I submit, prone and prostrate at his feet
Captive to my Lord’s will, his blood-heat
My guilt, my shame, his gilt and guarded treasure
His ire, his wrath, my secret fostered pleasure
senses forfeit, I cleave to silken chains
beneath his brutal and exquisite reign
with faultless splendor our deep desires collide
He keeps his realm within me, and I abide
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