Writings by slaves

~hope~
vinca
shanti
sumli~hana
celeste{RU}
le`faine
aerin

other poems by slaves

Writings by Free Persons

Oh, there's nothing on earth
that I'd rather see
than adept enchantresses
belly dancing for me!

I could watch them all day
and then all through the night
but never grow tired
of the harem's delight!

What wondrously lies
beyond that diaphanous veil?
It must be the torso
of the most graceful female

whose movement is shadowed
and hinted at --
more subtle than whispers,
more lithe than a cat!

As bright eyes glance
both left and right,
the head moves around
like a phoenix's might.

Then the veil slips away
and the midriff is bare
in front of a backdrop
of long, silky hair!

Of a sudden I find
that I have started to chew
my lips as I gasp
at such a stunning view!

With uplifted elbows
the armpits display
my favorite pose,
but they do not stay.

A shoulder will roll
both forward and back.
Why don't I hear
those lovely bones crack?

The hips start to shimmy
and I can hardly wait
for them to start writhing
in a figure eight!

The rib cage starts rolling
deftly up and out
in a path that could alter
a whole caravan's route!

Now another movement
which will ever enthrall
me is the belly that ripples
like a waterfall!

Yes, arch the back
and curve the spine!
Let the hips spill over
the belt like sweet wine!

Each unique navel
attracts my stare
as I marvel at its height
above the pubic hair.

I love tortellini
and indented webs...
Each navel's a fountain
from which sensuality ebbs!

If a smooth, shapely knee
should escape from a skirt,
that's reason enough
to keep me alert!

If I had any slave girls
I would set them all free
in hopes that they'd belly
dance better for me!

---Magdhur

Lord Vaughan's Slave

Lord Vaughan's slave lies at his feet.
Her love for him makes her heart beat.
She is nothing but skin and bones
filled with desire to be all he owns.
Black boots and thongs are all she wears
besides her smiles and her master's stares.
Although she's stripped, she has no shame.
Selfless, she doesn't even have a name.
Upon her back, she spreads her legs.
Upon her knees, she prays and begs.
She lives to feel her Lord Vaughan's rod;
no other creature could be her god!
She doesn't speak unless she's told.
Her quietness is more than gold.
In all she does, but one thing shows:
Lord Vaughan's pleasure is all she knows!
Her nipples and navel are precious jewels,
but her hands and mouth are priceless tools!
Her back will arch; her hips will writhe.
Her womanhood's the most sacred myth!
Upon her belly she humbly crawls,
and waits until her Lord Vaughan calls.

---Magdhur

Lament For Jesan

Sing I the steel of Jesan of Darkmountain,
Youngest and fairest of all that fierce Clan.
Widely He wandered, alone in His silence,
Far from His Family in wild Torvaldsland.
Seeking serenity, long would He linger
Watching by waters, and sweet was His song.
Steady His gaze, and His voice ever gentle:
Peace was His path, though His sword-arm was strong.

Loving and loyal, His peace He abandoned -
Deep His devotion, His honor unstained -
Bravely He battled, one blade against many,
Counting no cost then, to keep One unchained.
Dead are the foemen He fought in the forest!
Struck down in strife the Renunciate fell.
Sorrow and praise for Jesan of Darkmountain
Sing I, His Sister, who loved Him so well.

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

Farewell To The South

Black masts against the morning sky as swiftly We depart;
I look My last on Southern lands with sorrow in My heart.
The anchor weighs, the oar-drum sounds, the tide is running fast
As We set out on Thassa, bound for Torvaldsland at last.

Farewell to all My dear Ones in Ko-Ro-Ba and Port Kar,
Farewell to My Wolf-Dav'n and the shining Swords of Ar,
Farewell to All who welcomed once a Woman from the North;
I send My love to You again upon My sailing forth.

One final look to landward from the ship that bears Me hence:
The brown Vosk River flowing out through waving stands of rence
And all the shoreline still, beneath the blaze of Tor-tu-Gor:
Farewell, farewell to Southern lands that I shall see no more.

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

(This is My revision of the Barding done by Wallace and Myself in Ar,
7/7/99)

Silent Sorrow

The snow lies deep upon the mountain's height;
In silence there a solemn truth is told
Where blood of battle stains the shining white
In witness to the struggles that unfold
When Strength meets Strength, and neither One will yield.
Not knowing where One starts and Other ends,
Both fall to lay in stillness on the field
And call upon the snow to make amends.
The night wind crying soft above the peaks
Grieves for the fate of Two entombed below;
Cold crystal tears fall down on colder cheeks
And, like the Warriors, vanish in the snow.
No scarlet sign remains, nor any mark
Of secret battles, lost in Winter's dark.


