25 January 1995

The True Master
written for my Master Artful

The name of slave and Master is forgotten attraction leads to capture and I fall into your dominion
I lay before you my cheek resting upon your feet
Passion shall consume me drifting into the realms of pleasure and pain
sliding gracefully into the abyss which consumes my very soul

Your hands grasping my hair losing your fingers in tresses of gold
You whisper remember my slave girl you will always be mine.
Your Mastery guides your hand on my flesh the mind, the body moans
I gave way to your perpetual kiss lifting myself up longing to taste you
Moving with grace, curves seducing sliding gracefully into the abyss

There’s nowhere I can hide passion screaming every thought is blurred
Your hands silent yet unyielding secret places are revealed
There was the veil through which I could not see … you pulled it away
Tears fall from my eyes you kiss them from my face whispering
Beware my passionate slave know your Master… It is me .. not your passion

The mind the body moans my submission leads me into the abyss
I hear your whispers fall back slave let go … you can see into my heart
You smile, the air passes your lips and I hear you say you are mine
Since the dawn of time my slave listen to the ancient echoes
“Beware passionate slave know your Master… It is he .. not your passion”

Submission leads, moving with grace, seducing… as it
leads to the rapture, to our wild season, the mind the body moans
Possessed like the celebrants of a timeless ritual screams echoing
through the universe long past time and the world we know
You whisper remember my slave girl you will always be mine

The name of slave and Master is forgotten
attraction that lead to capture and I fell into your dominion
I lay before you lips upon your feet whispering I am here to serve you
My Master consumes me sliding gracefully into the abyss I am not my own
You whisper my slave girl you will always be mine, I am your home

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