The master who takes me,will have a slave who would strive to become his fantasy.
I  take care of myself and stay  in shape.
I might remain pleasing to the eye for a couple more years yet..or that is my hope.
Ultimately,I would even go as far to say,I would lay mt life down for his.
I would observe him...burn him into my memory,which would allow me to attend to his every need...every desire, as my mind  and body would allow.
Before he has to ask.

Little bird flits down.But today,there is nothing.She flits away hungry.

I watched a tiny bird today,flitting in and out for a tiny morsel of food,wanting it so badly,needing it,but so afraid to get it.And as I watched,it reminded me of something..