my Master, my Angel

My Master, My Angel

My Master smiles at me as I enter the room bowing his head as my signal to come to him;
My Angel smiles with love in his eyes as I enter and nods his head slightly as I walk toward him.

My Master reaches out to bring me close to him;
My Angel lovingly reaches out to take my hand and pull me to him.

My Master touches my face as he tells me of his plans;
My Angel lovingly touches me as he speaks his words of passion.

My Master knows his slave's body well using it for his own design;
My Angel knows the passionate heart of his love,
and plays it like an instrument so delicate and finely crafted.

My Master, using strong hard hands, leads me to please him;
My Angel, using the touch of love guides me,
allowing me to find passion beyond words to love him.

My Master being pleased with me pats me tell me of a job well done;
My Angel touches me and with words to bind my soul to his he tells me of his pleasure.

You see, my Master is my Angel of love
and I cannot see one without the other reflected in his eyes.