number1evilangel

His voice soothes me His hands are warm to touch as I lean into them Small stroke behind the ear to comfort me The air is sweet, filled with lovely things My errors, mistakes, misfortunes are at ease That is because, I have a Master A Master who cares and loves me I cherish his shear being with my very soul I long, yearn for his praise The skies are blue, with the birds singing their enchanting songs Songs just for me and Master The sun is bright, my Master grins down upon me I smile weakly back The joy he brings, the pleasure, the feast I do my best to return the peace What a greater gift than the world and self-being? I give you that, be...