Symphony

Symphony

I hear Your voice,

it sends a shiver of anticipation

traveling down my spine

You lean close and whisper...

"What do you need girl?"

I moan and reply simply...

"You, Master"

You smile

Your gentle touch enflames me,

setting more than my body on fire

the heat builds within me

as You slowly tease and tantalize me

I groan softly.

Your fingers work their magic

on my body as if it were a symphony-

playing the most delicious of tunes

my body is Yours

responding only to You

You know me so well

I am under Your spell.

Your voice, Your touch

drive me to distraction

its no longer what I need but

about how I may serve You.

Kit Masters © Written on January 14, 2000; 
originally posted January 15, 2000.