You Belong To Me

I know you want to smell the scent on my feet.

She is thor without a hammer

She is the Thor without a hammer.

She doesnt need one.

And why you ask?

Because she can make you break yourself in a blink.

Because she can make you feel thunder with her glare.

Because she can turn your face into her throne

And her boots into your shrine.

She is the one who conquers.

You think she'll make you kneel..

But the truth is

You were born to kneel

Before her

Her greatness

And her absolute power.

Her slave shivers in desperation.

He wants her glare to deliver him to peace.

A glare!

What can it do?

It can pierce him apart and join him anew

It can take away his all and provide him a few

A few that will be enough to him forever

Whatever she commands becomes his will

Whatever she wills becomes his command

She walks and he follows.

She guides and he seeks.

And I guess all of this speaks.

That he the slave needs the goddess

And the goddess doesnt need him.

How can a she be so strong?

So wise?

That whatever she sees melts in her feet.

Whatever she says becomes a rain on her surroundings.

How can she grow flowers by merely walking on them?

Miracles sprouting out just by being under her.

Like her feet was what they needed.

Her dominiun was what blessed them.

She smiles and the world lights up.

She sleeps and the night falls.

For whole world is but hers to command

I know my world is,

Is yours too?