Now I stand before you
the look down,
my head lowered.
The dress ...
it falls
and stand before you as God created me.
Bound by your hands
completely at the mercy of your gaze
I enjoy your attention.
Every tenderness elicits combed purrs,
every blow shows my gratitude,
every bite screams for more of you,
every softly demanding word drives me forward more,
every grip on my hair makes me sink deeper.
In the end you catch me in your strong arms.
I stand before you with lowered eyes
and go down on my knees full of humility and lift my eyes to you.
No security
Is worth the suffering of a mediocre life
Chained to a routine
That killed your dreams ...
~(Maya Mendoza)
the look down,
my head lowered.
The dress ...
it falls
and stand before you as God created me.
Bound by your hands
completely at the mercy of your gaze
I enjoy your attention.
Every tenderness elicits combed purrs,
every blow shows my gratitude,
every bite screams for more of you,
every softly demanding word drives me forward more,
every grip on my hair makes me sink deeper.
In the end you catch me in your strong arms.
I stand before you with lowered eyes
and go down on my knees full of humility and lift my eyes to you.
No security
Is worth the suffering of a mediocre life
Chained to a routine
That killed your dreams ...
~(Maya Mendoza)
