This is in response to SubGirl’s poem When the need won’t break.
Lost in the dark womb of her need,
head bowed and her chest heaving,
eyes snap open when a deep voice
finally acknowledges from behind,
“Good girl.”
Raising her head in relief,
eyes still unfocused but unneeded;
rough, tender fingers touching her face
brushing damp, matted hair away.
“I am here now.”
Braving the tiniest of smiles,
eyes sparkling with stars,
dry mouth barely working,
she whispers,
“Master, I waited for you.”
A warm, dry, massive hand cupping her cheek;
she turns to kiss its palm
and sighs contentedly
as another hand grasps her hair,
“I knew that you would.”
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This gets better each time I read it. What power and beauty, you are.
The beauty I describe is not in me, my dear. It is in the one that waits, it is in the heart that surrenders; beauty is in the eyes where stars find their home.