"Because it all led me here to you.. and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment...”

Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

Outside lives a girl full of life,
yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

What you see on the outside is my personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine.

“You can love someone, hell, you can love a lot of someones,

but when you find the right someone

the one that you're meant to be with 

it's like you can breathe for the first time

Yes! I cant help but smile...

I needed to find you to understand

And I have"

If we will be quiet and ready enough,we shall find compensation in every disappointment.

Thoreau

SILENCE

S ad at life’s past history

I ndecision makes you feel confused

L earning to be submissive hiding pain

E mptyness inside haunting my dreams

N ot knowing if life is real or a dream

C onfusion makes you want to hide your misery

E nding your pain by taking anything that stops the pain

... and once again disappointed!

Am I? Was I? Have I changed? 
What happened to that girl who wanted only what other's wanted; 
to serve and please.

I still feel submissive, but something has changed in me; after
many years of doing as other's say i find my voice, and it says 'no'
Does this mean i am no longer submissive? I do not think so. 
I think i finally have something to say.

Submissive to someone you care about is a gift that only come's within
oneself, it can not be forced; unless you want no love, it can not be 
shamed unless you want no respect; it can not be belittled unless 
you want rebellion; submissiveness is a jewel to cherish and show
how pleased you are by giving back love, comfort and security.

Why have i missed this? what did i do? Why do i continue to fall in the 
same trap?  Submissiveness is a wonder; a wonder to behold

Again
numb, i sit here
the fan drones, my ears ring and my stomach revolts
it is forever now the darkness embraces
not again, not again
i was past this and i’ve found it again
my frailty, my longing and my guilt
they are all here with me - again

"When you stop chasing the wrong things you give the right things a chance to catch you"

Why?

Does it give you pleasure to hurt another

The pain is real and it's not caused by the sting of your hand

The pain is that of heart that was played the fool

The game is just that a game and I knew it was all to good to be true

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.”

just a rant...

why is it when men feel rejected they jump on the insult wagon?

before even know what the situation was... why not find out?

words are the one thing you can NEVER take back or change!

once out in the universe they sit forever....

Insomnia

The words that come from your lips,
They had me smiling, so glad.
I had you so close, I could touch you with my fingertips,
But now, I'm left feeling sad.
You won't return my calls,
You won't return my texts,
Everything is caving in, even the walls...
And I'm left wondering what comes next.
I decided that I'll resist the urge...
Resist the urge to talk to you,
But at night, when my thoughts converge...
That's when I think everything through.
I can't fall asleep knowing things aren't right between us.
I toss and turn, foolish to think I'll get any sleep tonight.
I twist and move, causing a fuss,
Because I'm tired of this, I don't want to fight.
My phone lights up, but it's not your name...
I ignore it; you're the only one I need to talk to.
To all those boys that want my attention, you're the one to blame;
Because talking to anyone else but you is something I don't want to do.
Tonight, I lay awake with stanzas and lines in my mind,
Because tragedy and hurt always turns into something lyrical.
And maybe tonight, as I think, I'll find;
Maybe me thinking you loved me, was just empirical.

Let me give you the statistics And break down the logistics.  My holistic approach is really simplistic. Let's be realistic about being submissive. Not to be at all pessimistic,

But I like a man who's a little sadistic and yes, maybe even a little chauvinistic. Yeah, I know it sounds archaic But, before you go ballistic, Let me explain my hedonistic mentality. Although you may not understand my point of view at least try to hear it before your critical review... I'm always optimistic, somewhat idealistic, extremely altruistic, and very rarely narcissistic. I like a man who is in control, sort of imperialistic.

One who I can count on to handle his business. The kind of man who has the characteristics of strength, leadership, honor and even compassion. One who would protect my interests like a hired assassin. this man would have the ability to illicit

The kind of passion that makes lyrics explicit... And my devotion to him would be implicit. Please do not mistake my willingness to serve with an inability to get on his last nerve. For, although I willingly am a minion to his dominion I definitely have my own effectual opinions. It takes a strong woman to do it on her own and get ahead

But an even stronger one to allow herself to be led. We all try to be individualistic,

Sometimes perpetrating the uncharacteristic maybe that unfeeling ice princess, or that bitch materialistic, that independent woman who “don’t need no man” but what I’m trying to over stand is... why does it seem such an antagonistic notion For a woman to submit willingly to One truly worthy of her devotion? He’d have a plan for OUR future and I’d be the one who serves it.  I’m not saying I’d submit to just any man... Only the One who deserves it.

