Deep within this slave, There lies a secret place, Treasured and protected, Once lost without a trace.
Hidden well within this girl, Cold and lonely and scared, Once beat a trembling heart, Aching for a secret to be shared.
She jumped at every shadow, Wanting, needing to break free, From the trappings of a life, Unable to breathe, unable to be.
One day a light began to shine, Curling around this slaves heart, Illuminating long hidden desires, Pounding fear once more to start.
Afraid to trust, afraid to love, shaking and scared to death, A fire began to burn, A need growing with every breath.
A word, a touch so gentle, A firm and guiding hand, Molding an eager slave, hajira heart, beginning to understand.
Each day the light grew brighter, The slave becoming kajira true, A glow surrounding her heart, Reveling in feelings brand new.
Today, la kajira shines, And Your love was just the start... Each heartbeat is for You, My Master, My Love...my Heart...
