-=Work of Art=-Breath is lingering, fleeing/
as you feel the fine pointed pen etching/
it's single tip like a sharp nail scratching/
slowly, deliberatly digging into your back/

Each line taking minutes/
yet together with more, hours/
time is lost, passion sparking within a soul/
yet, the pen still continues/

Warm breath felt upon my flesh/
the rubbing of a hand to soothe discomfort/
the pen point a single focus/
pleasure, pain mingled with creativity/

Wanting, needing more than that feeling/
pulling yourself away from reality/
and then the art draws to completion/
a single dot marking you a portrait.

In the aftermath of giving up my collar, my thoughts have wandered over many issues. Much time was spent talking to my former Master. It has been decided my decision was made in haste and now I am discussing issues with Him as I should have to begin with. W/we are trying to work through things, therefore I will not be searching anytime soon. I love Him, and He claims to love me, thus, it should be entirely possible for us to patch up things.

Why am I here? It's a dayum good question asked by many. Do I seek just to elude all with no information and little personal to say about myself? What am I looking for? What makes me tick? These are all good questions and perhaps I should answer them in a more public fashion, so I don't have to repeat myself time and time again to each and every email I get. I want friendship, I want trust, I want respect, and I want to offer those things in return. I crave honesty, intelligence, integrity, perhaps even a sense of humor in those I talk to. But most of all, I'm learning patience. Since I began to grow into my role as a submissive and really understand the lifestyle I've been impatient and edgy, wanting and needing the next step and rushing into things I wasn't ready for. I'm dead set on not repeating my mistakes. I want a slow paced relationship, a friendship, the time to allow it to blossom and grow and turn into something more if things go well. I don't want anyone to think of me as a doormat, or just some simple sex toy for use. I'm more than that, and although I went through some really bad experiences to learn that, I realize now, it was all a part of my growth. Is it too much to have someone like me for my intelligence, my strong sense of loyalty, my sense of humor, my creativeness, and my openly offered honesty?

I'm not going to drone on and on, explaining the reasons I feel this way. If you are piqued enough to ask, then I'll answer.

I'm NOT going to sit here and spell out what my limits are or what I'm willing and not willing to try. Those things come later. Sex is only a small part of the lifestyle, and I want more of the deeper, more soul searing part. The ability to know one another, the ability to be able to hold conversation about more than sexual preferences and dislikes. Is that so odd? I would certainly think not.

Finally, I'm not searching for a Dom/Master. I know that in good time, He'll find me. But I can darn sure aid things along the way by meeting and making friends, perhaps meeting that future person who will make my life complete. I'm am not however, willing to relocate outside of Texas.

Anyways, feel free to respond. I'm out for the night.