Searching

For the one who instinctively knows

How to help me grow.

The one who will show me

How to release my inner freak.

Shhh... Don't speak.

Just listen.

Feel my pussy twitchin'

Beneath his touch and I'm wishin' for more

and more...

and more...

and more.

And He knows it.

Shows it.

Blows my mind every time.

I am His, He is mine,

Instinctively

Succinctly

Carefully

Commandingly

He makes me His.

Handles His business and mine.

I willingly unwind in his arms, so strong.

It won't be long before I kneel

And feel that uncontrollable desire,

Just under the wire where I am safe

In this place.

His hands cup my face.

His kiss

Pure bliss... His touch

Almost too much, but never enough

Soft and rough... strong, but gentle

This mental screw

All because he knew how to

Twist my body and fuck my mind

While I am blind and lovingly bound

By silk scarves wrapped around my wrists

Never fists, only love taps

Ass smacks.

Orgasm wracked and finally spent

Open my eyes and poof, there it went

A vision lent by fantasy

Of Him and me, but just a dream.

I'm cream waiting to be churned to sweet butter

By a lover who knows

Shows

Blows my mind every time....

Searching

 Lost in Passion spawned by pain
Again responding to the same refrain 
Drifting up and far away 
I find a wonderful place to stay

I see myself there, yet I am gone 
Barely aware as time moves on 
The pain seems more than I can bare 
Now I am floating -- I know not where

You whisper, “ Two words will bring you back” 
But the ability to think or speak I lack 
Through the haze in my mind the words evolve 
Now the puzzle to speak them I must solve

From somewhere in the recesses of my mind 
The words to bring me home I find 
Yes Daddy. Yes Daddy.. My words are here 
I must repeat them until you are near.

In a hole I can’t get out

Trying to figure what life’s about
It is so dark inside this land
I have bound and tied my very own hands
I try but cannot see the light
Even though I try with all my might
I try to cry out to no avail
I’ve lived so long in my created hell
Head bowed eyes closed I do what I must
Hoping and praying to regain that trust
Hating my body hating and hating my mind
In them is where true love I will find
It is so dark inside this land 
I have bound and tied my very own hands
So many thoughts race around inside
Nowhere to run and can never hide
Retreating to this box to protect myself
Looking around to find my wealth
Hands unbound I open my eyes
Now comes the time I only cry
Through the tears and the pain
I now see light not only rain
Darkness before now there is light
Now I can see my future is bright 
My mind is clear no darkness stands
I continue to bow and clasp my hands

