Your eyes consume Me...
Blind Me with dazzling light..
No ray of sun would dare outshine.
Your mouth invites Me
with the soft adore of dewy velvet
I yearn to cling to.
Your touch elicits that pulsing surge...
Electric rush of blood...
I would drink you.
your sweetness...glistening on the tips of My fingers...
Tracing your lips and watching that eager mouth open...
eyes aching with unspoken need...
Sweet submissive...
A cruel twist of your nipple...
flesh reddening slowly
matching the flush of color to your cheek
My heart swells...
The scent of You...fills me
And one word echoes through the room...
Mine.
There is a sweet Black to it all...
The heavy hand... the gentle sweep of flesh to flesh
I open myself to Master...
Heart... Mind... Soul...
And He buries Himself well...
His Mastery is the Tone...
The Look...
The Touch...
With Master... I can be myself
I can give with all my heart...
I can be vulnerable and innocent...
I can be freed of control
In Master's palm... I can place my life.
I belong to Him.
I am the clay
He the molder...
I bend to Master's will
and He...
Will never break the fragile Gift of my submission.