(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain/Wallace of Ar)

A Vaunt

You Southron men that capture fragile girls
Who can do naught but plead with you and cry,
To tame them with the ko-lar and the lash
Have never faced a Woman such as I.
From Torvaldsland, the Daughter of a Jarl
Who led His Men through bloody seas to gold
Am I - as savage as the mountain larl;
A child of the North Wind and endless cold.
As soon as My small feet could stand their ground,
My elder Brothers taught to Me the blade.
Look at Me! See the sinew of My arm!
Before you stands no trembling little maid,
But fiercer Foe than any you have fought.
Free will I die, if Free I cannot live,
And take an honor-guard with Me to Hel.
No worse pain than I've known is yours to give:
Four babies have I labored long to bear,
Yet only one did live to learn to walk
And call Me Mother - then, with searing grief,
My heart as split as glacier-splintered rock,
I saw My strong Defender fall in war
Though thick the foes He slew lay on the field,
But shed no tear before His Comrades grim
Who brought Him lifeless home upon His shield.
...........And think you, that to such as you I'd yield?
Before you stands a Woman of the North,
Like Vatnajokkul, cold, alone, and proud.
The knife of Torvaldsland is in My hand,
And at your little whips I laugh aloud!

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

To One In Scarlet

Warrior, when slain in battle You shall fall
As All who wear the Scarlet someday must,
And silent lay, Who stood so bright and tall,
Your spirit in the Cities of the Dust
Will catch the whispered echoes of a song
Remembering You - then may You sleep content,
Knowing Your Honor still is whole and strong
Though broken Your proud body, cold and rent.
Not ever lost will be the Name of One
Who loved His life yet dared to laugh at death.
However brief Your days beneath the Sun,
Know, Warrior, when You draw Your final breath,
These lips will sing for You such song as this,
That never touched Yours in a single kiss.

(c. 1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

Free Women's Tears

You tell Us that You do not fear to die;
That death will be Your highest victory,
And that You would not wish that We should cry
For You when You are gone - so gallantly
You speak to comfort Us, and soft Your voice
That We have heard more often laughing loud
    Among Your Brothers. Oh, We have no choice
But love You, all of You, so young and proud,
So shining, in the scarlet of Your Caste.
You will go laughing someday into war
And not return - then shall We weep at last
For strength and courage We shall see no more.
Do not reproach Us, that We mourn for You,
Warrior - Free Women's tears are Honor too.

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

The Lady's Blade

" Suppose I were to give You back this knife
You drew against Me, sudden from Your sleeve...
Would use it, Lady?  Would You take My life?
Ah, how You tremble!  I do not believe
You would, for I have long known how Your eyes
So bright have lingered on Me as I strode
Our City ways, and sparkled when the Prize
I won in Tournaments.  Oh, aye, it showed,
Though never did I let You see I knew.
  It was for those sweet glances that I fought;
The only Prize I cared to win was You.
  Could You slay One who loves You?  I think not.
See, I return to You Your blade so fine.
Strike then, and end My days, or else be Mine."

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

Before Dawn

The lamp is burning low, My Love, the furs are soft and deep,
And night is nearly over now, yet still I do not sleep,
Remembering Your dark eyes and the brightness of Your smile,
The warmth of Your strong arms that held Me just a little while.

The golden waning Moons are falling slowly to their rest
Above the sea-fog rolling in from Thassa in the west,
And all My thoughts are turned to You, wherever You may be,
And all My heart, that longs for You and knows You think of Me.

Oh, wishing I could hold You now, Your heartbeat close to Mine
And Your sweet kisses on My skin, that turn My head like wine,
To love You as the lamp burns out and night turns into day,
But I am only dreaming, Love, and You are far away.

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

For Edge, First Sword of Midnight Steel

His hair was black as forest night, as bright as Autumn stars His eyes;
His blade was swift, but seldom drawn, for He was courteous and wise.
He loved but One, and She loved Him more dear than any words can tell.
In forest night beneath the Autumn stars Our First Sword fell.

We were too few and too alone; Our foes too many and too grim.
To guard Us in the wilderness no Warrior was left but Him,
Yet He was stronger than they dared to challenge by direct attack,
So struck Him down from hiding, with an arrow in the back.

