TheNightTheDay

The flute of interior time is played whether we hear it or not. What we mean by love is its sound coming in. When love hits the farthest edge of excess, it reaches a wisdom. And the fragrance of that knowledge! It penetrates our thick bodies, it goes through walls. Its network of notes has a structure as if a million suns were arranged inside. This tune has truth in it.The D/s relationship must take place in the mind before the body can be served. You will be taught, you will be counseled, you will be prepared. Only then can you serve.

A Melody, married to Harmony, one and the same, change the score it will be ever more one and the same.
Measure by measure it is a treasure, one and the same.