*A shadow that was once upon the wall slowly, slowly materializes into a black, cloaked form ... looking about and spying a pebble upon the floor, I pick it up, clutch it tightly in my hands, and utter a strange series of syllables, upon which I toss the pebble against the wall making a strange echo sound. Approaching the wall where the small stone hit, I touch it with my fingertips and a fresh doorway emerges ... disappearing again when I release. A gleeful smile appears upon my face ... a nod in recognition that all will be in place on Thursday night ... and I fade back into the shadows again.*

entering as a dream walker..shadow dancing...mind in a soft haze of nervousness.....walking soft as dust across the stones..fae heart in hot tremble..thinking of this night...blessed under the time of Beltaine...holly and ivy in my hair...very long gold strands...kneeling ...down..down so light...my arms crossed across my aching breasts...shutting teal/turquoise eyes..melting into the floor.. in silent prayer of power and safety and raptures to be held aside in the void for me..a return of the gift of submission...shaking my head..in a little movement..filled with this essence,,then rising..passing small,delicate,strong fingers over the silk...and leaving the crown of ivy aand holly upon the mantle of the beautiful fireplace..and leaving for the now..

*A thunderous crash mixes with the howling wind as the door opens momentarily, and a dark cloaked figure enters shutting the door behind Himself. A second for the water to stop dripping from His hat pulled down far over His eyes before it is removed and neatly hung. His cloak is shaken as He pulls it off in a twirling fashion and places it aside the hat. And in black, pirate boots, dressed in dark slacks and a black, collarless shirt stands I, Dr. Black.*

*My dark hair, longer than usual, shows small streaks of gray at the temples, battle scars of a hard life. Brown eyes smolder deep from within as I survey the site of the Nest, nodding with a slight smile in approval ... knowing that even more lies within and beyond these very walls.*

appearing in the shadows..eyes in dark smolder of turquoise..in gentle serene face..pale ivory face..pink cheeks in soft flush..full rosy lips..in gentle part..tender smile..removing a silk cloak of specked greys..revealing a cream silk dress..simple ancient cut..fine.sheer..wide gold,silk cuffs and plackets.a coaalr of silver,leather and a large emerald showing...placing the cloak on a hook..walking forwark into more light..thick.very long cutight spiraling tendrils of red gold over my full breasts and to my waist in back..damp from the hard rains..my heart in a wild chase..fox and hound..eyes wide..remembering to breath...in a radient glow..approaching Wng Who i have come to be ruled by this night..bowing first to the room..,shadows..L/lurkers all..and then to the One i serve this eve..bowing low..then kneeling in the beauty and pause of giving all i have..time and heart...

*Staring down at the beauty that is violet sky, I let my eyes drink in her garments and finely-designed article of jewelry, trailing over the full figure, the bowed head and full breasts, the long curls of shining hair, the radiant glow caused by the perspiration of anticipation.*
Do you fully give of yourself this very night? Give totally of your body and will ... your will becoming an extension of mine, your body for Me to take and do with as I shall deem?
*Taking your chin in my hand, I pull your face into the light so that your eyes meet mine. So that I can know if you speak the truth.*

trembling in the touch..the tenderness..looking up in teal/turquoise gaze..haunting depths to my very core..nodding..in a clear,gentle,rich voice..speaking from my Being...

Yes,Sir..i offer all i am..with depth and trust..to give.heart,mind and soul..Yours this eve,Sir..trusting Your will and caring ..

.then looking down and away..the intensity making my sway...sighing deeply..breasts in rise and fall...