Daddy’s girl, lil ‘one or baby girl and what I seek in a Daddy Dom... To define the above I can only tell you what that truly means to me... There are similarities between a daddy’s girl, lil ‘one or baby girl and that of a young child, but the similarities stop there (daddy’s girl, lil ‘one or baby girl /Daddy Dom is NOT an Incestuous relationship). As a young child admires and respects her Father, so does a baby girl. A young child also requires lots of attention and affection, as does a baby girl. A Daddy Dom will treat His baby girl as His most prized possession, one that He guards with His life. A young child also longs for guidance; a Daddy naturally teaches His girl that entirely   He knows, or wants her to know and all that He wants her to be. A baby girl longs to learn and if allowed to question that which she doesn't know or understand, enabling a Daddy to guide her, fulfilling His need as well. I'm submissive by nature, have always been. Some may see that as a weakness, when in reality it has enabled me to live a life pleasing to both myself and others. A submissive often times takes on roles in her everyday life that may seem contrary to her submissive nature, whether in her professional life or personal life. A girl's ability to listen to other's wants and needs, her flexible nature and her need for 'peace' in her life, all promote success in her career and ability to raise a family. It is though, her relationship with her Daddy. When I am allowed and expected to be myself that is most fulfilling to my submissive nature. So with that being said, I’m also “Alpha” female and not a “Switch” I strive for perfection and to always be “on top” of my game. A good Daddy Dom sees this quality and allows me to be “Alpha” as long as my place with Him is known and respected. In order for me to truly be myself with Daddy, It’s vital that I find the One that I trust completely and without hesitation. This trust starts outside of the 'dungeon'. My trust must be unwavering and is a necessity before the relationship can be fulfilling for B/both. My submission and trust are a gift to my Daddy Dom, a gift that must never be tarnished by Daddy. A Daddy is unwavering and consistent, which allows me to trust without hesitation. I know I’ve found the One meant for me when I can say and honestly feel as though there is nothing that my Daddy Dom would ask, that I would not do. Communication - Is a gift that a girl gives her Daddy Dom. It is said, by many within the D/s community and the ‘vanilla’ or traditional lifestyle as well, that communication is key to a successful relationship. Honesty and Trust are the foundation for the ability to communicate openly. Sometimes it seems that this trait is assumed by many to be the norm in a D/s relationship. It often times is skirted over as something easily offered and expected by Daddy Dom of His girl. He is of course correct in His assumption of the expectation for me to be honest and open with my feelings but, it is at times difficult for me to do so. I have found that in order to be completely open, I must first realize what feelings are deep within me. Sometimes they haven’t been pleasant ones (i.e.: impatience, jealousy, frustration). Sadly, I have found that is much easier to act upon these feelings by being flippant, disobedient and sometimes even rude, than it is to have the self-control I long for. It takes great insight and strength for my Daddy Dom to deal successfully with these bottled up emotions. It is after all, His place to call me on it, too understand that my actions may be deeper seeded than simply of a psychical nature (temper tantrums and the like). When I’m allowed to talk, to cry, to tell Daddy my deepest, darkest secrets and fears, I’m truly set free and express who I genuinely am. My Daddy Dom guides me and molds me into what He knows I am capable of being. It is not that He is unsatisfied with who I am currently, it is that He gains much satisfaction in watching me grow. As I am allowed to express everything I feel and begin to slowly blossom into the rare and beautiful creature He is molding. Something I never would have seen in myself. When I am able to communicate all that I am and all that I feel and all that I long for, my Daddy Dom is the Benefactor. With great pride, He watches as me open each petal and accept each suggestion, blooming into the submissive He knows I’ve longed to be.

Safe Haven - Am I the only one who leads a hectic life? Trying to juggle one’s career, family, home and all the responsibilities that encompass such, can make you tired just thinking about it! Yet there is one place, I know I can always find serenity. Within my Daddy’s arms, In His words, in the comfort of His presence, I call home. Those outside the lifestyle might look at a submissive and consider me to be weak. Those of us within the community realize the strength it takes to submit completely and without question. In order to be a part of that “exchange of power”, a girl has to feel completely safe with whom she chooses to call Master! I feel it necessary to explain this ‘safe haven’ concept, once again from my own perspective, be it right or wrong, It is simply the experience I’ve had when it comes to Daddy Dom's and daddy’s  girl, lil ‘ one or baby girl subs and my relationships in the past . I entered the lifestyle well say at birth , I was raised to please, but also to strive to always learn and be the best by an overbearing, overachieving parents who knew my potential to be the best and having a nurturing side it has always felt natural to me. I lived it (D/s) for many years without even knowing it was an organized lifestyle and then I realized there was a community that accepted what I am and longed to be. I’ve spent years watching how others were and are treated, and been protected by some not so caring Daddy's and so called Masters.  Unfortunately, I learned that not all are who they claim to be.  (Not every good Master is a safe one and not all safe Master's are good One's). For those experiences, I am forever grateful, for I came to realize what I was not looking for, as well as what I was. My best piece of advice would be patience, watch and listen because the moment you meet your Daddy, you’ll know He is the One. Slowly, develop a friendship, and when He deems it time, began a relationship. 
And you'll find your safe haven.

