Master Sade
is a fifty-seven year-old lifestyle Dominant with two slaves. He's a former
sea captain and has worked in over fifty countries. When he was younger,
he was an amateur boxer, an anti-war activist and a civil rights worker.
As a captain he's had one vessel sink during a storm, dealt with a mutiny,
and
watched
a thousand sunrises at sea. He believes in service to humanity, and has
spent time doing disaster relief in the Sudan. Master Sade has written
poetry since he was a teenager and has published some of his work at the
NOBLE
(New Orleans Bondage & Leather Enthusiasts) Web site. He lives in New
Orleans.
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Master Sade.
We
are the darkness
we
are the darkness, the darkness consumes us
the
darkness consumes us, we are the shadowy corner
where
candlelight cannot reach
we
are dimly remembered fears, dark memory absorbs us
dark
memory absorbs us, just beyond the light
dusty
terrors dance on the air
we
are what hides under your childhood bed
we
are a mother's warning and a father's admonition
we
are dark night and cloud scudding moon
we
are the darkness, the darkness consumes us
the
darkness consumes us, we are the shadowy corner
where
candlelight cannot reach
it
is a dark and ancient
magic,
strong
causing
the darkest night
to
burn with the
fire
of the sun
we
are the darkness and
the
darkness becomes us
we
are the shadowy corners
of
a child's bedroom
at
midnight, we are under
the
bed, we are in
the
closet, we are
the
darkness
the
darkest night
burns
bright with
the
ink black magic
strong
and fiery
we
are flame leapt
and
old, we were
in
your heart when
god
was still a
headless
woman
it
is a strong magic
ancient,
and we dance
in
the darkest night
with
the moon's fire
like
the sun's
dark
and ancient
magic,
strong
causing
the darkest night
to
burn with the
fire
of the sun
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
the
shadowy corners
of
a child's bedroom
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
at
midnight, under
the
bed, in
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
the
closet, hidden in
the
darkness
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
the
darkest night
burns
bright with
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
the
black ink magic
strong
and fiery
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
flame
leapt
and
old,
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
in
your heart when
god
was still a
headless
woman
we are the darkness and
the darkness becomes us
strong
magic
ancient,
dancing
in
the darkest night
with
the moon's fire
like
the sun's
we
are the darkness, the darkness consumes us
the
darkness consumes us, we are the shadowy corner
where
candlelight cannot reach
we
are dimly remembered fears, dark memory absorbs us
dark
memory absorbs us, just beyond the light
dusty
terrors dance on the air
we
are what hides under your childhood bed
we
are a mother's warning and a father's admonition
we
are dark night and cloud scudding moon
we
are the darkness, the darkness consumes us
the
darkness consumes us, we are the shadowy corner
where
candlelight cannot reach
Copyright ©
2001 - 2003 Master Sade. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
Dancing
elegant
perversion
music
made on human flesh
this
darkness
soft
score and human spirit carved in human flesh
the
fleshes soft clay
the
spirits iron cutting deeply
the
harsh whisper of difficult words
the
moan made audible on small drops of blood
the
scored soft flesh
the
arched back flinging sweat
the
open soft lips
the
scream in the air
and
I dance in a dark room my hands thrust through the
ceiling
elegant
perversion
music
made on human flesh
this
darkness
Copyright ©
1998 - 2003 Master Sade. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
My
first flogger
(how
I spent my summer in 1996)
it
came in a brown envelope
torn,
smelling of crumpled
leather,
travelling from the
north
woods, fitting my hand
perfectly,
swung idly
brushing
the wall, slapping
the
couch, watching heavy
breasts
jiggle, caressing leather
weeks
later, reddening
stinging
flesh to bruising
in
the mirror eyes wide
dawning
experience on
amazed
face, slapping leather
bruising,
nipples puckering,
hips
circling, mouth wet and opening
on
tongue dry from the rush of air
Copyright ©
2001 - 2003 Master Sade. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
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