Kajiradreams

Assassin, service, passion, tears, pain, happiness, peace, torment, collar, worship, love kajira, Owner, slavery

I WISH

I wish I could describe to you fully the pain I feel from being apart from you.
but words don’t do justice to the sensation of slowly being ripped apart, fibre by tiny fibre.

I wish I could hide from you the tears I weep at odd moments during the night
but you watch over me each night; you see them even if you cannot wipe them away.

I wish I could open my soul to show you the happiness you gift to me when I hear your voice
but God will not allow a soul to be seen by eyes.

I wish I could prove to you the peace you gave me each time I felt your arms encircle me
but I could only show you my eyes.

I wish I could wear your collar in public, to attest to the pride I feel at being owned
but I have to draw comfort from it being in two parts.

I wish I could be what you want me to be, to give perfect service to you in all that I do
but I am human and fragile and weak.

I wish I could find the passion within me right now, to take us through these coming months
but it is hiding and I am searching in vain.

I wish I could worship your body, your cock, touching it, tasting you
but there are too many miles between us.

I wish I could not feel this torment of uncertainty, of drowning in stagnant water
but I must rely and trust as my trust slow crumbles in the silence.

I wish I could have my Assassin back,  I miss him and pleasant dreams
but only nightmare come, or empty nights of blackness.

I wish I could remember my slavery, my place at your feet and in your heart
but I need my Master to remind me of that, to guide me and teach me my place.

I wish I could be held in your mastery again, your strength driving our journey through life
maybe an Owner and his love kajira would feel on more secure then.