I have yet to find mine…

 The Sensual Kiss

Lips touch Hands feel Is it too much Is it real

Bodies ache Tongues dance My being quakes Stuttering my stance

Heat rises Need grows Both start to realize What the other knows

Molded lips Erotic sway Hands will slip In the sensual kiss

A master's love is like a ring
Endless love that makes a girl sing.
It comes from the heart,
And with it one is never apart.
A master's love is like a collar,
An endless circle of love making one holler.
A master's love is like a river,
More precious than silver.
A master's love is like a slave bracelet,
An endless love, we will never let it.
A master's love is like the ankle bracelet,
never-ending, endless joy never letting.
A master's love is like a wedding ring,
Infinite and priceless, making both sing.
A master's love is a circle of endless love,
A priceless treasure, sent from the Heaven's above.
Time may change, aging state of grace,
But bound together, never losing pace.
A master's love never weakens,
It flows like the river, and only deepens.
A Master's love cleanses the soul,
Healing old wounds as it flows.
A love more precious than anything,
Gold, silver, more precious than things.
A master's love burns deep and hot,
Burning away the doubts of what we are not.
A master's love can never die,
For it is never-ending, and that is no lie.
So what is a Master's love?
Each of us knows it, a gift from above.
A priceless treasure,
That brings endless pleasure.
And what of a slave's love you ask?
It is shown in praise as she does what He asks.
A deep endless joy, endless craving
Deepening surrender, life worth saving.
And what of Love to each other you ask?
A fire hot and bright, does one have to ask?
It burns hotter than the sun, brighter than the stars
A bond that never ends, long after we go to the stars.
And what of those lost mates where is love?
It is shown always high above.
For it is in each star shining bright,
Brightly shining in eternal light.
So what is love to each of you?
How does it mold and shape each part of you?
Look deep inside the heart when in doubt it is there,
For it always will be, Love is always there…..

Pressure sinks into my skin
Hands claw as I take you in
Harder and harder you sink
Oh how I love this wonderful kink
Being primal is your need
Teeth sink further as they feed
Bottom lip I bite hard
As the delicate flesh is marred
Aching, yearning, as I feel the pain
With this bite my soul you will gain

Do you feel it?
We all have
Can you taste it?
Everyone has
Can you see it coming?
Only with open eyes
Are you guilty of it?
Everyone is
Do you understand it?
No one ever does
Do you learn from it?
Most do
Is your trust tarnished?
Yes
What is it that you fear?
HURT

warm as rain
cold as ice
filled with pain
sometimes nice
full of sorrow
full of shame
come tomorrow
will it be the same
cool and wet upon my face
caress my tender flesh with your grace
burning fire, full of fear
it is all but a tear

Feeling the cold bathroom floor as I lay there helplessly silently crying occurs
When I think so recklessly He’s not worth my tears that cause me so much hurt and fear
He’s not even worth my time
So why do I shed a tear?

I'm better off without Him, but I refuse to turn out like she did
A self-centered lonely black-hearted submissive

not capable of love that can't look after herself

As for him running away from His problems he’s good at that
He thinks it's Him against the world
What kind of example is that?

As time goes by I'm sick of waiting for the right time

He hides behind a mask So no one else can see the fear he really has
The way he acts around me and yes I do fit in his life
So cancel that appointment to find another one like me,  there’s only one of me
I'm done trying to fix problems
To stop my disappointment...

There’s always tomorrow!

Loving you less than life, a little less

A poem of frustration, rage, bitterness, resentment, disappointment, envy, sadness, sickness, despair, depression, fear-
All feelings of down and darkness and shame and lust and emptiness
A poem of ugliness inside and anger which has no goodness in it
A poem to blame myself and the world
A poem of guilt and loneliness and nothingness and sadness again and again
A poem no one ever needs to feel
A bad poem on bad things
Ugly ugly ugly
As if even the earth were made in the image of darkness and death
Such a sad bad poem and such inner anger and sickness and sadness
What can it all mean?
When I am a person of such good intention
Who wants the best for us all?
What can it all mean
To be better and better and good?
I don’t know.
A little complaining discontent not yet at the end of my intent….
Spiraling downward out of control and yet only one holds the control

Not Meant To Be
Here I stand alone again watching those around me.
Once I was with them, now we’re apart.
I know longer walk in the light I’ve gone back to the shadows.

For a time I thought I was welcome, but that wasn’t meant to last.
I should have known better, I should of realized it wouldn’t last.
Those like me don’t survive long out of the shadows were not meant to live in the light.

