Mistress Dreams

Her voice came to me in the night, as the stars peered through my window with jealousy…
They tried to outshine the beauty talking to my ears as the wind itself blew into my face, forcing me to pay attention…
There was only the voice of an angel…
Blissful, dangerous, content…
I could hear the silent, forceful passion those lips made. See them moving, almost in rhythm with my thoughts…
I’m at her feet, afraid to look up. Wanting to know more in that voice…
Wanting to hear the words I have desired, so many times…
My quiet, begging resentment. Trying to make her see the beauty as she rules the silent secret of the mistress within.
I see her in my mind as clear as day. As clear as a star-filled night, with the moon so high…
I see her again, my breath held, standing in the moonlight.
Torture… Devastation…
I look down, biting flesh and spit blood…
My eyes aching from nighted movement coming toward me…
Her voice gives me these things…
I ache to hear it again…

T.L. Stafford