She sits at His feet,
He looks down and smiles,
She knows.

He offers her His hand,
She takes it as He pulls her up,
She knows.

He pulls her to His lap,
Her arms encircle Him,
She is safe,
She knows.

He strokes her hair,
Kisses her neck,
She is home,
She knows.

He opens her blouse,
She may tremble a bit but,
She knows.

He touches her flesh,
His touch in warm and filled with love,
She knows.

He pinches her nipple,
She jumps, then moans, she feels,
She knows.

He leans down and kisses
The hardening pink nip,
She lays her head back, she feels,
She knows.

His fingers slip under the slight material that
covers her mound, she opens her legs to him,
She knows.

He finds her tiny bud and rubs her,
She moans deeps inside, she feels,
She knows.

He helps her up, stands,
Walks to the door, she follows,
She knows.

Outside, He leads her
Up the hill, she follows,
She knows.

To the cliffs He leads, to the edge,
The very edge, such a long way down,
She hesitates.

Her fear is great, she fears the fall,
He smiles, She smiles,
She knows.

He offers her His hand again she hesitates,
He says, “Come to the edge with Me, trust Me,”
She takes His hand and smiles,
She knows.

She steps up next to Him on the edge,
He wraps his arms around her, kisses her softly,
She relaxes,
She knows.

He slowly lets her go, she looks over the edge
Where He has brought her, she smiles, He takes her
Over the edge, she spreads her soul and flies, He smiles,
Her trust was His forever, because
He Knows.