Powerless

I Bowed before his feet.
Bow and kiss my ring, says my king.
I am a slave to his touch.
I am giving all of me to his awareness.
I have sold my heart to him and he bought it.
Near death experience when I'm not in his presence.
I surrender all and all I given.
I fall into a deep sleep as I wait to touch his lips.
He isn't my prince charming.
He is my mighty king and I rest my head on his throne while I pleasantly pleases him on my knees.
Oh, my glorious sky touch my face and free me from my mighty kings blade.
For I have no strength to do it myself.
Help me.
Heal me.
Protect my precious heart for I have stabbed.
Love is my torcher.
Love is my favorite drink of the day.
I sip red violet blood of lust.
I bow and he took me by a string and wrapped my heart dear tight.
Now, I can't breath.
I bowed.
Still, I bow.
I give.
I bow before my king my all my dear love.
My king, my dear lord, free me for I can't bare the thought of losing him.
Save me from my own will power.
Save me, oh save me, before I bow again.
Borrowing his words from my heart for who I am not strong enough to let go.
I bowed before his feet.
I bowed and kissed his heart instead of his kings ring.
I signed with my blood to be forever lost. 
Forever his.