Then arise and remove your garments for I shall chose what you will wear this night.
*And stepping back two steps, I remove from my hanging cloak a black, shiny corset made of the finest silks, supported internally by the hardest steel. It is made to fit tightly around your waist, accentuating your exposed hips and pushing up on your ample breasts so that they spill over and leave the nipples exposed.*

looking back..eyes touching You ..light as hot snow..rising in humble grace..leaving my shame like a shed irridescent skin..letting the taste of fear cloak me..electic....with small,delicate,trembing fingers..catching the wide,handsewn hem..my time and energy in this garment..chosen for power slipping it off..naked before You..creamy skin in soft shine in this semi darkness..nipples hard in my shyness..pale peach..taking the beautiful corset and with nimble swift fingers..lacing the silks..a new skin of Your making..clasped like a loving word..breasts in spill..offered to You..waiting with an open mind and heart..

*With a deft move of my hand I place my fingertips upon a spot on the wall where only a few days ago a stone of magic incarnate had struck. And there suddenly appeared an open doorway ... cast in darkness, yet filled with a glow. I nod to you.*
This is your last chance to decline.

watching You..filled with a rising power and sweet,sweet song of submission...knowing this is my place here tonight..to run from this..is to run from myself..and that..i shall not do..shaking my head..and in gentleness..my hand touches Yours..contact of two souls..and i whisper to er to You..clear enough for the very walls to hear..

...No,Sir..i will not decline.

*Allowing a slight smile to play briefly upon my lips, I say to you ...*
Good then, but there are further preparations before W/we enter.
*Taking out a long, strong chain I attach one end to the handcuffs using a clip ... *

watching You with the chain and handcuffs..kneeling again and offering my pale.gold haired wrists..trusting You..centering myself..

*...and the under end I run between your legs, up your backside, and then loop it around your waist ... finally fastening it together with a small, strong padlock whose key I keep on a chain around my neck.
And for the final preparation, I take from my pocket a black scarf and use it as your blindfold, wrapping it around your head, coveing your eyes, and tying it securely behind.*

you are ready. *I whisper in a low voice, and giving the front of the chain a sharp tug so the its cold steel presses between your ass cheeks, between your labiae, and along your clitoris, I pull you through the doorway with Me.*

watching the chain..the cold of the steel..looking up as You pass around me...being brave and curious...eyes bright..then feeling the black scarf over my eyes..watching as the world disappears...sighing..licking drying lips...nervous..

hearing the chain in totalness..and Your words..then gasping as You grasp the chain..Ooooooooooo..walking into the direction..trying to not get the chain to hurt me...moving forward with You..to Your mind..

*It is as if W/we have stepped into a world of incredible fragrances. First, there is the sweet smell of jasmine swirling around you, but it isn't long before you notice mixed in with it the aroma of oil and fine leather ... and finally the odor of human sweat. At first you don't notice the faint sounds around U/us but eventually it comes clear and obvious ... they are moans, cries, deep sighs, and the sobs of ecstasy.*

daydreaming..in tight silk..smiling wickedly..out of fear and the wonderful scents of jasmine..thinking of Puerto Rico and Florida and Italy..mmmmmmmmmm...and then leather and oil..the smell of leather making my mind race..so earthy and sensual...mmmm..hot fukthoughts..grinning..and blushing..loveee the scent of fine leather..so arrousing..so primal...mmm.yess...and then sweat..wrinkling my nose..filtering..sorting..overwelmed..my body hair in prickle..shuddering..unnerved..skin in hot crawl..eeee..and the sound...like in the next room of aoom of a nice porn movie..passion in tecnicolor ooze in my mind..blushing deeper..wanting to cover my exposed nippled..confusing and stirring..still seeking the comfort of Your heat..knowing You protect and lead me..

*W/we begin a steep descent down stone stairs. I keep one hand upon the chain that binds you and the other on your bent elbow ... guiding you down the treacherous way.
Upon the first landing before W/we circle and renew O/our descent, I stop to observe something. In your darkness you cannot see, but you can hear the rhythmic slap, slap, slapping of leather upon flesh ... and the whimpers and cries, circling your ears like a vortex.*
Ahhh, this is an interesting scene. Let me preface it for you ... there is this sub, female, who despite her Master's wonderful teaching skills could not learn to please Him with her mouth and tongue. After numerous attempts He has had to resort to this delicious punishment ... for which He had to enlist the aide of another Master, a close friend of His. Let me remove your blindfold briefly ...

