Catching the last
Of the trains bound for nowhere,
'Least nowhere is where
I am most likely found,

The sing-song of the bell
Signals doors' final beckoning,
My mind hardly reckoning
Orange carpeted ground.

Softest-shoe dancing
Catches my slight concern.
I look up to confirm
From whence it then hails.

And there you stand, leaning
'Gainst the silvered gilt; gleaming
That e're provides bolster
By its resolute rails.

With smiles of knowing
You not but forever,
I watch through my lashes,
In flashes of want.

Your own eyes envelope
My need to be ravished,

Master girl slowly enters the room with her hip swaying and her black and gold silks hang on every curve. Her green eyes never leaving him ,her dark lashes flutter and she kneel with her legs spread wide and her plump breasts held out with her Back arched.

He looks at his slave ,his property remembers the day she became his ,,scared and frighten by the events of the week. He wonders who is this girl now before him. She now bold and proud of her body and uses it to make him crazed with desire.

May this girl speak Master … she begs.