My Body My Master
My Mind; holds all thoughts of my Master, holding all his stories
My Eyes; watch my Master intently, light with fires of primal desires when he looks back at me, and soften when he smiles. I see into his depth as he pulls me into his.
My mouth and Lips; caress my Master's ears, press to his lips. They whisper haunting tales, and speak “I love you”, pressing upon your skin
My Lungs; inhales my Master’s spirit as his mouth presses to mine. My air intertwines with his.
My Throat; swallows his pain and mistakes, and will erupt with fiery vengeance if harm comes. and wears the firm grip of my Master’s hand.
My Voice; is soft and caring, loud and raging, wavering yet solid. A voice only he can hear when I call for him. My words bring him peace and strength.
My Breasts; are for Master's comfort and nourishment, he may rest close feeling the warmth and my soft flesh.Taking me into his mouth, my arms cradled around him protectively
My Heart; even when wounded finds love and compassion. Cracked and molded back into shape, to be placed in my Masters hands.
My Arms and Hands; cling tightly around my Master, his hand placed over mine firmly against his chest.
My Fingers; running along every one of my Master’s scars and marks seen and unseen, asking for every story, and every truth.
My Womb; to be primal and giving. Wanting and craving my Masters seed.
My Legs and Feet; strong and powerful stay firmly planted in all storms. Will run to my Master when called.
My Flesh; soft and kind. Warm and inviting. Needing my Masters caresses and marks.
My Spirit; rises and falls,scared and damaged. To be scorched and engulfed in my Masters fiery breath, to rise up from ashes of my past, to wrap itself as one with my Master.