To The Master Poem by Sensuelle Briden

Oh, Master! You massage my mind
Clockwise. And tenderly. And wisely.
I knew this session will be spicy –
I like it hot so I don’t mind.

It’ll never be a waste of time
As there’s no time that would be “mine”.
I lost my true self back at nine
But now I’m back. I’m not the mime.

Oh, Master, kiss my hemispheres
So they will shake out all my fears.
Give me a jolt! I’ll burst in tears
In this relaxing atmosphere.

Take me in a vortex of your world.
We’ll speak there with no single word.
The road is clear and I know that
There is no danger there ahead.

So rinse my brain in waves of love.
I am that high; you are above.
After your cure there won’t be stitch –
You work as smartly as a leech.

Your hair is curly and jet black.
You always keep me on a track.
You are my friend; the right hand man.
You’re heaven sent – just as I am.