You were born this way.
You can try to outrun it,
pointlessly deny the truth
or make up excuses
and mask the true nature.
It is always present in you
But it remains indefinable.
You cannot, however,
change who you are.
You were born this way,
fiery desire echoing inside,
a constant ache within
felt deep in the core.
Passion burns like fire,
a blaze seemingly foreign
yet consuming your soul.
So, how can another understand
if you can't name the heat,
if you can't control the burn?
Within you is
an ache to please Him...
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
Trying to find your way,
people will get hurt,
you ache as you caused it,
but to live without purpose
always cuts far deeper.
Denying who you are,
even when it is your heart
that crumbles into a
thousand jagged shards.
Finding Him will be worth it...
Within you is a need
beyond the physical,
something that screams
beneath all things tactile.
To please Him
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
In the beginning there is no He...
Only a nameless demand,
a destination without a map,
the imprint has always existed,
waiting to be discovered,
longing to be traced to perfection.
You fall asleep with doubt,
unable to define the emotion,
you are a person, yet empty,
a shell sometimes left behind,
a vessel close to forgotten.
Within you is
a ravenous need
To please Him
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
Quit running and be still,
listen to the sounds of longing
that blare inside your heart,
to your innermost feelings.
Finally allow them a voice,
for they shall be your map,
and believe He will find you.
You will never forget it,
the pain quieting in his arms,
aches soothed in an embrace,
the nameless desire sated,
for that moment will define
what was once indefinable.
Together you are bound,
kneeling, you swear...
To please Him
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
You will offer a lifetime
of sating his thirst,
fulfilling his desires,
loving beyond any doubt,
beyond any turbulence.
For you were born to be His.
And...
Finally, He will have a name.
You can try to outrun it,
pointlessly deny the truth
or make up excuses
and mask the true nature.
It is always present in you
But it remains indefinable.
You cannot, however,
change who you are.
You were born this way,
fiery desire echoing inside,
a constant ache within
felt deep in the core.
Passion burns like fire,
a blaze seemingly foreign
yet consuming your soul.
So, how can another understand
if you can't name the heat,
if you can't control the burn?
Within you is
an ache to please Him...
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
Trying to find your way,
people will get hurt,
you ache as you caused it,
but to live without purpose
always cuts far deeper.
Denying who you are,
even when it is your heart
that crumbles into a
thousand jagged shards.
Finding Him will be worth it...
Within you is a need
beyond the physical,
something that screams
beneath all things tactile.
To please Him
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
In the beginning there is no He...
Only a nameless demand,
a destination without a map,
the imprint has always existed,
waiting to be discovered,
longing to be traced to perfection.
You fall asleep with doubt,
unable to define the emotion,
you are a person, yet empty,
a shell sometimes left behind,
a vessel close to forgotten.
Within you is
a ravenous need
To please Him
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
Quit running and be still,
listen to the sounds of longing
that blare inside your heart,
to your innermost feelings.
Finally allow them a voice,
for they shall be your map,
and believe He will find you.
You will never forget it,
the pain quieting in his arms,
aches soothed in an embrace,
the nameless desire sated,
for that moment will define
what was once indefinable.
Together you are bound,
kneeling, you swear...
To please Him
His needs
His commands
His wants
His pleasure
are all that matters.
You will offer a lifetime
of sating his thirst,
fulfilling his desires,
loving beyond any doubt,
beyond any turbulence.
For you were born to be His.
And...
Finally, He will have a name.