We could not save Him, nor could We avenge His death, although We tried;
His final words were "Do not grieve", and in His Lady's arms He died.
We could not honor those last words, for what else could We do but grieve
To see Him laying slain there in the Camp We'd have to leave?

Sing Edge First Sword, who lived and died a Rarius faithful to His trust;
The Autumn wind will sing of Him, though silent sleeps He in the Dust
And will not wake again to watch the morning forest growing light -
His starlit eyes forever closed in the eternal night.

(c.1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

The Kolar

Here is My impression of the collar or ko-lar as it is referred to in Steel Dawn. What is a ko-lar, this lovely piece of jewelry which adorns the necks of the slaves of Gor? It is a symbol of eternal love which binds the Master to the slave and the slave to the Master. In exchange for his/or her devotion, the slave is given enduring protection by his or her Master or Mistress from A/all W/who would cause harm or distress for the slave. The wearing of a ko-lar is not unlike that of the bands which W/we wear on O/our hands when W/we are married. he or she offers her life to his or her Master/Mistress and the Master/Mistress offers His or Her life to care for the slave. O/one May ask why Tarn Rarius hath not ko-larred one such person in Steel Dawn.... Tis because the one who hath captured His heart hath not consented to accept His kolar. *smiles*
---Tarn Rarius

Silver and Gold

A warrior's toil is fierce in this cruel world
with little to ease His journey
Offering His sword to those He calls Brother
to unite their power as One.

A tarn disk is earned in this test of life,
a payment for His sweat
A weight of gold to purchase His world
as measured by His brand

An invisible ledger is also kept not counting
disks of silver or gold
A measure of the man stripped of His pouches
as viewed by those who know

"Tal Rarius!" they yell as the door is swung open
and into the Tavern He walks
"A paga at once!" is beckoned to show One's pleasure
in knowing this Warrior as Friend

A warrior's standard is a vigilant code, not allowing for moments of
weakness or doubt
But for those that live this honorable life, are blessed well beyond,
the disks of silver and gold.

                                Kobzar

"Rose"

Sinking into midnight pools of gold spun dreams
Stems entwined on your body's perfumed regimes
Delicate pleasures laced in kiss of crimson rose
Exquisite soft petals lapping in heavenly repose

Intoxicating fragrances engulfing the rose hips
Quivering in dew as three Gorean moons eclipse
Voluptuous white bud awaiting to finally bloom
With the whisper of love, its lost soul is exhumed

Sun kissing the rose with its beams of care
The night becomes alive for the passion its shares
And the blossom erupts into an art of glory
The epitome of love in a long forgotten story

Thorns not noticed by the beholder of adoration
Silken rose framed in your nirvana revolution
Defiant of nature this rose shall never wilt
Thriving on the youth of love it has built

Its the power of love, not the love of power

Panther~RU

Walk with Me,

little one Walk with Me, little one
He says to the tiny, whitesilk-clad
possession of His
Yes Master
He takes her for a long stroll through
the forest
Listening to the sounds of the birds and the insects-
occasionally hearing a small animal foraging for it's daily meal
A babbling brook crosses T/their path...
T/they stop for a brief while, to rest
And gaze into the clouds with their secrets...she sees shapes in the sky
He gazes into her big, doe-eyes, and ponders....so innocent...so
completely trusting...so child-like, and yet
memories of last night remind Him that she is a woman...
The memory stirs a longing in Him,
so He begins to stroke her silken hair
and caress her soft and shapely form
she lays her head back, and joyfully gives herself to her Master for His pleasure...
wanting only to please Him...
living only to please Him
existing only to please Him.....

The afternoon wanes, and the first of the three moons shows it's face in the golden twilight....
a soft, tiny snore informs Him that His possession has left Him for a brief time
to visit the dreamland of the kajira..He holds her close
she trusts Him in her sleep to relax competely....He is at peace...

For the last time...
He worries about His little one..
His heart aches because of what He knows
For tomorrow
He will rise before the dawn
Before her
and go into Battle....

Tomorrow, His last thought will be of her...
Tomorrow, He will die

                                Master Menelvagor

The Entire Concept

The Entire Concept of what a slave means...
The Total Reason she exists..
All that she is..
All of her life..
her name...
her mind...
her thoughts...
her heart...
her body...
her love...
her desires...
her laughter..
her tears...
her soul...
her being..
her death...
MINE

                             Master Menelvagor

Writings by slaves

a few words from ~hope~

These words were written for One. He who once owned a girl. This girls feelings are not the same as they once were.  

