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silently she awakes…the hunger draws her…

her slumber is one cause by grief

desire to serve swells from inside her,

her heart pounds with the need to please

and there is only one way

to relieve these deep feelings inside

~her slender body moves through the shadows of a Garden,

 a bundle in her hand she moves with no sound…

as she nears the Inn sounds of happiness and joy fill her ears…

beneath the wide branches of a tree she buries her memories

 determined to start again~

~moving along the edges her naked body chilled by the evening air 

she peeks through the shadows of the Inn…

welcomed by fellow kajirae and kajiri, 

the slender slave girl feels the warmth of belonging spread throughout her body~

~her steps measured as she moves toward the Master who has beckoned her… 

crimson tresses caress her skin as her hips sway…

her silver eyes trained on the floor before her…

her skin trembling with need and desire as she nears Him…~

~her body lowers immediately, remembering the position branded into her mind

 as sure as the three Moons of Gor were once branded into her thigh…

her bottom gently perching upon her slender heals as her back arches gracefully,

 red tresses tumble to the floor around her body as her head is held high, 

piercing silver eyes mist with desire as she focuses before her…

soot colored lashes concealing the intense emotion~

~her hands gently brush her thighs as she lays them

 palms up in total submission

her voice barely a whisper as she begs Him~

"..a form of life in which, in many ways, you are strictly and uncompromisingly controlled, but one in which, in other ways, your deepest desires and needs need no longer be restrained, but may be, fully liberated, a form of life in which you, though categorically subjected to the perfections of absolute discipline, that of the total slave, are, paradoxically free to be yourself."
Book 20, Players of Gor, page 19