The White Rose

Angel Fire

As the cool night air travels and weaves it's way through my flesh, into my bones, I shiver.
The memory of my touch on your body sharpens my senses, igniting once again my spent lust.
For what you have offered is my wildest fantasy come true.
I close my eyes.
The purity of your submission has burned into my mind.

Could you be the man of whom I've dreamed, about whom my fantasies revolve?
Are you, mere mortal and weak, made of flesh and blood, capable of filling the void?
Is it possible you are the submissive counter to my Dominance?
Is one man enough?
Are you pure or are you just another man?

Just knowing you are under my guidance multiplies the intense desire to control you forever.
To take you beyond your mortal thresholds of pain and pleasure, agony and joy.
You are a virgin in so many ways, my pet, with much to learn.
So much to enjoy. You, pet, are the white rose of purity and the dove of inner peace for me.

Can it be you are afraid of me and the places I shall take you?
Could it be that you fear the true man within yourself and know I know him well?
Does the knowing bring a shiver of freight to you, pet?
Are you afraid?
Can you put your trust in me?

If you truly are my personal rose of purity and dove of inner peace I shall feel your heart and soul.
I shall look into your eyes and see your submission.
Your Mistress shall be with you in all ways and forever.
You are not alone.
Put your trust in me, little man, and soar to the heavens.

~ MzAnna