 In a slave girls dreams,
her heart searches for her Master.
One who will own her mind, body and soul,
and bend her to His will.

In this slave girls dreams,
she feels her Masters touch.
She knows it is He who owns her,
His touch bends her to His will.

In a slave girls dreams,
her soul searches for her freedom.
a Strong Master will show her the way,
as He shows her the meaning of complete slavery.

In this slave girls dreams,
she rejoices in her freedom.
her Master shows her that she is owned,
she knows she is free.

This slave girl can say,
that freedom in a state of mind.
her mind, body and soul belong to Master Kobzar,
she is free to love Him, please Him, and show Him her desires,
without fear of being looked down upon for her devotion.

Dearest Master, this girl, Your slave submits to You a thousand times, praying to Odin that You will think to keep her as Your position, at least for 1 more day. Your slave is nothing without You Master. It is You that makes her the slave that she is. total in her submission to You. Your slave misses You greatly. she craves Your touch.

                                      ~hope~

 A Warriors slave girl sleeps on His furs,
dreaming of His touch and His words.
His journey is long and she is left alone.
her body aches for His touch, even His gaze.
she can only wait for His return,
then show Him, if He will allow it, how she missed Him,
how she wishes to please Him and serve Him.
So, until His return, a Warriors slave girl sleeps on His furs, moaning as her dreams take her to Him.

                             ~hope~

vinca{SD}'s story

This is the story of vinca{SD} a brave and adventurous wench of the tavern Steel Dawn. She was taken from her life on the planet Earth to its counter part which is known as Gor…..

This is where her new life, of training as a kajira begins…..

A girls Master is Ubar Berek HalfHand, the keeper of the tavern Steel Dawn, he who owns many slaves, but his only true love is Secret Star, a female slave that he freed and chose as his free companion. A girl was trained by ~hope~{SDFG~K} and teka {first girl of the tavern} , whom now is no longer with Steel Dawn, this girl will miss her greatly.

So the story begins…..Master Berek was kind enough to take this girl under his strong wing and place her under his protection. Although she being spirited, loves and would never do anything to dishonor him or her sister kyri in any way….

How does one find out about the inner slave, it is by the hand of a Master, who teaches her humility, and honor in what she is. Proud to be kajira!

A girl was branded by the very hand of Master Berek, her own sprit and strength could have been her own undoing. For it was to be that a girl was not strapped down for her brand, and she withstood it well.

Master this page is for you from your loyal and trusting slave in hopes that she is forever pleasing to thee and her sweet sister kyri…

Be well Master and sister, be well… Your travels forever be safe and may love forever bloom in your garden…

This one now has spoken too long, yes Master a girl lives only to be your slave in Steel Dawn!

shanti{SD}

This one was brought to slavery by a very strong desire. When she first stepped into Steel Dawn she was in awe. she first came in as a Mistress and watched. she would order different items each time and watch the beautiful bondsmaids serve, learning how to talk as a slave, act, and behave as a slave. After awhile she felt confident enough to finally become a slave. she entered one evening shy and timid as shanti, and left proud and bold as shanti{-}, she proudly showed off her ko-lar for she was so very happy to now be apart of the Steel Dawn family, she asked questions from E/everyone around her learning slowly day by day. she has learned so much in the short time she has been here, she learns even more as each and every day passes by. she's a slave because she has a desire to serve that words cannot describe. One single day of her life without being in Steel Dawn is torture. The Tavern gives her a sense of peace that cannot be found in any other place in v/t or r/t. she only hopes that she will one day be worthy enough for the ko-lar of Steel Dawn...that will truly be a grand day. When this one was a Mistress she was content with Steel Dawn. It wouldn't have bothered her if she missed a day of visiting. But when she became a slave, she was much more than just content with herself. To her, being a slave, means being alive. she looks back now and realizes that if she would have stayed as a Mistress for a few more days, she may have left and never came back, not thinking a single thought about it. Now, if she were to leave, the pain of bidding E/everyone farewell would be enough to kill her. But to loose the sense of being a part of something so special, that would be unbearable.

