It can't be seen,but i know its there. It  was nurtured,not something fleeting. Uncollared,naked,stripped,what is she to do? Free,to roam,to play,to love,and learn.The collar around her pale,slender throat may have been removed, taken back so suddenly,like having the rug removed from under your feet, falling deeper and deeper. Mistakes were made, no one to blame(herself)yet the collar around her heart wasnt removed along with the one she wore on her neck. Yearning for his kiss,his touch, the sweet sting of the paddle,it will happen not. The distance grew, she longed to be close. His smooth voice fades off into the night.she wanders,searching,longing,needing to serve her sweet kind Master.Stripped,naked,unbound, she wanders and she waits.




I wrote that in 2006. Thought that I would post it on here, after all it has sat in myspace for alooong while.