I don't know what love is, other than what I feel for you.
I desire you, but more than that, I want to be desired by you.
I keep your house, thankful that you permit me to share it with you, and am always seeking to decorate it to please you.
I keep myself fit and attractive, thankful that you find pleasure in me, and am always seeking how best to present myself to you.
I am thankful for the resources you've provided to improve myself and my appearance.
I am watchful of what you find attractive in other women, not out of jealousy, but in order to know how to please you better.
I've learned to wear clothing and makeup I never would have tried except to please you.
I am thankful for your eyes, and I appreciate your response when you see me.
I love your smile which rewards me when I please you and find that each time it bonds me to you more strongly. I maintain in my memory my favorite ten smiles of the time we've been together and the last ten smiles you've given me.
I love your hands and the feeling of your touch on my body. I appreciate that you believe you touch me with my permission, which is given as part of my submission to you.
I remember each time you've undressed me, the times you took me quickly and roughly, the times you aroused me slowly and lovingly. Each memory is precious to me.
I've learned the taste of every part of you, in submission, in aggression, and cherish the flavors you've shared with me.
I love your sex and the practices which you've taught me. I love the game of learning each time what pleases you and how you surprise me with your reaction - sometimes fulfilling my expectations, sometimes amazing me with changes.
I love being taken by you when sex is the last thing on my mind. The moment, the instant of realization that I must submit to your wishes, to your desires over mine, are the sweetest of my life.