Mas­ter Sir

Writ­ten by Wbluerose02@aol.com

 I felt your love go through me, when the

can­dle dripped slowly onto my milky skin

I knew how deep your love was for me

as the flames become one

with my sweetness

You have molded me into a slave

I can’t deny.

One drop has me bound as I become wild.

Two drops sent me into ecstasy as my

orgasm climb over the edge.

The thorns pricked my skin and dropped blood

from my wet­ness and you suck­led it away.

My hips rose and my clit met the wild thorn with

plea­sure.

My body rose and become one with drops of fire.

I beg for more as you walk away and leave

my sweet­ness dripping

Mas­ter please don’t leave your slave like this

take her into the dark­ness of pain.

My slave I leave you

drip­ping for my hunger

The pain you will feel is nothing

like what I am going to give you.

The fire will dance across your body

and the can­dle will burn into your clit

leav­ing you to crave your Mas­ter Sir

You will beg me to be within you and the

pain shall for­ever walk with you

as you take each step