So here I return, to where I’m free to where I’m safe and protected.
Maybe I’ll return one day, more likely not, but who knows.
Time is one thing I’ve plenty of. Home to where I’ve always belonged.
Home to where I know all things. Home to where I’ll be safe.
Home to a place where no one is bad, place where only those who belong are welcome.
Welcome to spend their whole life…

LOVE.... Dependin​​g​​ on context, love can be of differen​​t​​ varietie​​s.​​ Romantic love is a deep, intense and unending​​.​​ It shared on a very intimate and interper​​sonal​​ and sexual relation​​ship.​​ In the past the study of philosop​​hy​​ and religion has done many speculat​​ions​​ on the phenomen​​on​​ of love. But love has always ruled, in music, poetry, painting​​s,​​ sculptor and literatu​​re.​​ Psycholo​​gy​​ portrays love as a cognitiv​​e​​ phenomen​​on​​ with a social cause. It is said to have three componen​​ts​​ in the book of psycholo​​gy:​​ Intimacy​​,​​ Commitme​​nt,​​ and Passion. Love also includes compatib​​ility.​​ But it is more of journey to the unknown when the concept of compatib​​ility​​ comes into picture. We need to understa​​nd​​ each other and must always remember that no body is perfect. Be together​​,​​ share your joy and sorrow, understa​​nd​​ each other, provide space to each other, but always be there for each others need. And surely love will blossom to strength​​en​​ your relation​​ship​​ with your matter of affectio​​n.​​ 

"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none" William Shakespeare

I long for a love so strong and pure to cure my aching heart.
I know not what it is I crave that causes me to behave in such a self destructive way.
I do know deep within my heart I fall apart when you are gone.
Truly my soul yearns for you, your strength and control.
I kneel before you peeling back the layers of filth and grime that time has placed upon me.
I bare myself before you sharing with you my deepest being.
And seeing for the first time my own true innocence with my inner desires; fires burning within me.
Finally free. To know that you know me, my every thought, every joy, every sin part of me.
To know that you accept me all my passion, all my pain all that is me.
I finally know the shame of who I was before the innocent lamb hidden deep within.
The blood had been spilled as you force your will upon me.
Your power becomes my own I'm thrown into bliss.
My pleasure is all for you rapture awaits my soul.
You hold me close and love me hard.

So torn inside Not knowing what to say, Not knowing what to do
Pulled - Tugged, I struggle with my pride

What is wrong with me? Guilt I should not feel, but never the less it overwhelms
I know who I am Yet she I cannot be, I feel imprisoned at times, I simply want to feel free...

Cinderella, Snow White ???
I know I am not, But I yearn for the enchantment the fairytale perhaps
To be a princess in One's eyes Just for a day, or even a night...

I chose to take this place in life, Changes came, but I'm still the same
Deep inside of me she will always be Lacking, longing, must I feel this grief and strife???

Still lost in a sense, Found once upon a time, My life has taken so many turns, Maybe I did this to myself, Chose this path I'm on, but I thought I had something
Now it seems to be gone... Every waking moment can be so tense

Perhaps one day it will all fall into place, Not taken for granted
Held dear for who and what I am
This old soul of mine will soar one day
Free she will be, far away from this earth
But for now the mask will stay delicate and chipped upon my face

Despair

If only the world could see what I feel

Then would the world know who I am

I’ve loved lost and feared the world for it is sometimes too much to bare

Control and power is what I fear for I am weak inside and full of pain

I shout and cry but not knowing why

There is nobody there to bear my cries

I swallow the shame and anger that lies beneath me

I am lost to reality and living in time

Though I am struggling through life

And all that it offers

I am only human and that is what makes me…. Me

Still I wish for the happiness and pleasure that I have earned

But realize that I have not yet overcome the worlds’ greatest challenge

LOVE! And how to accept it –

I am ready to face my fears…

Waiting

Wanting, lusting to be held, to be loved, to feel warmth

To feel your beating heart

Wanting to be sheltered from the cold, heartless winds

Falling into invisible arms into an abyss of love

Wishing, hoping that my desires will be filled

My desires of loving warmth

Wanting to be held, comforted and loved.

Dreaming of passionate embraces of tender kisses

And loving words filled with romantic nights

Waiting for undying love

Dedicated "Maridee" Grams 5/10/22 - 1/12/12

Old Lady...

What do you see? Tell me what do you see?

What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply

When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your swill.

I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who I love and love one another!

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,

Who needs me to guide and a secure happy home?

A woman of thirty, and my young now grown so fast,

And yet bound to each other with ties that should last forever.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,

Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;

I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman...and nature is cruel;

'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes open and see,

Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!!

