My
fingers pass over her collar,
touching what is Mine,
Looking deep into My slave's eyes,
smiles softly as the fire of desire
burns from deep within her,
This slave of Mine is a treasure,
a pearl of soft uniqueness,
One of which He alone can claim
He turns her, see's His brand up on her,
Reaching up He releases her hair
watching as it fall in cascades of curls
The scent of her fills His senses
she kneels just for Him,
Tears slip from her eyes from His touch
For only, He can leave His mark up on her
she trembles from the stinging,
Seeing My fingerprints left up on her skin
Holding her as her tears fall freely,
Laying her face into the palm of My hand
she kisses the paddle,
Soothing her as she lays sleeping
this pearl of Mine
