my time alone with him,
Accepting of these offerings he brings,
Running wild with imagination.
I eagerly await these things.

Helpless to his powerful influence,
Surprised at my unusual behaviour,
Hoping to break this extended curse,
Praying you could be my saviour.

These feelings involve more than lust,
As you seem to have a heart of gold,
Comfort comes to my thoughts,
Through the strength of your hold.