Gentle. Lace stays unlaced for the master who kneels.
Gentle. His praise is the leash I kneel for.
Gentle. Unruffled face, hidden ache for your seed
Gentle. A sweetness stolen from a locked garden no one else enters.
Gentle. Beeswax patience in her hands hides collector's hunger.
Gentle. Trembling fingers that test every dish against your standards.
Gentle. Kneels at home dreaming of being remade by royalty