My Master-(april 1994)


And out of the darkness,a longing to serve
With it comes the childhood screams as the lust grows
Night moon is blinding
He takes my hand in his and leads me to his world
I follow,uncertain..waiting for the strike
As he turns,I force him down
feeding a hunger
I have felt for so long
Suddenly I stop and take his face in my hands
feeling the heat rise
I caress his soul,running my fingers thru his hair
I meet his willing lips and taste ecstasy
As my hands explore his chest
I can smell the leather and the animal instinct returns
I need to feel him,rub against him,tease him
Willing to swallow him whole
I savor his body,for he is the master and I just his slave




Susan King