O, sing sweet winds of the Sadar,
songs of glorious Gor,
of long ago days,
and honorable ways,
sad tales of bittersweet Yor.

O, whisper stormy Thassa,
sweet promises of Our faraway youth,
of strength and tears,
of hopes and fears,
Respect, Honor, and Truth.

O,sing, cold climes of the Voltai,
truths so cold and bitter,
of Gor gone by,
with troubled sigh,
a Community shattered and splintered.

O,sing grassy Turian Plains,
soft words of beauty and grace,
of obedience and structure,
of slavery's rapture,
girls with joy in thier place.

O,sing gentle kajira heart,~
of dancing through tears,
of Men with no peers,
of hearts, true chains run through.

O, cry out Souls of Gor,
glories lost to Our past,
of self honor broken,
and words unspoken,
when will We find Home at last?

~larllynne

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What makes a kajira happy

The footsteps,
The heat,
The glint of pleasure in his eyes,
These are the things...

The laughter,
The smile,
The idle stroking of hair,
These are the things...

Open arms,
Kissing lips,
Tucked into the warmth of lap,
These are the things that make me smile.

His voice,
My name,
Knowing he calls for me,
These are the things...

The leap,
The catch,
The raining touch of lips in affection,
These are the things...

The nuzzle,
The cuddle,
Knowing that it is such a perfect fit,
These are the things I live for.

Written by TS Sala TS

with permission from Trace Storm