Sisters Storm

Entering the room and i greet
the Masters/Mistress's i meet,
waving to my sisters this day,
i kneel . . . so i may stay.

Looking across the room at the fuss,
seeing my sister's hair get mussed . . .
her Master, as always, having his way,
as she squirms and giggles at play.

Wisps of hair move about my head . . .
my sister's cheeks turning red,
and i see a sudden Storm arise
as if released of earthly ties.

See her stand and spread her wings,
as of her love for him she sings,
and the Storm carries her high above,
she floats in his arms, adrift in love.

Carried higher and higher by the Storm,
floating alone, by His love borne,
kept far from us, out of reach,
so she can learn the lesson he will teach.

Guiding her and showing the way,
teaching the lesson that he will this day.
The Storm now whispers in my sister's ear,
saying it's Him she must both trust and fear.

Then, suddenly pushing her higher still,
she is taken far beyond her free will,
and moans of pleasure echo in the lair,
as my sister's explosion permeates the air.

She floats with ease as the room spins around.
Then, he holds her close as she returns to the ground,
and ever so gently, He caresses her body.
Lesson well learned . . . she'll not be naughty.

Gently, the Storm holds His rose tight,
and graciously bids to all a good night,
and thanking her Master with love in her eyes,
she hugs him softly and says her good byes.

And, as I kneel watching this scene,
I find my self beginning to dream,
remembrances of love filling the room,
knowing soon I'll return to Mistress's womb.

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