Master's Touch
(Serial Haiku)

Fingers stroke my skin,
awakening a craving
for more of His touch.

Eyes caress my soul,
reaching inside to release
desire hidden there.

Whispers soothe my mind,
weaving through the hopes and fears
like a silk ribbon.

Teeth sink into flesh,
leaving marks of ownership,
body on fire with need.

Master's touch, roughly
claiming what has been His since
the dawning of time.