: The girl, naked and alone, steps into the cool the night. The pulsing beat of her fevered heart echoes a primal beat in her head... a beat so familiar, so distinct as she looks to the black night sky� the moon casts it alabaster glow over her soft pale flesh� she falls to her knees in the sand� her chest heaves with each deep breath as she looks to the star that has taunted her� called to her soul, yet so elusive it is, never within her reach� slowly bending forward at the waist, delicate fingers dance over the grains of sand as her arms stretch out before her� her forehead kissing gently upon the earth, tears like crystal drops fall to the sand, hidden behind a veil of long midnight tresses� she tries desperately to hide from that one elusive star, her eyes slowly close, ignoring that star� the steady rhythm of her heart rises with in her and she begins to sway�
: Her long hair sweeps over the shimmering sand� she rises to kneel in the darkness, her small hands cup the damp sand� her thighs part, her back straight� holds her head up strong and proud as she raises her hands high above her head offering the star this small bit of sand sparkling and moistened with the essence of her very soul� her head turns quickly as she hears footsteps approach� her naked body trembles� she grasps the offering, her sole possession � drawing it close to her heart, she stands� she looks to the star� her eyes pleading for answers, knowing they have not been given in the past, she endures� suddenly she gasps, as if life�s first breath has just filled her lungs�
: In the distance a flash of light catches her eye� she freezes, praying not to have been seen� a man� a warrior she sees� his sword reflecting the light of her star� confused she looks once more to the star� steadily but somewhat unsure of why, she begins to run into the forest, away from that warrior� her steps as soft as a whisper as she passes him� slowly, peeking out from behind a tree� believing that she has not been seen she moves with the gentle agility of a feline, from tree to tree watching this handsome warrior� his footsteps steady and sure as he walks through the night� moving closer she chances his sight� slipping back behind him she begins to follow� close enough not to loose sight of him, but far enough not to be caught�
: Moving from her view, he steps further into the darkness� her heart begins to beat faster as she searches for the warrior in the shadows� her steps can be heard as she passes from the cloak of each tree, her swiftness, that of a doe as she wanders about the forest, searching, yet hiding from this warrior� her shallow breath the only breeze in the calm night air as she leans against an old tree� her soft skin in contrast with the rough bark� she presses against the tree, looking down she opens her hands� the grains slipping through her fingers like the sands of time� quickly she closes her small fists, praying not to loose one moment more� her body aching slightly she falls to her knees at the base of the tree, safely hidden or so she believes� in an instant the warrior appears before her, in one swift motion he places cold steel around her neck�.
: As she looks up to him, tears fill her eyes� her body trembles in fear as she gazes curiously upon him� sternly he looks at her, grasping his steel, her naked flesh quivering before him, he pulls her to her feet�the sound of a chain fastening to the steel is the last thing she hears before the sound of his foot fall walking away� he walks with self-confidence along this path� she follows behind, never close enough to be touched� confusion fills her mind as newly felt joy fills her step� not sure where she is going she prances behind with some trepidation� out of her sight he drops a white ribbon� as she approaches she looks curiously at the gift� lifting it to her face she takes in his scent� a gentle smile plays upon the fullness of her lips as she twirls on her toes the ribbon circling her naked flesh� the look of mischief sparkles in her bright blue eyes� as she spins with the ribbon held tight in her grasp� small bits of the sand cling to its softness as she holds back soft laughter, the new happiness, is strange to her� she feels a slight tug on the chain the jingle resounds in the silence as she pauses in tenuous resistance.
