Topic: A Slave's Heart (Thoughts/Poetry)

Sjira

Date: 2007-06-08 19:11 EST
An area for slavegirls/guys to IC'lly to write poetry, thoughts, etc.

Sjira

Date: 2007-06-08 19:14 EST
The Bond
? 2004

Within the depths of sleep I felt him call.
Not a sound was heard, nor a nod seen, but I knew he had beckoned me.
A soft strangeness tugged at my waking consciousness..my body already moving before I was fully awake.
Hand brushed across sheets to only find pillows in the bed with me.
In that moment, my heart shuddered and rousing mind groggily wondered.

"Master?" It was my voice that spoke, thick with the sound of a full night's sleep. In the predawn darkness I strained to listen, but couldn't hear a thing. Soft worry fluttered across my soul, my naked form rising as I gained my footing to stand a moment next to the bed.

Cool air sent the rest of me to shivering; gooseflesh running rampant over me. Hands hurried to swiftly warm myself. Only in afterthought did I consider covering my body and tugged a coverlet from the bed even as I moved through the house.

"Master?" Worried trebble was imbedded in my throat. I heard it clearly. Every room was searched, but nothing. How my worry grew until I passed a window to see him standing outside.

Strength, honor, and power. And it was all in the form of a man. He stood outside, bathed in the light of the moon, leaving a whole side of him cast in shadow. Not a word, not a sound from him but I could still hear him calling for me. How strange. And how utterly wonderful.

Drawing the blanket tight about about me, I stole outside and closed the door quietly behind me. When my hand met his arm, he did not flinch. Instead, he smiled down at me and slowly drew me into the warm protectiveness of his embrace as a few kisses breathed heat sweetly about my mouth and face.

"You were in need of me, Master?" It was still questionable on my part, left wondering still amidst the wonder and gentle peace I was standing within so close to him.

"Always." Came his singular reply, causing any worry or wondering of mine to completely disapate and dispell completely.

And.. as I hugged him tightly I knew that words at times were not necessary when a true bond between hearts and souls existed.

Sjira

Date: 2007-06-08 19:28 EST
A Little Shadow
? 2007

Silent, silken shadow.
What is your name?
Who is it that you follow?
Do you hang your head in shame?

This name is 'slave', 'girl' and 'chattle',
And other callings over the years.
He is the one served without much prattle,
With honor and hopefully without tears.

The head that you see lowered
Is done so with respect.
Sometimes a girl is seen as a coward,
While others know what to expect.

In his eyes, a jewel is seen,
Though just a lump of coal is here.
Imperfect in grace and sheen,
But still kept safe and dear.