A soft smile dances on my lips, 
  As the velvet band binds me into black velvet night, 
  My heart beating faster, 
  My senses reaching out for Your warmth, 
  Your tender, loving caresses... 

  Your firm strong hands dance on my skin, 
  Caressing, stroking, all that they can touch, 
  Creating a hunger within, 
  My soft whimpers pleading,  
  As every nerve cries for Your attention... 

  i feel the hunger being fed, 
  Soft cords dancing on slave flesh, 
  Yet as it feeds, it continues to grow, 
  My body gently weaving before You 
  Searching, reaching for more... 

  More firmly, new lashes caress me, 
  Each biting softly, yet demandingly, 
  As i begin to soar on the beauty  
  That You are creating, 
  Soft splashes of colors behind velveted eyes... 

  i feel myself rising, floating, soaring -- 
  Your voice distant but clearly heard,  
  As You whisper, "I love you, slave" -- 
  While colors intensify with each biting caress, 
  Bright Yellows and Oranges behind black velvet... 
 

  Insistently You push me higher and higher,  
  While i writhe on the tether held tightly by You, 
  Exploding in blazes of fiery Reds and Whites,  
  That You demandingly tear from my being, 
  My cries indecipherable, as i dance to Your tune... 

  Cries that You feast on, with heart, ears and eyes, 
  Tears that You lap from cheeks, neck and breasts, 
  Cries of abject love, praise and adoration, 
  Marks possessively traced, hot, raised, tender, 
  Cries for my Maestro, my Love, my Master.... 

  i float in a haze of purest love, 
  The kaleidoscope softening into gentle hues, 
  i sob helplessly, joyfully, wrapped in Your arms,  
  My all having been taken by You... i drift drowsily, 
  Safe, secure, and content in my black velvet world. 

© 1998, 1999, 2000  by kitte{AR}  Comments, Questions and Suggestions welcome   e-mail:  kitte@netscape.net