Princess Becky, Goddess of my heart, Mistress of my soul, creator of all that is light, controller of all that is dark...
She renders my existence meaningless without Her.
She allows my eyes to see the sun through Her gaze.
She maintains my hearbeat to time Her soft footsteps.
She pumps air from my lungs to create effervescence.
She harvests my body to be used for Her sustenance
She enslaves my libido to make music in Her laughter
She stands lofty on high, Her beauty far above me.
She is that i may be the servant kept wanting
She is everything, i am nothing, and the world is sane.