My eyes spark open in a rush of emotion,
and my body starts trembling, causing quite the commotion.
I feel from all over like I just had a magic potion,
and I lust for much from you, with my devotion.

I reach my hands out to be given to yours,
and submit to your touch, so soft and pure.
Take my hands and pull me into your core,
and I'll come the rest of the way, give you more.

Lead me to the bed, where I wait without pain,
and have you come back with a leather collar and chain.
I raise my chin and allow you to slip it on without strain,
and meet eye contact with you as you click into the right lane.

At the foot of the bed or floor down beneath where we meet,
I would bow, purr, kiss and lick everything that you will me to see.
And as you rest for bed with the leash in your hand looking towards me,
I would settle down like a good little pet, right at your feet.

I am but pollen in the wind's blow,
and taken where things may be sewn.
For this is a poem about this story,
and for heaven's sake, it won't be gory.

I am but a piece of pollen grown from a beautiful flower,
and am nurtured until that final hour.
Where I must leave the safeness of my home,
and go out into the world, alone.

The wind picks me up and I am blown through the air,
going past animals and people, from barns to bears.
Where I go, I do not know as my path is guided,
and I am only taken along and wonder if it is sided.

I can be caught by a bee and flown away now belonging to them,
and carried into a journey of which I am much past the stem.
I may be taken home by the bee and nurtured into something beautiful,
or I may be dropped and lost with remnants of feelings, hateful.

I am but pollen floating around in the wind,
searching for who will pick be up and never send.
Someone like you that could grab me from life's windy grasp,
and nurture me into something beautiful, for I am up to the task.

My name is Trent. I'm 26 (27 in October), and I'm looking for someone to play with but also be taken seriously as a relationship partner as well. I don't want a strictly BDSM relationship. I don't want a strictly vanilla relationship. I am looking for a mixture between the two.

Someone I can take out on a nice date to the zoo or aquarium and have a nice, normal day, and then go home and have a nice playful time with as well :)

Take me as your teddy bear.

We can snuggle all through the night and day and far beyond.
I can wiggle around in your arms and kiss you lovingly forever and beyond.
I can share my warmth with you so that you will never be cold ever again.

You can hold and caress me or squeeze me extra tight if you're stressed out.
You can hold and feel me against your body, knowing I am here for you.
You can feel my warmth to know that you're not alone. Never alone.

You can snuggle and kiss or just hold me close so you have some company.
You can allow my arms to be around you when things get scary.
You can let your tears out and tell me anything and it'll never go to anyone else.

Take me as your teddy bear

Today was hard because yesterday was, too. But I managed to get through it with all of the lonely feelings that come from not hearing from hardly anyone. But I made it through just fine.

So I went through today and it was mostly a success.
Though an anxious jolt was in my gut all day long.
Into the night just a few hours ago it began to grow and get worse.
Not hearing from anyone makes it grow and grow and grow.
In the last couple hours of work, my shakey episodes happened from not hearing.
Every so often, I would gasp as I thought about not hearing from anyone.
I would gasp and my breathing would get weird and I would shake and shiver all over, scared.

The drive home had its fair share of these as well.
Thankfully, I kept my arms steady when they happened so I didn't end up swurving and causing traffic accidents.
Especially good because they happened more than a few times, though I had the radio going to try to distract my mind.

So now I'm home and writing out to the community with the feelings still steadily growing.
Though booting up my PSTV to try to distract my mind while I write and hope to hear back.

I come on here to write my feelings to show that I'm lonely and need a helping hand.

But not from someone that is a friend or could be a friend or just pen pal.
For the loneliness I have only can be cured by the intimacy that I crave and need.
For that is what I want and need of someone reaching out to me.
To play, to talk, to get to know each other, and be closer than friends.

And I hope someone is out there that can reach out to me.
Because I will do just as much to reach out to you and do all I can to be the best I can. For you.

I hope you enjoyed this writing. And I pray and hope i hear from someone tonight.