Goddess
@Elless, my breath, my ache,
I tremble wholly in your wake.
Each perfect line, each sacred swell—
My worship lives to serve you well.
Your body is my holy rite,
I crave its touch in dream and night.
A flawless shrine I long to trace,
With lips that beg to know their place.
This mouth no longer mine to keep,
It speaks your name, it moans, it weeps.
A vessel now, for you to use,
To praise, to please, to never refuse.
Command me low, I rise no more,
My pride left folded at your door.
Your breath becomes the air I need,
Your hunger, now, the word I plead.
I live beneath your silken will,
In silent ache, in aching thrill.
Each whispered “yes,” each muted sigh
A hymn I offer, kneeling high.