The yearning of a slave
As you liked the last poem, here is another expressing the way a slave feel at the sight and touch of a Master, how her heart misses a beat... how he is all she is, as he allows her to be.
He is her world she is there to help, care and guard him with her life if need be, the feelings are so strong for him that yes, she would even die for him. Let me know as always what do you think of this other nice poem of my sissy, Kesha Amat.
As she kneels beside him and places her soft cheek against his thigh,
Her hearts begins to race ,
She inhales the fumes of him the fire begins to burn in her belly.
He fills her every desires,
She wouldn’t be anywhere else except his feet.
Her eyes look upon him she feels the fire yet again dancing inside her soul.
No-one else can make her feel like this way.
Her heart skipping beats as he is her everything and everything she needs.
She is slave
He is MasterShareThis