you have been under My spell for some time now. To you, February is just another month like the one before it. Time, days, hours, minutes, its all a blur to you now. you cant remember the first time you heard the sound of my voice, guiding you deeper into submission, but you can hear my last instructions as if they just happened. your heart quickens as you recall the counting, the squeezing, the paces I have put you through. Its almost automatic to you now. My voice resonates in your mind constantly, persistantly, urgingly. you know you will submit one more time to Me. you know you need Me to guide you, train you, mold you. Come here pet and lets make March memorable.
Quiet Anticipation
Oh how I love to watch the setting of the sun
And the way the sky blushes at its gentle touch
Each moment is filled with quiet anticipation
As the memories are somehow never enough
Your Voice
I patiently waited as if I was anticipating the blossoming of a rose
And with the departure of each hour I struggled to hold on to hope
My eyes grew weary as I lost sight of why I often remain steadfast
Oh just to hear your voice, your soft giggles and even your laugh
That alone would be enough to always keep me coming back
Wistful Memories
Somewhere far beyond the imaginary trail of plucked petals
Lays the last dying rose that separates allegory from reality
And as with every story, every fairytale that has been told
There comes a time when the end must somehow be borne
Perhaps the faintest fragrance still lingers in this final poem
But be as it may, when the flower that stood becomes dust
The sweet aroma that once was will enhance wistful memories
OOooo Sounds like fun, Mistress!!