My Master

Gentle waves crash upon the sand,
Where you and I lay hand in hand.

You touch ever so softly fingertips becoming paint brushes, turning my lips to roses and your lips brisk against mine, rough as are the thorns that allow me stem from my vines and I lavish and ache in the taste of my master's artwork laid in blood on my lips.....
Your lips, become a pen, carefully tracing my lustful features into existence as words once mine have become your own, my existence is to please the sculptor to whom my body is payment.
Your tongue molding my nipples into peaks, standing at attention and your fingers draw me back in.
My nails drive as knives carving claw marks down your back and my lips write your name in the sand.
My lips between swaying hips become fountains as my master, my existence demands.
Become a kitten purring with excitement, claws draw pleasure to master's skin.
Your fingertips grabbing my most lush of curves,
lifting my hips closer to your throbbing tongue to become a masterpiece, to lay claim on what you own.
My lips quiver as he writes me to climatic state and my legs shake as he teases and master orders me to wait.
Your fingers strum my tongue as you part my lips more, baring me to you, showing the intimate places only my master is allowed to go.
My mouth forming the shape of an 'O' as you plunge into my rivers for a drink to cure the thirstiest of thirsts.
I escape into a place somewhere between fantasy and oblivion,sending my mind on a trip beyond climatic release.
My breath catches in my chest as my body succumbs to it's master.
Lightning strikes my lips and burns the depths of my soul as you become the keeper locking me in your cages to be displayed for you to savor,the creator of my pleasure,
I forever serve, submit to my master.