Ecstacy (For My Master)
Author: Tiggie_Rose
Filed in: love, power, pleasure, pain, ecstacyYour fingers wind within my hair
Your eyes blazing, bright as day
My breath comes in ragged gasps
As I melt, a body of clay.
Your power slowly begins to mold
The deepest reservations of my soul
That I give them freely, is seen as bold
Or quite scandalous, so I’m told.
Doubters mock our euphoric state
Watch outside our private gates
Feeling it their duty, they sit and wait
For a chance to say, we‘re out of date.
Others scream the whole night long
As they scowl and cross their arms
They say we should see it wrong
To surrender to such charms.
But they cannot view the heights,
All those brilliant specs of light
That we pass by while in flight
And, soaring, fall into by delight.
They cannot feel our special bond,
The curious way it wraps around,
Crossing over, under, and upon,
Capturing the joy we have found.
They cannot know our reverie,
Or that I find my freedom
Within your Mastery . . .
I am caged, and yet, I sing.
Some shrug and call it pleasure
Others groan and call it pain
But there are things, I am sure
These clever words cannot explain
We touch the stars
We breath in the dust
We create our haven,
The ecstasy of being ‘Us’.
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