*And there before you is a raven-haired woman whom you judge to be about 6 ft. tall ... her wrists bound in rough, leather cuffs which are themselves attached by rope to the wall, oh, so very tightly! She is bent over a wooden bench, but she doesn't sit or kneel for just underneath her sex are a series of sharp, steel spikes driven upward beneath the bench. And behind her on either side a pair of leather-clad Doms take turns whipping each cheek of her red, red ass with a pair of black-leather, studded paddles. She aches to collapse, but the threat ... oh, the threat ... prevents her. Instead she maintains her balance on wobbly legs as whack after whack is placed upon her ass ... moans and cries and whimpers continuously escape from her lips.
I place the blindfold back over your eyes ... and W/we resume our journey.*

..feeling Your body lean down..my small,bare toes finding the erge..stepping off the first one with a sickening rush..relieved in the pattern..guided as the blind..the chain making me fierce in hot thought..rubbing my tender swelling shaved sex..listening..and cringing into You...such sounds!..nipples like hard pink tourmalines..little jewels..aching in the moans..oh goddess...hearing myself lose the smallest whimper..trembling to You..listening to You explain..my heart racing..pity for such L/lovers..finding myself almsot smiling..feeling You losen the blindfold..blinking teal pools..

feeling a sweet horror..the redness..the cries..her heat and need and the awful borders she in peril..shall not cross..my stomach tightening...sinking..little fingers in cramping fists..nails into small crafter's palms...shaking my head..then reblinded..lead on...sinking inside...fear whispering in my pink shell ears...sighing..

*Leaning close to your ear as W/we make our way farther and farther down ...* you must remember, she failed her Master. I know that will not be the case with you .... *words trail off as W/we reach the next landing ... stopping ... to listen and observe. A woman'oman's voice, chastizing, is heard repeatedly along with the grunts and mumblings of another ... a male. The smell of burning candles permeates the air.*
Tsk, tsk ... another case in which a sub failed ... this time it is a male slave whose tongue was inadequate to please his Mistress. you must see this ...
*and the blindfold is removed again.*

*And standing before you is a red-haired beauty, barely 5'6", clad in a single piece leather suit, shiny vinyl, with the neck split open and large cleavage spilling forth ... white skin in contrast with the black vinyl. She has kneeling beside her a smallish, skinny male who is wrapped tightly in clear saran wrap ... otherwise naked. his head is tilted up and tongue extended ... held out by a tight gripping of his Mistress's thumb and forefinger ... while She hold three candles bound together above his red tongue ... and lets hot wax drip upon it while She repeatedly reprimands him for his lack of skill.*

hearing You whisper to me..Your breath on my ear a soft torment...listening and nodding..feeling like W/we are decending into D/s hell..almsot expecting the fires of Hell to lap wickedly at my slim,bare ankles....coming to rest beside You...my lips quivering as i hear more sounds..my nerves like fine piano wire under the turn key of Your mind..pinging tighter..my guts in a knot...the sounds disturbing..the smell..like a haunting dreams..candles..so nice..but not here...shivering and waiting to see more failures..oh..mercy..

watching and cringing..pain and woe..such a man and a Doome..her buity studied in a detached,cold way..knowing how easy it must be for some to kill..detachment...eyes wide..heart racing out of my pattern...wanting to bury my face in You..to turn away..but.....no...

