The Writings of James - IV

Dreaming of the Dom whose gentle touch
Brings a smile and so more much
Waiting to awaken and see His face
His fingers to upon her body trace

In the distance the midnight song of the whipperwhill is heard
So softly sung her sleep is not deterred
The rustle of the maple leaves and shivers of the night
Taking to fancy the whispers of a Master and then His sight

Sweet whispers promising both pain and pleasure
Sweet whispers softly upon the ear of His treasure
That promise pain and pleasure without fear
Oh such music to a slave girl’s ear

The scent of the salt laden breeze across the waves blowing
Whispers she hears not really knowing
If in the darkened room the musky order of life
Hanging in the air will take away her strife

Yet with the feelings a soft whimper is given in sleep
As nostrils fill lungs of her Masters’ scent to keep
Vital air and smells of Him within her
her existence for Him…nothing can deter
Visions of His strong built body mesh
With her thoughts of flesh on hot flesh
Joined in the most intimate way
As Master’s hands over her body stray

Fingers tangled in her hair, strong firm hands
Wrapped and playing with the silken strands
Then pulling taking like a movie scene
Taking until her body and lungs scream

A Master enjoying a slave girls body
her wetness filling like a warm toddy
Tossing now, the girls body on fire
Filled with love and desire

Aching and yearning in her sleep she cries out
Softly at first and then to shout
Moist lips parting hungry and begging to partake
Of anything He offers before she awakes

Hoping that her heroin, a slave girls delight
Will fill her body until it lights
Consumed with nothing but His body and needs
Hungry and begging for His seed

In the night, this night
her hunger is for His might
His girl…His slave with all her senses filled
Submits totally to only His will

her senses flooded…her body ready
Body held by His hands strong and steady
Her soul surrenders…His voice beckoning
To the Master’s awakenings.