Sense

There was a sense of freedom in it all

Being on my knees

Begging for him to let me

Do what I wanted to do.

There was a sense of release in it all

No decisions were made by me

He made them all

I just agree.

There is a sense of trust in it all

Where I know he will do what is best

That he will not hurt me

In any way.

There is a sense of purpose in it all

Where I am his

Completely.

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