From ancient times, the sun was worshipped,
Light, warmth, power,
Source of life, of growth.
The masculine strength that protects,
Yet can burn if not careful.
Today, we don’t worship the sun,
But she wants to fall to her knees
Before Him, the male the sun represents,
Her protector, her safe-place, her home.
He leads her, guiding firmly but gently.
Her body is His to pleasure,
Her mind for Him to seduce and tease.
The boundaries she sets,
He respects yet challenges,
Making her grow and flourish.
Her heart beats for Him,
And it is His to love and cherish.
He sees the strength in submittance,
But knows hearts can be fragile.
He takes pride in keeping hers safe.
She finds her peace submitting
To Him who honours her gift.
He needs to be protective, her rock,
As much as she needs to feel looked after.
Together, they become whole.
As she kneels before Him,
He collars her neck,
His symbol of love and devotion.
She wears it with pride, sacred in its meaning,
And vows to forever worship Him and their love.
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