A Woman’s Passion

Within the mist is she, who waits,
well protected by the love of family,

She waits and watches
while learning of self and others.

Within the cooling mist
lays the heart of passion and beauty
that burns brighter then Sol itself.

A maelstrom of passion,
so powerful few understand it
fewer have caught glimpses of it,

still fewer have been touched by it,
and bowed to its power.

Within the cooling mist
awaits she who watches,
as the storms rage within her soul.

For the One that can control the passion,
can find the love within a storm.

He has asked me over many a times, which we always have a good time making things or just talking for hours on end about nothing.

Yet, his dark side makes me want to crawl to him on hands and knees, begging, pleading for his hands to do their worst.  Around him I am a cat in heat, but to him, I just good old girl next door.

For ole practically me, what do I need?  I want someone who can make me lose my sense of the world and control of my inner self.  Something I tried never to do in the outside world.  Because?  I’m scared myself at the depth of my emotions.  To be bonded, teased, spanked, but soft caresses by the same hand hitting my bottom so hard I would scream.  To have breast/nipples teased and tormented to the point all I do is feel, not thinking of what is going on within myself.  To find the one that can tease me, touch me, demand from me the feelings I hide deep within me, of woman.  To be tied by the one that can smile while the torment goes on, speaks softly of what I am, to him.