Submissive Desires
The Four Gifts
Written By
Kissiah Aiken
She kneels before her lover's feet and looks into his eyes searching for the
truth she needs as she vows him her life. Four packages lay on the floor all
dully wrapped. She reaches low to place the first in the lap of the one she
adores. Opened as quickly as he had won it, he views her heart inside.
"It is
yours my love, and has been since the day you helped me to your side. "
The second gift is smaller. The paper is silver gilt. "Tis just my mind, she
whispers, to do with as you will."
The third one, small and compact white paper, small white bow. She watches as he opens and whispers...
"and now you own my soul".
She bends to pick the last gift up and trembles as she holds it. Small
tears of love run down her face. This gift has been the hardest. He smiles at
her and reaches out to her as he watches the gift dissolve.
"Master, love," she whispers,
"This gift is more than just my love. It can't be held. It can't be wrapped.
The
gift is my surrender."
kiss has kindly given permission to keep
her beautiful poem here. Thank you kiss.
Email kiss
ShyLarl@aol.com
