My Master's Hands

A combination of strength and warmth,
my Master's hands
sing
against my skin,
tracing the outline
of my hips,
gently opening
soft pink petals
found hidden
within my body.

My Master's hands
summon forth
previous lifetimes
built on passion
and devotion,
and I find myself bathed
in dampened heat
as his fingers
explore
new
and yet somehow
familiar
realms.

My Master's hands
bring me
easily
to the edge
of begging
for release
from his sweet
torture
as I listen
carefully
for his permission
to fall from his lips,
which are pressed firmly
against my own.

And I feel
more than hear
his consent,
his body strung tightly
crushed
against mine,
his breathing shallow
as he carries us both
into the sea,
waves crashing over us,
his strong hands
tangled
in my long dark hair
as he weaves his love
into my heart,
knowing
I am his willing
captive slave
for lifetimes
yet
to come....