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Written By: Diana L. Brewer

And then he kissed me,
My cold crimson Master,
Whispering words into my brain,
While caressing my carelessly exposed soul.

Then I reached out to touch him,
Stroking his fragile ego,
Warming the frozen fingers,
With the warmth from fiery eyes.

He took me by my bindings, 
led me into his darkness,
covered me with the icy cold,
His body was prone to possess.

Soon to I was frozen,
an ice cube set upon land
Until My Master of flames,
Took me by my hand.

(c) 2004