On my knees
I kneel before you
Reflected in every glistening bead of sweat
That courses down your chest

My existance justified by your desires
Justified by your fists entwined in my hair
As you brutalize this mouth
That proclaims its submission

I am glorious in my supplication
Bound and gagged
Offering you the gift
Of my degradation

And for an instant
I see myself mirrored in your eyes
Shaking in anticipation
Silent in my obedience

And I am beautiful.


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Daedalan, in the year 420 AF.