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by: Sir Wolfr1 On Eagle's wings she soars above the peaks Burning so brightly in the night On bended knee she doth take flight Some would look at her and call her weak Soft demure mild and meek But I have seen the fire inside Where soaring stirring passion bide That fire is what I seek to claim The raging soul that few may know A fiery depths that few many shame A raging heart where only I may go Upon that bended knee she gives to me Service, submission and feminity Her collar tis no badge of shame She wears it proudly for it bears my name For she has found her submission sweet See the joy in her steps as she walks down the street? And she holds her bondage oh so dear A freedom found that few could bare She lives under collar, oar and crop The bitter sweet pleasures she would have never to end Knowing she could end it all in but a day Just hand to him his collar turn and walk away And return to that world that has no spice All vanilla, no fire and no ice And this above all doth she fear to be To live with neither agony nor ecstacy Oh what could be worse that to be a stray? Living, nay dying slowly day by day She finds the collar can indeed be sweet To sit and learn at her Master's feet To live upon his back and call To kneel or stand, to run or crawl The trust he offers she holds so dear His honor polished if need be with her tears To stand before the world and say "I am His, Master may I play?" To take his pleasures, to take his pains To submit to losses, to yearn for gains To learn the lessons that he will teach To stare in awe at the height you reach You know the name you hold so dear Speak it now that we both may hear So kneel and say that which you doth crave "Teach me my Master, I am thy slave" 
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