Come, I whisper in your ear, W/we must go.
*And the blindfold in placed again over your eyes ... and W/we begin what is to be the final descent.*

*W/we arrive at the bottom of the long series of steps into a smallish room, having almost no scent at all ... the scent of sterility ... overpowering in its lack of odor. I reach behind you the undo the blindfold for the last time and let it fall carelessly to the floor. your eyes are unprepared for the starkness, the whiteness of the walls, the lack of color, the only accutrements to its decor being a single bench of stainless steel with its top covered in deep, brown leather. Beside it is a medium-sized object covered in a beige tarp. On the far wall is a rack holding three objects which you cannot make out yet.*

sighing deeply..licking lips like dry rose petals...my fair brow knit..shaking my head slowly till i feel the steps..trying to be in balance..down..forward..Your property..wondering why i am here.. to seek self..insight...hearing the lonely echo of Your footfalls..mine in complete silence..padding like a cat..trained to md to make no noise since childhood..only Your path that i am following...fear rising again..tinfoil biting taste..evil metallic..battery licking..thinking center little fae..center..do not give into fear..it will swallow me whole..

finding solid floor and sinking lower inside.....breathing by force..in out in out..focus girl..my scent rising..changing..scaring me ..then as i can se..deeply wishing not to..this starkness..stripping away more balance..wanting to cling to the stairwell wall like a little pale moth..lips in soft quiver..the very walls chilling me to the marrow..looking to You for solice..eyes wide..knowing i will not find pity..it has no place here..thinking of the jasmine again to warm my soul..

*I stand before you, a drastic contrast dressed in black. Steely looks and gazes are My norm, but tonight I show a small bit of white teeth while I smile.*
Are you ready, sweet sub?
*and taking the key from around my neck, I unlock the handcuffs, unclip the chain, and unlock the padlock holding the chain around your wasit.*

looking from walls to You to walls..then the floor..rooting ..drawing earth strength...turquoise lakes finding Your face...listening to Your kind voice..nodding..mouth dry and tongue stuck to the roof of my palate...squeeking out a faint ...

yes..

relieved in the chains going from my form..one less hunk of coldness..free for the now...

*As if in acknowledgement of your positive reply, I take your hands in mine, pulling your arms open and then back behind you, bringing your wrists together again. Around your wrists I now place a pair of leather cuffs, padded with soft, rich sheepskin ... pulling the straps that bind tightly so they will not fall off. Then I attach a matching collar around your neck, keeping it loose so it will not choke. Pulling your arms upward by the elbows, I link both cuffs and collar together with a short length of small, strong chain so that your arms must remain in mid-air to keep the chain from pulling on your collar.*

Now, slave, kneel before Me ... and then crawl upon your knees to the bench. When you get there you are to stradle it so that your sex is over a white, raised patch affixed to the bench. you are to seat yourself there and await Me.

so damn grateful for the human touch..like it had been a thousand years..wanting to never leave it..leaning in to catch Your scent..human scent...shutting my eyes..too much to think of..taking the dark again by choice as You cafefully cuff and collar me...giving in my freedom again...the fuzz so nice..animal warmth...my breathing shallowing out....feeling my arms bound high..and finding the zone of comfort..basking in it...my forearms in my thick spiraling curls..warming ..making me smile to myself..a home inside..the shelter of my self..

dropping to my knees in what grace i can find..and hunching forward..moving on my knees..trying not to fall over..my heart in a fury again..wondering what and why..getting to the bench and rising carefully..hopping my ass up on the edge and spinning around ..straddling over the little mark..curiousity prying like a fine blade into my mind...watching You with predatory reflex..still unnerved..unsure..the flame of trust in my heat remembered ..