In my heart I can tell,
my deception is working well.
Take a look at my smile,
didn't you know I haven't had one in a while?

Then what makes you think that this is real?
It's all lies and my wounds just won't heal.
Broken and defeated,
and this fake smile is repeated.

But when you put this fake laughter
and smiles to the side,
you can see the tortured girl
crying silently inside.

Maliciously deceitful,
So willing to destroy. 
Patronistic; Void of guilt,
Excuses, lies and blame.
Disregard the innocent,
The victims of your game.
Fearless of the consequence
Of every selfish deed.
Trampling down the fields of trust,
Ruined from your greed.
Betray, deny, and what's to gain?
To what end will it serve?
Of trust you've made a mockery,
My love you don't deserve.

The web has been spun
The spider's had its fun
And to think I loved you
Dared myself to place someone above you
You never loved me
You only used me
I choose to hate you, and I know
You wouldn't be a man, give up the show
You lured me into you with sweet seduction
Knew what I wanted with no instruction
If deception could be death, I would be gone
I'll no longer be here for you to depend on
You are my deception
A man who knows nothing of affection

Longing - Alone in a corner no one to play with me. A submissive longing for a collar, to be owned, belonging to another. There for their pleasure to be played with, taught, guided, challanged, protected and loved.  Looking around watching others who play and perform in the heat of the night. Careful not to let others see the longing that's deep inside of me. Hoping that one day I will find the one who is right for me who will take their pleasure and give it back to me. Then alone in the corner no more will I be... 

As You wish

Master, I hear You say my name
I bow to You on bended knee
Each time for me, it is the same
For as You wish, so shall it be.
.
You touch my breast, my nipple tweak
I watch Your eyes as You watch me
Your very touch leaves me so weak
For as You wish, so shall it be.
.
“Rise up, little one” You say, though,
I genuflect most willingly
I rise, as does my libido
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
In all ways, You do beguile
I crave to please You, Sir, You see
I’m to You gratefully facile
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
You make me feel part nymph, part spoiled
You bind me, thus erotically
Free and yet, giftedly controlled
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
A simple look or passing glance
And I‘d do anything for thee
You lead me in passion’s slow dance
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
You bring me beyond the edge again
Like no one else can do for me
From pleasure’s pain to soar again
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
I give the gift of me to You
And, do so, enthusiastically
Both sides of power balanced true
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
You accept my gift and there unto
I honor You; You honor me
For You my best, in all I do
For as You wish, so shall it be
.
They say the strongest one of all
she who is upon her knee.
So before You, Sir, I do fall
For as You wish, so shall it be

Lesson
The only safe existence is the lie,
The roles we play, the masks we wear by day
Disguising fair or foul intent with shows
Designed to court the favors of the just,

Or those who think themselves the just and right
While punishing the sins of those whose lives
—Too stubborn in the difference from their own—
Must be constrained, and shaped to fit the mold

Of expectation’s fancy, truth be damned.
Remove the mask, expose the face beneath,
And then prepare to face the consequence:
A life unloved, with graying eyes unmet.

So best, it seems, to hide behind the lie,
For truth wounds only those without disguise.

In Word and Deed
Your silence is what haunts me now in dreams,
The hours when most I try to reach for you
And most your absence focuses my loss
As loss, though how this emptiness became

The daily fact of all I call my life,
I cannot fathom yet, not knowing how
I lost you, when was my misstep, or worse,
My inattention to the one I love.

I send out words to find you where you are,
But nothing comes again, not like before
When words and smiles served as the food of love,
And all we were came breathless from our lips.

I miss you more than my poor words can say,
And wish for your return, in word and deed.

Birthday Wish Today...

If for my birthday I could make a wish
The one thing I want is simply his kiss
I don't need a cake with candles aglow
I just hope in his heart he knows I love him so

I don't need a party with loads of ice cream
I just want to sit here and drift in this dream
I don't think there is one thing I could want more
Than to spend my birthday with the one I adore

I don't need a gift that’s full of surprises
His heart is one of my favorite prizes
So if you ask what I want, I'll surely say
I just want your love that's so true

I've never been one to ask for much
Not papers or bags or ribbons and such
I only want to hear his sweet heartbeat
And with that in my life what more could I need?

~x0x0x~

Dia Dhuit, Slainte! Beannachtai Na Feile Padraig Oraibh...

