| The Music |
| As the music flows, along with your soft voice. I stand tall, my legs spread wide, my arms against the wall. I tense, then relax, as your voice, and the music tends to, work it's magic, readying me the same as you. Softly at first, the fingers of your whip caress me. With each stroke, a little harder, A little more intense,with each of your blows. My body jerks, then quivers, you caress me,making me shiver. I calm, the tempo climbing, I am no longer aware. I only feel the music, the music in my mind, in my body. Higher and higher, quivers hot with shivers. As the music stops, my body tumbles, and my body is floating. Drifting, drifting, drifting on down to your loving arms. |
| slave kitty June 7,2002 |
| Spring |
| The wind caresses my skin, just as your fingers soothe me. The sun warms my soul, just as your words comfort and wrap around me. The birds sing to me their song, Just as your whip sings it's song, to the tempo of my hearts beating, The butterflies lightly flutter around me, like those in my stomache at the thought of what's to come. The blades of the grass so cool and smooth, tickle me like the fingers of your flogger soothe me. All so equal,all so true, The warmth and softness of spring, The warmth and softness of you. |
| slave kitty May 2002 |
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