*Taking from my shirt pocket a pair of nipple clamps ... sliding, tweezer-like in their construction ... I approach you from the front, stopping to bend my knees and lower Myself to reach your breasts with their exposed nipples. Running the clamp chain through a ring in the front of your collar, I let them dangle deliciously over your breast flesh, then taking your pink, hardened buds in my fingers and rolling them back in forth in my grip,and squeezing, pulling out, I attach the clamps around each one ... pulling the clamps tight ... holding the buds up and away from your chest, so short is the link of chain which joins the clamps.*

Now, the situation is thus: if you let your arms drop down to your back, the chain there will pull on your collar, giving you a little choke. If you move your head back to ease it, then the collar will yank harder upon your nipple clamps. So the object is easy, you must concentrate on keeping your arms in exactly the right position.
And as for the raised, white patch ... *leaning closer to your ear ... letting my breath pass over it like a warm tongue ...* it is a ribbed, vibrating pad ... for your clit.
*huge grin*

..watching You...the nipple clips...blushing..in a dimpled smile..very symetrical face..relaxing ..calm as a lake under burning stars..knowing i can do this..yes...

ooooooooohhhhhhhhh..feeling You roll and play with my so sensitive nipples..cringing and trying to be still..the sweet pleasure so out of place in my mind and in this room..giving in..moaning...soft high whimpers..to rise the very hair on the back of Your neck....biting my lower,lush lip......oh please...then the pain of the clamps..the short cold chain....shaking my head softly..tears in my eyes from the stress of myself...

looking back into Your face...my soul floating..emotions washing up on the shores inside...drinking in every feature of You..eyes burning bright..hot rolling fierce smolder..nodding just my head..holding so very still..listening..the patch..caring and not caring..so much to feel..waiting for Your path ..like the light in the forest..

*Rising, I extend a solitary finger to touch you ... your neck, gliding along its smoothness, your shoulders, pulled and strained in such a way to give them elegance, your back, muscles beginning to bulge ... onward my finger trails ... to your ass and around them ... now placing both hands upon your hips to guide your body to just the right position ... your clit over the vibrating pad ... your body pushed forward so your your sex is exposed ... knees bent in just the right way ... now kneeling down to attach your knees with leather straps to a bar which runs through the center support and out to your sides ... immobilizing your knees ... keeping you stationary, unable to move ... resting your weight, your sex, upon the bench.*

trying to pull away from the touch before i know it..catching myself and freezing..almost repulsed by the heat now..to tender..too kind...looking at Your feet...whimpering softly...adjusted by You...Yours to use...mold...pliant and docile...just so..trussed up..holding still..closing my eyes again...finding myself....brathing falling lower..winter mind..hybernation.....still as snow..

*I rise with ease, with contentment, and walk steadily to the rack that holds the three, unidentified objects. Pushing the rack in front of Me, I roll it over so that you can get a better view. There, in the holding rack, is first a long, black-leather crop, simple yet elegant in its design. Next is a plain, wooden paddle with ridges running up and down its lenght. But in the ridges are held tightly long stem roses ... complete with thorns. And finally there is a cat, long, rigid handle with knotted tails. I take the cat in my hand ... knowing what it can do with just a flick of my wrist ... and walk behind you.*

*Holding the cat's handle tightly in my hand, I bring my bent arm to full attention...muscles tensing, straining against an unseen force ... ready, ready ... my aim truly focused ... your delicate ass so well raised before Me ...

and then I stop. Knowing you do not find the pain to be your path ... yet ... I toss the cat over against the wall ...*

watching..eyes so wide ..fear burning a hole in my mind..acidic and a chill to my center...looking at the rack of Your tools...swallowing so hard..painfully dry...watching You...trembling..forcing myself to hold still...to numb out...the tension in joint and tissue and bone..a singing wire...holding my breath..watching You out of the corner of my eye...biting my lip...shutting my heavy lids again...in a well..only sky in my mind..

letting go..as if i was swimming under water..in the dark..as i did as a child..as far as i could go..burning,searing lungs..forgetting that i was doing this in air..sucking in air sharply..razorblade breath...mercy..and gasping..tears welling..rocking ever so slightly...wanting to explore from tension..

