Tears In A Cage
Everything is his!
My fears, my tears.
All of what I am physically and emotionally.
I wait for Him just a word , a touch, the taste of any of His liquids! My suffering, my longing, my hunger and desire are all my gifts of love & devotion to my Master. I live for the scent of him wherever he presses my face!
The cage is painfully small. I feel my fear slipping towards terror as Master hoists me off the ground high, suspending me in this cold steel, crapped prison that He swings and spins me in.
I watch my tears fall and hit the ground.
My heart melts as he asks me why I cry.
My heart it so will pound.