Your artwork.
Allow me to be your canvas.
Splash my body with your fears.
Coat me in colours of disappointment.
Title me your myriad of insecurities.
I am your mosaic,
paint me in lashings of rage -
Your dynamic expression of release.
Then wash me in your strength.
For I shall never stain.
A constant composition of love.
~His
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Monday,July 28,2008 at 9:48 pm
Wednesday,August 6,2008 at 7:48 amslave
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Obdnt_4evr
Thank you for your kind words. My internal process has been a lengthy one but with time I have come to understand my goals. I value my readers and wish to offer you warmth in return to your kind words.
~His grace
Tuesday,August 5,2008 at 8:14 pmObdnt_4evr
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I very much admire the abandon with which you embrace your slavehood to your Master. The relationship you have with Him is admirable and I am following your posts with great interest.
Thank you for sharing!
Monday,August 4,2008 at 5:09 pmslave
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Thank you very much.
In warmth,
~His grace
Saturday,August 2,2008 at 4:31 pma.w.s
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That was very beautiful..