In the night.
Something.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, i will remain asleep”
Breath tingles my ear.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, i love You”
A finger tip upon my cheek.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, i will serve and obey”
A touch so intimate.
A whisper.
“No Goddess, i can never escape”
A kiss.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, forever”
i sleep.
slave mike
Beautiful! The poem captures an experience so many of us have had, of worshiping the Goddess in our dreams.
Whew! My experience with the Mistress, exactly!