*I approach you from the front again ... bending my knees so that my face is level with yours, eyes meeting eyes, letting the warmth of my normally steely gaze bathe you in it. I bring my hands up and place my large hands on either side of your face, delicately holding it, my palms rubbing over your cheeks. Now my face comes closer, lips brushing against yours, letting my hands slide over your collar and in doing so giving little tugs upon your nipple clamps ... sendinsending small shockwaves through you.*

*While my lips pass over yours, tongue darting out to tease you, I slip my hand to my belt buckle and grasping a remote control, turn a dial that starts the clit pad vibrating ... sending electrical charges through your clit to your body.*
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, is that nice? I ask.

melting softlt..overwelmed in another wave of self and You...tears in slow,faint trail..eyes wide..pleading..the color of blue spruce...moaning to myself..giving in to the soft touch..so hard to take..expecting ..i don't know what...little sobs...Your sccent taking me away..cherishing this soul..the feel of Your lips on mine..painfully tender..heartbreaking...lost in Your hands...reeling as i feel the clamps torturing nerves..burning nipples..finding the first sensual step in this..pulling all of this to center..finally able to think of this..to my throbbing sex..aching,wanton tightness..clenching at nothing.....

...kissing back..full lips in tingle...wanton thoughts..electric....slut thoughts..to want such despite all of this..exposure..bondage..and to still ask for touch in a small way...jumping as the pad comes alive...little moan.....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...betraying needs..hungers....rocking softly...licking Your lips my lips...on fire..

*Pressing my lips fully to yours, opening my mouth to let my tongue meet yours in deep, passionate kiss ... holding if for only a few seconds, then releasing ... looking at you, smiling. I stand again and stroll to the beige tarp-covered apparatus ... unveiling a complex-looking piece of machinery, but it is merely a flywheel with gears attached to a arm which pushes upon a sliding bar ... and attached to this bar is a thick, rubbery, black dildo ... 7 inches in length. Smiling to myself, I position this dildo against your swollen, soaking pussy lips ... pushing the tip in ever so slightly. Then I move around to start the machine ... gears fighting the inertia ... squeeling ... now turning more and more ... the dildo presses against your pinkness ... just barely moving in ...*

whispering as i regain wits and obey...

_{yes,Sir..nice...............}

*I switch the gears and the dildo pushes in a bit farther this time ... now moving faster as the flywheel spins. I smile gleefully as I adjust the control on the vibrating clit-pad ... making the hum increase in intensity ... watching you jump at the impact.*

giving into the kiss..cloying sweet...smelling my own vanilla scent.......melting honey..almost not trusting Your passion..to be so nice....as You part..looking at the machine..staring at it...amazed...shaking my head..nonononono..........but no place to go...curling softly toftly to the vibrations...sinking ..submitting...trying not to fight it.....scared at my hunger..exposure.............shame rising again...looking to You...

*I change the gears again and this time the dildo enters you fully ... parting pink lips in its passings ... pushing in and out ... its speed increases with time, gears shifting and falling into place automatically ... faster and faster it penetrates into you. I return to my position in front of you ... holding your head ... light kisses passing over your brow ... tasting past fear, current passion.*

squirming and firgeting..trying to avoid pain in neck,nipples,back and arms..ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..worried..but with out choice..the feeling taking me away...purring without thinking...trying to relax tight clench..to not be hurt...to surrender..watching You..only You..eyes locked..intranced...breathing shallow..catching..edging....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..

*Turning the level up on the clit-pad to maximum and watching as the bench shakes in response ... I level my gaze with yours, catching awarness of Me in your half-closed eyes ... as the dildo furiously takes your bound body, as the vibrations are entwined with the heat of your swollen clit. I look at you with increased caring ...*

*Holding your tear-strewn face in my hands.*

thinking I,robot..from long ago...melting pools of creamy arrousal clinging to trembling thighs...lightning streaks..feeling Your lips on my brow...kissing Your chin...lost..listening to the machine..trying to please You..to let go.........trying to be still...losing control...burning core...to the hilt without thought without flesh...scary but so high on feelings...

