My Very Being

The mere touch of your hand
Sends a sheer sense of belonging
an overwhelming sense of ecstacy
Every single fiber of my body
yields to your touch
I kneel before you
submitting every breath
every thought
every ounce of who I am
The desire is deep within me
I cannot deny what lies beneath
My devotion is very clear
To live every breath I take
Making you happy
Pleasing you in every
possible way...

A woman with no spirit or sense of self or sense of self esteem or sense of self identity is not going to be worth associating with, much less putting her on her knees.