You

You

Your voice can do many things to me,

You can take me to the heights of ecstasy or

Plummet me into the darkness of my own hell,

Your voice can set me on fire.

Burning with need for You,

Needing to feel Your touch,

Craving what only You can give me,

Craving what we both want so desperately.

When You are away, I miss You dreadfully,

I think of You and hear Your voice,

My heart races, and my blood does a slow boil,

I can hear You so clearly.

I glance at the phone and will it to ring,

So that I may hear those sweet words that You whisper,

Those words that only You say to me.

The phone rings and I run to answer it.

My body trembles, and my voice quivers, as I say Hello,

You say "what are you doing, girl?"

I answer "Master, I missed You."

You chuckle and whisper "How is My girl?"

I smile and reply "Much better Master"

You chuckle, and say "What does My little kitten need?"

I moan and whisper "You, Master"

You reply "I was thinking the same thing kitten"

"Kitten," You whisper "Soon we will be together"

I smile and reply "Master, I can't wait"

You reply "Yes you can kitten"

"Yes Master" is my reply.

We hang up and dream of the time,

When all of our dreams will come true.

Until we meet Master,

And in meeting, binding myself to You.

Written January 14, 1998; 
originally posted January 14, 1999.