Whisper quietly to Him
Tiny bloom
Are you not beautiful?
Will He even notice you there
So small upon the furs?
~
Take care, delicate blossom
Your curves so soft
He could crush you in an instant
His hands grip like steel
His heel grinds like stone
~
Warm yourself, sweet flower
Bask in the pleasure of His smile
The cold will come as a thief
Never will you know
When it is to descend
~
Will you tell Him, little talender?
That He owns a pure heart
A belly of flame
And eyes filled with passion
~
Move closer your petals
It is raining now
Drink you in my tears
They are of joy
~
Carry these things to Him
Meadow blossom
Beg that He might take notice
Shall I set you upon fruit
Glazed with honey?
~
Stretch forth your arms
Offer without hesitation
What belongs to Him
~
Lay you down now, lovely talender
How pale you are
Upon His furs!
You will tell Him
Will you not?
That His slave girl
Thinks of Him
 
~  finis
 
 
celeste