~*~ slipping from my Master's wagon, the sweetly rounded hips of a slave roll with liquid ease beneath sheerest layers of white and pink shimmering with hundreds of tiny pearls…i move to Him, a pale moth drawn helplessly to His flame, falling to my knees a few paces from the One who holds my very essence in His hand… fully in His view, dark tresses upswept in a smooth bun to expose the sensual curve of neck and shoulder as wispy ringlets trail at my nape, i turn my face to him, the motion revealing the single tear-shaped pearl dangling at my forehead on a thin golden chain, my only adornment ...raising one arm and turning my face into its delicate arch, i slowly trail the fingers of my other hand from a velvet ear lobe to the ring of steel loosely gracing my throat, tracing the letter lovingly etched there before slipping my fingertips to the top of my shoulder...as the tones of a gentle melody drift along the night breezes, i slowly begin to sway...~*~
~*~ the music pervading my senses, i respond exquisitely to its caress, rising to my knees as if lifted by the notes themselves...slim fingers undo the loose knot at my shoulder, a strip of ivory silk coming free only to expose a new layer beneath...my hand circles slowly above my head as i unwind the diaphanous material from my swaying form, the long pearl-kissed veil alternately hiding and exposing me to my Master's view as it slips through my free hand...feeling lighter as the material falls from me like a dazzling smile that hides pain, i lay this glittering burden at His feet, baring my emotions to His view as i offer up my trust without restraint...~*~
~*~ as the music grows more intense, the melody driving me to new heights of awareness, i sweep my hands downward to the fullness of woman's hips, deft fingers tugging free another gossamer veil, gently pink like the interior of a sea shell stranded on a dry beach by the waves which had once nourished and sustained it...as this strip of fabric tangles in my hands, i reach out helplessly... finding nothing, i draw back unto myself, shrinking and small, head bowing with acceptance as the tide recedes, never again to touch...the final tears of that long ago pain fall to dissipate like drops of sea water evaporating from a smooth shell...stretching my body along the sand, i lie curved and pale, the wadded veil extended in trusting hands, the pain and fear of abandonment stripped from me at last....~*~
~*~ freeing my hands of this burden, i roll to my back and immediately lift, facing away from Him with sinuous spine arching and fingers trailing in the sands behind me, soft upswell of bosom reaching for the luminous moons above…suddenly the tempo of the music lulls, and i dip backward again, the currents of sound no longer buoying me...sheer veils ripple with the effort of waiting, caught in a game of time...again the music beckons me upward, and again it does not sustain me as i collapse backward before the completion of my rise, the flames within me restless with frustration as i seek and fail, healed yet unfulfilled...~*~
~*~ helplessly, i roll again to face Him, searching Him out with desperate eyes as i rest upon my stomach.... crawling low on my belly ‘til full lips hover at His feet for one sensual, breathless moment, i push upward and draw my knees beneath me, resting back on the cusp of delicate heels before again bending backward in a cruel and lovely arch...on an upswelling melody, i lift and reach, a pale and pink-tipped flower unfolding to His sun, dark head lifting last of all as i give myself over to His power and the knowledge that only through Him, and Him alone, can i rise...~*~
~*~ Cupid's bow lips curving tenderly, i slip one foot from beneath the pliant curve of my bottom and slide the leg before me with toes pointed, leaning forward to grasp my bare ankle, delicately veined.... i slide my palms upward along taut and sculpted calf, along dimpled knee, past creamy thigh and upward to the smooth column of waist.... as one hand rests upon my navel, belly rolling with the sweet melodies, the other slips to the opposite shoulder to loosen a final layer of silk, the veil unwinding in a slow descending spiral as i free the cunning loops of material from my body and draw them under my extended leg, the fabric pooling in my hands…~*~
~*~ i dance bare before Him, His moth, His shell, His flower, the layers of pain, fear, and despair now stripped from my soul as i symbolically lay the last vestige of my past at His feet.... daring to look into His eyes, lips slightly parted as my breaths quicken, i reach to undo my neat bun, nimble fingers plucking free the two hidden pins to send a cascade of sable waves tumbling to the sweet dimples at the base of my spine... in this simple, sensual act before the One who owns me, i confirm that i am His, my search having come to an end....bending forward, silken tresses slithering over my shoulders to shroud His feet, i lay myself prostrate and tenderly lift His boot to my neck, entrusting my life to Him as the music slowly fades...*