: Through the dark his steps move with sureness leading her forward, the chain dangles loosely between them as she pads softly behind him� her body shivering in the dark, alone in her thoughts but not really alone she comes close to him, her body barely touching his before she steps back on her toes again out of his reach� with slight force he tugs at the chain� her timid eyes look to the patient warrior as the distance between them lessens� slowing her pace, the song in her head soothing as she falls to the ground� hiding beneath the low brush, her fingers tingle as the sand slips away� the pure white ribbon escapes her delicate grip, as she clings to the small grains�
: Her gaze clouds, her heart aches as she looks to the small grains remaining, then guarding closely against her breast� he reaches into his pack, never missing a step, he places a sheer yellow veil under a bush as he watches her crawl behind him, remaining concealed in the low brush she slithers with ease never appearing in the moons ashen light, hoping the warrior has let go she slows again� feeling no resistance as she stops, she breathes a sigh of relief, she is alone� confused sorrow fills her soul�rocking back upon her heels, she stands, running her sand filled fists over her chilled porcelain flesh� alone in the dark she begins to spin on her toes, the cold chain pulling firm across her breasts, over her belly tight to her thighs as she turns� her arms out at her sides her hands in tight fists� she stops, bound in the chain� an whimper of delight sounds in her throat as she realizes the warrior holds tight to the chain� slowly she turns, the chain falls to the ground, pink welts rise up on her silken skin� her toes graze a hint of softness, she looks to the ground�she bends at the waist to lift the veil of yellow�
: Soft moonlight peeks through the trees as she straightens her stance� holding the veil, she opens her small hand� the remaining grains fall into her left hand, the veil held tightly in her right� the warrior escapes her view� she holds the veil to her heart, over her heaving breasts, caressing it to her cheek, before tying it around her waist, full hips sashay, pendulous breasts bounce as she struts through the dark, in perfect rhythm with his steps�wrapping the chain around her arm as she approaches with caution
: Stepping daringly close she stops before him� capturing his gaze, his eyes traverse her curves� her shoulders roll from side to side� wantonly she grazes against him wrapping around him her hot flesh brushes his strong form� purrs slightly as she nuzzles against him�. His hand moves� quickly on her toes she backs away� out of his reach� his strong hand tugs firmly on the chain�pulling the girl just with in his reach�
: Looking her over, with a quick motion he pulls the veil from her hips� spinning on her toes out of his reach, she looks with a teasing smile before slowly sauntering up to him once more� with an intense expression shaping his handsome features he shrouds her in red silk� pulling her hair bringing her face up to inspect� he looks her over once more� with a forceful thrust he pushes her forward� the lush silk drapes her curves� small bare feet hurry along in the darkness� sheer silk ablaze billowing in her wake as she prances lightly on her toes, silently through the night�her heart begins to race as she nears a clearing�. she holds her breath as she hears him approach� a quick jolt of the chain she is spun to face him again� a look of resistance on her face as his strong hand grasps his steel once more� a flick of his wrist� the chain falls to the ground� the girl falls to her knees beside him� with an unwavering stride he steps into the clearing�
: Under the starlit sky he sits in the fashion of the men of his caste� a mock sense of freedom fills her as she crawls out into the clearing� like a cat on the prowl she crawls around this strange man who sits stoically before a small fire� daring to be near him she rises to her full height� each step, each turn on her small feet inching her daringly close to him� her body glistens in the warm glow of the flames� her hands still clenched, holding the remaining bits of her offering... under the stars she spins on her toes� her arms out at her sides� slithering like snakes above her head� her breath quickens� her body fevered with her movements� spinning in a frenzy� she falls to the ground, alone in the dark� she looks to the star� it twinkles above that warrior� her heart stops� in the dark she sobs� her star no longer elusive, brought her to the answers she has longed for�
: The warrior stands� quickly she turns� her small empty hand clutches the steel on her neck� she opens her left hand� tear filled eyes look at the remaining sand� three small stones, is all that remain from the sand that slipped through such protective yet delicate fingers�holding the stones� the past, the present, the future all in her hand to cling to or give up at her whim� lowers her head as she steps lightly to the standing warrior�stopping before his furs she looks at him� with a slow and intense motion she slips from the red silk� the softness puddles at her feet� lowers her eyes as she steps up to him� her naked body before him� she brings the stones to her lips� kisses each one and releases them one at a time at his feet� standing before him a look of defiance on her tear stained face masks the fear and intensity of her emotion as she tips her head to the left, crossing her wrists behind her back, her back slightly arched, full breasts thrust forward, small feet apart as she remains still before him�
: her body trembles as she waits� slowly he raises his hand� placing it firmly on her shoulder� tears stream down her cheeks at his touch� her body trembles in anticipation if his pushing her away� his hand remains� intense green eyes roam what is his� she swallows back emotion� closes her eyes� her breath catches in her throat as his strong hand gently guides her back to her knees at his feet where she belongs� her body shudders as his hand leaves her shoulder with a tender caress� kneeling before him, her collar catches the light of his fire, her head held high�silken thighs parted, she pulls an errant strand from her face before bending low at the waist� quivering crimson lips adorn his boots with loving kisses�sighs softly as she rests her cheek on his foot� her voice barely audible�drifting up to him she whispers� �I love you my Master, la kajira� |
