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You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Kahlil Gibran
I am a conundrum of dominance, poetry, sound, and beauty.
A man with old values who values an old soul. That I am. My world is littered with art. Polluted with beauty. And intellectual conversations are the best foreplay. Here, passion is the only sustenance.
And dominance is a small part of who I am. I am the sum of parts.
I am a poet (aspiring novelist)...
...and being so makes me an iceberg. Drifting with the current. Yet, stable enough to sink the unsinkable ship. And looking beneath the surface offers a much wider understanding of the whole.
I find beauty in some of the oddest places. And the search for it is so much fun. Being an artist, I document it whenever possible, be it with a poem, a picture, or a sketch.
Mmmm... Sounds. Of all the senses, that may be my favorite. The sounds of a whimpering woman, out of breath, begging. Or the sounds of a woman moaning in ecstasy, trembling, short of breath, as her moans trail off to only rise again. The din of a woman is music to my soul. Let it play on.
The stinging of her flesh feels like a memory.
Her whimpering a distant, muffled cry.
I grasped something of myself in those moments.
A primal urge, with which I've never known.
She trembled beneath my power, shuddered
with each whack to her bare skin, and I
became connected with something deep, secretive.
Beginning on my path to mastery.
TheScribe (Find me on FL)
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