*...tongue darting out to taste the drying sweat ...*

*...listening to the hum of the machines urging you to let go...for you body is Mine...*

leaning forward to You..humanity..needing such..tears of raw nerves still falling..like i have been gone for so long from You......rocking into this..without thought..mindless..animal drive...primative functions taking over...seeing the wall of the end before me..biting very hard on my lip..shame kissing my lips in deep hue..not wanting to look at You any more..Your heat a magnet..my center to focus on..like the hottest summer sun.....jagged breath...whimpering for mercy..for permission..............

please.......................please..let me fall...............

*...give in, give in, give in ... say the machines, the sounds of wheels turning, vibrations emitting out all around...*

Not yet ... not just yet ...
*Rising to stand at your side, my head lowered to your ear, teeth nibbling on earlobe, tongue darting in and out ... I lubricate a single finger and pushing it down between your ass cheeks, find the little rosebud that is you ass ... and gently pushing, pushing, pushing ... finding it yielding a bit ... lubricated digit moves in ... to the first knuckle ... then onward ... to the second knuckle ... and finally a big push ... all the way in.
I whisper...* ... Yes, fallllllllllll....

sobbing softly..high as a kite...on the sea cliff..not daring to jump..closing my eyes..trusting You below and falling....like a new soul..dying and awakening..shuddering...pain screaming in me as i lose my stillness..arms in white burn from the placement...unable to hold the place..crying out..then snapping my head back to stop the torture and my nipples in vermillion pain.......maind in color stroke...pupils dialated....animal bright....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo

*Reaching quickly down and around to release the nipple clamps fully ... letting blood flow, rush in ...*

in cries..started..feeling You slip a finger in as i cumm.hoping i di not fail You.........trembling so hard.........like a naked soul in deep snow.........shaking...rocking in the white light..bright waves..........tumblefalling........curling up...folded paper mind..crinkling .......whimpers little bird noises..liquid mercury moans rolling..pouring from my strangled throat from the dryness...........surfing....falling still..Your animal..Your flesh..nothing more..........

*Silently undoing your bonds ... knees, wrists, neck ... released. Catching your collapsed body in my arms, stroking your hair, the side of your face ... as colors swirl, turning dark, then light, and the room, the stairs, dissolve away ... and only the Nest with its audience remains. And I hold you so tenderly in my arms, small riverlets of tears rush down to splash your face ... a wet sponge in my hand dips into cool, basin water ... finding your body ... splashing it with its coolness ... healing ... *

*Pulling you close to Me ... wrapping you in the soothing warmth of my body .... bringing ease and comfort ... as darkness engulfs U/us both ... the essence of the earth ... quiet darkness ... in contrast with the white energy of light and life ... but now it is time for the darkness ... covering ... in rest ... in quiet.*

feeling only You in front of me..curling in a limp ,tremling mass...nerves shorting out quietly..stillness in my mind..catatonic melting ..aching burning shoulders..stretching slow..like a new,wet butterfly finding a body for the first time...listening to Your heart..the only sound in my verdent mind..fireflies in swarm over electric grasses..still so very high...mind and body chemicals..feeling the tendernes..trusting You with my live..my path home....close and safe...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..thank You..thank You..little angel song...like a wind caress to Your ears..

*Smiling at the sound of your voice ... as form and shape fade into liquid. Breathing easy and deep ... eyes closed ... fading, fading ...*

~*gone*~

swallowed alive..earth dark..Beltaine glory..my rapture so intense...hugging You back..sweet shadows in dance..luminescent beings ..spirit to spirit ..having physical experiences..forgetting or mortal selves..touching heaven for a little bit..mmmmmmmm...touching Your face..feeling life.......my heart slowing..cherished so close..........thank You..

as i can in..alone..and so i leave..bowing to A/all..in the dark..thanking these S/souls as well for taking a part of my soul...this is all we have...