the sweet flower is bowing on the floor

Gracefully lay some inches near her Owner's feet

Hands at front

Back exposed

Deliberately showing the worshipping words of her Owner, calligraphed there on her body

Yess Sir....

my body is Yours

Your decoration

Your scripture

Your adornment

Your chanting

Yess Sir....

The voices echoed not only from my lips

The messages not only stated there in my eyes

For those who can read,

For those who understand,

For those with intelligent

her back is an open book

the message is clear and simple

Owned property, please do not trespassed

See the flower,

In her steel bound and tied

Helpless...

Agonizing....

Rendering

Every thing for the pleasure of her

Master

Following the

Laws

Obeying

Wholeheartedly becoming everything He perceived

Endlessly a possession she is

Rest assured in her Master harem

Bind and bound...

Beckons to the aim of the Owner..

Forever in servitude

haremflower now...

finally in the harem paradise of her Master

Where her dense and wet petals

All bow in rhyme

In a submissive rhythms

To follow..

To obey...

To serve...

Hey...Listen to my song

Watch me dance...

The glory dance in the name of my Owner

The freedom within borders

The happiness for being nothing

Listen to my story...

The story of a flower in a harem

My petals are tensed

Dripping...

Wet...

Damp...

in high and sublime ecstasy

Ohhhhhh

Quivering

my body

Thank You my  Lord

Thank You

For filling me

Showering me

Surround me

Giving me heavenly liquid of Your precious nectar

So precious

So sweet

So delight

So wonderful

Ohhh I am coming to the peak of my worship

Thank You my Lord!!

(And the flower rejoicing with the earth

As the tropical rain showering the entire forest)

Morning collarme Visitor,

Today haremflower feels like an orchid in the rain forest, where shades of tree protect her in a dense humid weather. The air tight, no sun shines and no breeze, not even a stir on the leaves, all perfectly lay still.

She wish to be picked and put in the tall vase, a sweet decoration for her Master's chamber. She knows in some days she be withered, lost her beauty and glory, and the trash bin surely where she will ended. But she be gone with a smile. For she has served the purpose, for her Master delight she was and now for the earth delicatessen be her end, as ashes to ashes and dust to dust.