When darkness falls, dreams escape ~
Elusive sleep, still wide awake ~
Drawn to Him, I navigate ~
Night becomes the path I take.
Midnight stars, the void of space ~
His galaxy, illuminates ~
Faithful servant kneels to wait ~
His Order, I anticipate.
Soaring higher, escalate ~
Needing Him to soothe the ache ~
Inside my soul, seeking His face ~
Possessing me, He fascinates.
I hear His call, halting my pace ~.
His command: assume my place ~
My Master firmly cultivates ~
His fleshen collar, captivates.
Devoted to Him, no debate ~
Guided by the hand of Fate ~
On my knees, respect and grace ~
Submissive gift, He dominates.
copyright 2003, Scheherazade, the sexystoryteller
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