The girl sits naked in the shadows, her eyes lowered, awaiting her Masters call.
It wasn’t always this way, every Master/ Mistress knows that finding their “one” is like catching fire or netting a nervous flighty butterfly
But when “the one” kneels with the sole purpose to please, they become a magical presence, a gift to be unwrapped
She became acquiescent before my immovable force
The erotic and amoral, where good and evil are colliding in lusty riptides. Together our waves crash in turbulent salacious beauty
All care must be given for words have great power to heal or destroy and she craves the intimacy of wholeness