Éirinn go brách!

Hello! Good Health... Cheers! St. Patrick's Day Blessing Upon You! Ireland Forever!

May the love and protection Saint Patrick can give

 be yours in abundance as long as you live...

Slainte mhor agus a h-uile beannachd duibh!
Good health and every good blessing to you!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

My fragile heart was broken more than once before.
I don't think I can endure another pain.
They don't know how or what I feel inside,
through my smiles I cry, they don't know what they do to me.
Deep inside me I feel like I'm dying.
My world is so empty the days are so cold and lonely
each time I face the purest pain.
I wake up every night to see the state I'm in.
It's like and endless fight I never seem to win.
I should let it out, I think it's time someone should know.
I wish I could tell you the pain that I feel every day,
and that I can't find my way.
How can I break this wall around me
that causes my heart to grow in pain?
With this fire that burns deep within me,
there's so much to lose and yet less to gain.
Is it obvious that I'm caught in emotions
I'm out of control;
I don't know how long I can keep this inside…
So help me complete the pain inside me
and help me mend this fragile heart.

If tonight I die
who will cry?
Strangers with their feigned interest,
while those I love have turned away.
And if my best isn't good enough,
What more can I give?
Go ahead--walk away.
Just leave me here alone.
And if tonight I die,
who will cry?
All my strength is drained,
with nothing left to give.
Drowning in the depths of sorrow,
No tears left to cry.
A silent voice and distant eyes;
that no one hears or sees.
And if tonight I die,
who will cry?

At the root of insanity
Is having too much time on your hands--
Too much time to think--
Too much time to remember past hurts
And to wish things could be different.

Too much time spent alone,
Staring at these four walls
With too much time to think,
To remember past hurts
And to wish things were different.

DESIRE – to want something

PASSION – the refusal to live without something 

Do you just DESIRE or are you PASSIONATE about something?

Can you stimulate my mind, seducing me with countless hours of intellect foreplay? As we lay next to the fireplace making love with just words yeah that’s my mental drug. Kissing and stroking my intellect with that poetic dialect. Penetrating my mind to where my panties get wet, my nipples get hard, and that clit throbs for more words of mental stimulation. Can you stimulate my mind helping me to reach my mental climax a hundred times by getting deeper and deeper inside the center of my psyche? Can you make me feel your reply… don’t tell me, show me that I’m all up in your head because words are so easily said. I want to bring out the inner word freak in you as I stroke your mind leaving you with mental intimacy, see you if you're ready for me. Let me nibble on you with these soft spoken words as I get you to see this how you make love to a woman mentally....

Curiosity

An objectionable quality of the female mind

The desire to know whether or not a woman is cursed with curiosity

Is one of the most active and insatiable passions of the masculine soul

“Confront a child, a puppy and a kitten with sudden danger, the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for frantic resistance.”

"I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ...  
I might be submissive at last of a  small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature."

“The consequences of today are determined by the actions of the past. To change your future, alter your decisions today.”

“PATIENCE IS WATING. NOT PASSIVELY WAITING. THAT IS LAZINESS. BUT TO KEEP GOING WHEN THE GOING IS HARD AND SLOW – THAT IS PATIENCE”

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.

A persons best piece of equipment is their mind. Reading and talking with people who are truly knowledgeable in the lifestyle is the best piece of equipment. I would suggest that every new Dom go out and get a mentor or two. Learn, listen, and check their ego at the door. Listen to those who have made mistakes before them...

It is love rather than sexual lust or unbridled sexuality if, in addition to the need or want involved, there is also some impulse to give pleasure to the persons thus loved and not merely to use them for our own selfish pleasure.

Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience... love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

I will try to not disappoint you better than anyone ever has…

And I know I won't die of disappointment I may cry a tear or two or lie in hollow darkness until not feeling so blue. Don't try to change my enjoyment. I can't settle for anything less. Yet I learn something from denouement and next time I won’t be so careless. Strong feelings need concealment and an open heart can be easily hurt. Never reveal utter beguilement or risk being treated like dirt. Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy! Keeping from gaining true love…

If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop

I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks and die on your lips...

~*~ Happy Valentines Day ~*~

"True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.”

You have not lived my life suffered my pain enjoyed my happiness walked my path seen what i've seen....

but yet you still look at me and judge!