...i struggle to catch a breath, For You are the air that fills my lungs
...i eat but hunger gnaws from within, For You are the food that nourishes my soul
...i drink but thirst still haunts me, For You are the water that gives me life.
...i look around and see only grey For You are the color that paints my world
You are the fabric of my existence, and in Your absence...
i am not whole.
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Master Loves Me (sung to the tune of Jesus Loves Me)
Master loves me, this I know, For His collar tells me so. This girl does to Him belong, i once was weak, He makes me strong.
Chorus Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, His collar tells me so.
Master loves me, this i know, For His marks they tell me so. He placed them there with love and care, No-one else could quite compare.
Chorus Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, His collar tells me so.
Master He takes care of me, heart and soul He both does see. Mind and body both kept well, Master He is really swell.
Chorus Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, His collar tells me so.
Master loves me, this i know, He Himself He told me so. Joyfully i sing this song, from His feet where i belong.
Chorus Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, Yes, Master loves me, His collar tells me so.
copyright 2003 BWB
I am my Master's Girl
I am my Masters girl, His submissive, His slave.I dont expect you to understand.
You see the collar upon my neck, and you either despise or pity me.
You see the chains that hold me firmly to the spot my Master chose and you think i am being held back, a prisoner.
You see the ropes that bind me tightly and you think they are to prevent me from escaping.
You see the welts, stripes, and bruises upon my body and you think i am abused and unloved.
You hear Him call me girl, bitch, hussy and you think i am being degraded.
You hear me call Him Master as my voice and body tremble and you think i am afraid.
He is my Master, He is my Lord, He is my Leige.I do not expect You to understand.
This collar upon my neck is my most treasured possession, it brings me joy and pride.
These chains which hold me firmly to the spot Master chose are my anchor, my family, my home.
These ropes which bind me tightly are the vehicle by which i soar to the magnificent heights of all i ever dreamed possible.
The welts, the stripes, the bruises are evidence of His love for me, for it was out of love they were created, He is the artist and i am His creation.
I am proud to be His girl, His bitch, His hussy; many could see me as lover; Master can see all of my many possibilities.
I do not fear my Master.It is Master who makes all of my fears fade awayi tremble because i am unable to contain the joy and fulfillment i find at His feet.
I am my Masters girl, His submissive, His slave.There is nothing more to know.
