Master's Canvas

darkness descends, quiet calm reigns eternal, a moment in time, however brief, new canvas is blank, waiting for the colors of life to appear, coarse sand biting into tender flesh of knees, caressing smooth surface with the gentle touch of fingertips…tracing a small heart…

small ray of light falls upon fiery tresses, igniting the flame within, willing the artist to begin His work, to fill the void of white, to built the masterpiece which will bear His name, will be on display to meet His judgment…

broad strokes of yellow, build the base of trust, the masterpiece in His hands to mold into His vision, what He wishes to be seen by Others, brown intertwining with bright green, grounding the masterpiece in the roots of earth, a reminder of whence all came from and shall return…

gentle brushing of pink, the softness within His work, the heart open longing to be filled, hungering for His attention, potential for love, blue liberally fills whiteness, allowing the soaring of dreams, realization of sadness no longer…

black only scantily placed along the edges, reminder of anger that is only in check, warning to remember the bounds of life, a small splattering of red, tribute to passion within, fire ever burning for His attention…

His masterpiece crawls to Him, slave belly held low, tender kisses placed upon His boots, before rising, creamy thighs spread widely, back arching gracefully, as firm breasts thrust forward, auburn tresses lean to the right… the art on display for His approval…

colors all blended, within the heart and soul, molded together to form His vision, to please Him, soft kiss placed upon tapered fingertips, as they reach caressing the strength of His thighs…

she is His, to be pleasing in His vision and in His thoughts, to fulfill what He desires, she is…

~la kajira~