I can’t… without…

I can’t reach down without feeling, knowing She has the key,
I can’t look at others without wondering why She chose me.

I can’t close my eyes without waiting… waiting for Her to talk,
I can’t hear keys jingle without listening out for Her walk.

I can’t pleasure others without Her explicit consent or command,
I can’t misbehave without fear. Fear of Her reprimand.

I can’t swim without thinking, wanting forever,                                                                                     I can’t do a thing without this. I can’t without Her.

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