The inner thoughts of a slave girl. i have been in the lifestyle real time a very long time and have felt the love and beauty that comes from serving. It is inside of me. It is what both plagues me and feeds me. Serving is much more then a sexual fetish. It is a very spiritual movement that my soul begs to take on a constant. These are my thoughts. Sometimes dark and twisted but mine nonetheless. If Y/you would like to reach out please do so!
my slave soul tangled
one solitary soul.
You snuck around the corner
Melting into me like an ice cube on a hot summer day
Sitting in the sun for centuries without notice
But someone did notice
He noticed my dark brown eyes aching
my entire world begging to roll upon Your silent lips
i could have bet my entire soul that i had ventured on Your lips before
Floated through them a million times before as if Your soul called silently to me in the dark.
i caught my breath as You quietly stole mine from my lungs.
A mute Morris code upon my skin that only You could decipher
A hidden message wiped clean as you order me to my knees.
So that i could be so close that i could see my own reflection in Your eyes.
A foreign language only few understand
You and i
There are no words.
There is no need for speech
i understand my place
my face fitting perfectly in Your hands
As if it always was
And was never without.
Your fingertips tracing softly over my lips
As if to silence the chatter that was swimming inside my head.
I want to say a million things. Convey the depth in which You have entered.
But I silence.
For I want you to see it. Feel it. Believe it.
I don’t want to just be a girl on her knees.
I want to be Your girl on her knees.