sumli~hana{SD~HC}

A slave means to me is a person or culture given he knowledge to serve others and have the gift to please others. not everyone has the gifts to do this making a slave special and a great value. why else would Masters and Mistresses demand so much, because they dont possess such a gift slave's serve from the heart no where else and it is there desire to always serve.Why she is slave she is slave because she was shown she had the gift as many do but was afraid to use it it remained dormant until she was allowed to show her gifts when she did and when she saw how it was really there under heart she knew that was what she should do and she should not be a Mistress and order them around she should be the one who gets to please them and serve them not sit behind veils and lounge it was in her heart and she couldn't deny it.What brought you to slavery she was brought to slavery over two nights and a foolish love the first night Master Berek toying with her and the other Mistresses told her to dance for everyone and for some strange reason she stood before him and danced when she was done he smiled and said she had a slave heart and showed the desire greatly and offered her the {-} kolar she was not sure what to do so she left that to think. The second night she was at war over Master Longknife wanting him to love her so she did something that she never saw before she dropped before him crossing her arms and asked to be his slave when he saw this he then he drew a bondmaid circle threw her in and announced she was no more only slave and after that her desire to be a perfect slave like you sister came to life and burned greatly never to go out she is slave inside and out and that is how she became slave.

~celeste{SD}

This girl became a slave in order to be true to herself and her heart. she looked deep within her and found the girl who dwelled there lived only to serve and please a Master or Mistress. celeste longs for one thing in life and that is to truly be a slave with her mind body and soul. she longs to completely submit herself to One who will love her as much as she loves to serve. Every time her heart beats it screams to her she has always been slave, that she is slave, that she will forever be slave. celeste must be true to her heart and heed its words. she is not a Free Woman nor would she ever want to be. she could not hide behind that mask. being a slave satisfies her heart and makes her happy that is why she became a slave and that is why she will forever stay one.

The Violet by le`faine{SD}

Down in a green and shady bed
a modest Violet grew;
It's stalk was bent, it hung it's head,
as if to hide from view.

And yet t was a lovely flower,
It's color bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let this girl to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That a girl may also learn to grow,
In sweet humility........le'faine{RUFG}

aerin{~Y~}
a writing for a girls Master
from her heart to Master Yorke

A girl was once a prideful thing
She thought she had it all
She looked out upon her world
Straight and feeling tall

But in the darkness of the night
While lying on her bed
Thoughts of something different
Kept running through her head

She knew not what was missing
But did not feel complete
Until one day (to her surprise)
She knelt at Someones feet

A hand came down to stroke her cheek
With tenderness, not ire
The kindness in the Masters voice
Rekindling her desire

All the nights that followed
Brought her often to her knees
Her happiness a present
The gift to her, to please

Her sisters brought her solace
And taught her how to serve
Until the time that He'd arrive
To take her to the furs

He offers now protection
Even when they are apart
She gladly gives Him everything
Her body, soul and heart

There's not upon a written page
In lands both near and far
Expression, word or meaning
The joy of her ko'lar

                          Yours....aerin

The Moment...
(dedicated to a girl's Master)

Lost in the moment
As He holds her
Pressed into His arms
Feeling her heart swell with happiness
Hearing it pounding in her ears
Allowing herself for the very first time
To feel His strength
His power
His Mastery
Realizing that now she is truly His
No doubt, no question in her mind
Trembling slightly as the knowledge permeates her mind, her body, her soul
Tears sparkling in her eyes as she looks up at Him
As He whispers to her, gazing down at her
"Mine, you are Mine"
All she can whisper back, scarcely remembering to breathe, is
"Yes, Master, Yours, Yours"
He replies to her, His voice quiet, reassuring
"I am your Home, My little one"
Taking her and embracing her tightly
Shaking slightly, hearing His words, she nods
"Yes, Master, Home, You are this girl's Home"
Sliding her arms around Him
Nestling against her Master, her Home
Reaching her head up to place the softest, sweetest kiss on His lips
Knowing she will never forget
The day...
The moment...

na'ima{~Kurok~FGHS} September 12, 1999

But a Slave

Wolfs bay
        Lights flash
Tempest plays
        Floors crack
What do you bring?
        Who do you fear?
Weeping sentry
        Persevering observer
Raging angel
        Helpless whore
What do you believe?
        Who do you obey?
Black whips
        Flesh and blood
Steel ko-lars
        Body and soul
What do you break?
        Who do you cleanse?
Silent stillness
        Restless nights
Faded glimpses
        Tattered dreams
What do you hide?
        Who do you serve?
Laughing
        Crying
Running
        Dancing
What are you?
        Who but a slave!

written by the slave in me
© velvet kitten{Zane} Feb 99

Black Master

I hear the Darkness. He lives deep in me.
I fight His cause, I live His ways.
I feel the Darkness ready to consume me.
He is the Black Master.
His call, I drink in, night and day.
I fight His cause, I live His ways.
His hate I take upon me this day.
He is the Black Master.
My duty is strong, it can not break.
I fight His cause, I live His ways.
In my hands His enemies will break.
He is the Black Master.
I pray to the spirit of the Dark beast.
I fight His cause, I live His ways.
In return He helps hold down My beast.
He is the Black Master.
My life I give freely to the Darkness.
I fight His cause, I live His ways.
My spirit slowly becomes the Darkness.
And I am the Black Master.

