She Waits

Upon a steep cliff a lone house sits.
The woman walks in a shimmering silver gown,
headed to the edge to watch the waves
beat on the shore.
The caps gleam in the moonlight.

The wind blows her red locks
off of her pale face; her blue eyes
take on the hue of dark topaz.

She searches intently for her tall, dark haired lover
to fill her empty arms once more;
dreams of his smiling blue eyes, the sensual sound of his voice
The laughter that is so characteristic of him.

The bracelets on her arms, on her ankles,
mark her as his.
She wears a collar with a large round
ring in front on her graceful neck.

Even when he is gone, she always
knows to whom she belongs.
She wears his possession with pride,
smiling as she remembers the marks made
on her neck and shoulders before he left.

He has been gone a fortnight now,
and she anxiously waits for his return;
Standing there on the cliffs,
yearning for her Master, missing Him.

Sighing with a heavy heart, she heads back to home,
resigned that tonight is not the night.
Her gown twines around her body like a lover
as she turns away from the cliff.

His hands, His commands- she need them
on her body, aching for her One.

A man looks up to the cliffs, and smiles.
A tall, dark haired man with blue eyes.
He smiles, knowing she was looking for Him.

In the morning, she will be in His arms,
sated and sore from His long night of loving.
He will feel her arms and legs around Him
once again, crying His name in ecstasy.

The woman is His pet,
His one,
His possession.

She belongs to Him, and to no Other.

With a heart lighter than it has been in weeks,
He heads home briskly,
knowing His home is not the dwelling,
but in the arms of His beloved slave.

His steps make land, and makes haste to
the dwelling on the high cliff,
anxious to mark His possession yet again.

With each step that He takes, He hears
her cries of pain and pleasure echoing in His ears