Just a few days ago before the 14th of february fran contacted a Master for request. he told me he just finished a poem and past it to me. I think it is such a lovely poem for a kajira, that I needed to ask this Master for pemission to place it here. Thank you Master for your approval.
Cry ...cry little one. You are no longer free. But then the silver moon shines in your eyes, Making them sparkle with hunger and fire. And tonight when you dance for us in the pit of sand you will learn the true power you hold over men. For your sensual beauty can fell the most savage of hearts and make our eyes sparkle with hunger with desire.
Dream...dream little one. You will never be free. Ah but when the moonlight shines in your eyes Making them flash with hunger and fire only the gods truly know who is Master and-- who is slave
Sing...sing little one. You belong to me, and when the moonlight shines in your eyes Making them flash with hunger and fire I know I will never set you free. Let your laughter ring out for tonight you will dance in the arms of your Master. And we will dance the night through.
*Thank you Mith for letting me place this in my blog such a lovely poem*