Written about a member of the caste of assassins
© velvet kitten{Zane} Spring 98

Eyes of Love

On a crisp and sunny autumn’s day
I beheld a dream come true
Your beauty took my breath away
My eyes of love held you

Though years have past since when we met
Through eyes of love, I see
You have not changed one single bit
How could you ever love me?

As we grow old together, dear
I wonder what you see
My eyes of love, they hold you near
You are the one for me

I have wondered why you loved this boy
But now I finally see
My heart is filled with unmeasurable joy
As eyes of love... look back at me...

kar~tor{GC~Kit}~Y~

rainbeau robe..

as the girl went walking
as a summers morn
she gleanedthe rainbeaus
from the dew
and in her innocense
she wove
it into a gossamer silk of may hues

with dreams
she lay that garment down
neath the lite of  a lovers moon
to capture there its silver flight
and the dawn cam all too soon

then in her passion
she presented this robe
to the Master of her heart
and he
set it aside for a rainy day
and took himself apart..

sweet gwen.. 9/17/99

this rainbeau is mostly called sweet gwen~~ except in counterurth
where she was given the name of dusti

a girl

a girl kneels alone
her heart empty
her desire powerful
her inner flame burning dimly

a girl greets
her voice wistful
her smile always soft
her voice never betraying her

a girl serves
her eyes always watching
her personal need an ache
her craving overwhelming for One

a girl meets One
her heart skips a beat
her skin flushes in delight
her body atremble near that One

a girl knows now
she has found what she needs
she has found what she lacks
she has found what she craves

a girl
her search over
her One
is all she will never need 

na'ima{~Kurok~FGHS}

The Garden 

Entering the garden, stepping through the gate
Pondering her life; considering her fate
Smelling the wonderful profusion of blossoms perfuming the air
The gentle summer breeze wafting through the tendrils of her hair

Looking about her as she strolls down the winding path
Knowing that this place protects her from all forms of wrath
Seeing the wealth of flowers and foliage pervading her senses
Her eyes following the honeysuckle vine as it climbs the fences

Feeling the sun's warming rays shimmering softly through the trees
Basking in the nurturing glow, setting her soul more at ease
Morning dew drops sparkling on the flowers, shining from afar
Each drop glistening as brilliantly as a twinkling night star

Walking quietly through the glorious garden full of blooms
The branches hanging low; weighted down, the fruit looms
Plucking a large juicy apple, a treat for the senses
Tasting the sweet abundance of the apple's essences

Finding a clearing by the banks of a fast-flowing nearby stream
Lying on the soft grass; gazing at the clouds as if in a dream
Senses filled with images of wilted blooms, fresh blossoms and buds of the future
The wilted are past loves; the fresh are the present; the buds tomorrow, fates unsure

Sighing contentedly, her heart brimming with happiness and bliss
Thoughts wandering aimlessly to more mundane things such as a kiss
Slowly running her tongue over her lips as if to savour it
Caressing each luscious pore of skin to not miss the slightest bit

Closing her eyes, drifting into the sweet reverie of sleep
Soft heartbeats from within her gently lulling her ever deep
Life having been pondered and having truly considered her fate
Finding within the garden what she needs; residing inside the gate

At one time she thought this was just a garden of sheer delight
A sweet, peaceful, calming place to visit and set her soul right
Realising that it was here all along, just never fully found
Now seeing that her home is where her heart, her soul, and spirit abound 

na'ima{~Kurok~FGHS}

Yours 

Master, You are Your girl's Heart
her Soul
her Love
her True Master

To You, she gives all that she is
all that she ever will be
all that she ever hopes to be

For You, she offers herself
For You, she gives herself
For You, she has nothing but herself

Once Yours, she is no longer herself
Once Yours, she is only one thing
Yours

na'ima{~Kurok~FGHS}