A second musing of devotion.

Love in misery could not be sweeter
To pay the price of High Romance
And bow before the Lady sadist
Whose lust for power must be sated
Beauty’s dues are secret service
Minions has She to ease the Way
A throng to pull Her victor’s Chariot
Over the rough road of toil and moil
The divine spark in Her illuminates the cave
The erotic grotto hung with implements
And there the throne and altar glitter
Amidst the chains that Beauty forges
Tis sacred so to serve a Lady
To suffer so for Beauty’s sake
To bear the burdens and the weights
No true Lady should dain to bear
And mind to give as well as body
That She as Goddess may tread the grape
And joy to drink from the golden cup
Brimming with the red rich bubbles
Of untrammelled feminine authority

Servingboi – 26th March 2012