to the inspired:


Pinned to My bed, you writhe and whimper. Golden light illuminates lithe curves as I restrain you: My electric touch nearly too much to bear. Between strands of silken hair, an expression. A knowing smile sparkles, and in obsidian eyes: your reflection. You have always belonged to Me.


There is an alchemy to all of it. Your deviance enlivens Me, and in turn I set you ablaze. Body speaks clearly, even as voice stills. From silence, I divine just when to torment; when to tease. You'll learn quickly how to please Me.


I am the artist and the muse; Pygmalion and Galatea alike. Take My right hand and I am stern, measured, cool: an elegant Goddess in repose. Take My left and I am wild: fiery and ethereal, I devour you whole.


Lay your weary flesh at My foot. Submission can be easy; a sweet relief. Bare your secret self, and revel with Me here. There is nowhere else to be.



"...let it be ever thus; that men speak not of thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!"