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Full disclosure I am in a poly relationship with two women currently seeking another sister, there are a couple pics of them as well. )
By day, I am a people whisperer, a scholar of the tiki bar, and lover of the arts. Im an oxymoron in a nutshell from being Scottish Korean to the fact that Im a hopeless romantic and I can quickly switch to dominating jerk. I find spontaneous lifestyle the one that suites me from traveling the world to being both a nerd and loving the outdoors.
I desire a partner that wants to give her all to me. In return for this, I will push the limits and boundaries, exactly as far as you need. Your mind, soul, and body will yearn for more, and it will never thirst again in want. I shall protect her in all things that I do so that her body shall be preserved for my use. No want shall go unprovided such as shelter, food, or health. Dominating beautiful woman is arguably the most enjoyable thing a man can do. I revel in the mental control, it is cathartic to be entrusted so wholistically by a willing and intelligent woman. To feel the waves of pleasure emanating from their bodies, to take them to the next level of deviant play, and finally to embrace without a word just pure eros.
The heart once filled to the brim and now is drained, Filled with love, joy, and the efforts of his toil. Like a candle lit on both ends -- his heart melts to nothing,One side the past inequities and the other false hopes of the future,Past the point of pain -- his heart like wax.No respite from the bottom of the bottle,No relief from the two, four, or twelve killers of pain,No eternal rest from nectar of the black rose,Burning at both ends -- one of the past and the other future, Sleep is but a memory that fades fast, Joy is but a dream overtaken by the Nightmare, Who are you to be the judge! Have you felt Aphrodites Kiss -- never to feel it again? No? Perhaps youve matched Hephaestus -- hammer was struck from your hand, The embrace of Aphrodite or the creativity of Hephaestus, Taken, beaten, hit with you-- the only void, Your heart nothing but wax -- slowly dripping without sound. Drip, drip, drip -- till it is all but snuffed out!
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Under the moon two figures stripped bare,
Each enchanted, under a spell.
A man mezmorized, guised in darkness.
A woman exuberant, yet shadows linger deep.
They move with grace each to their own beat.
Her legs stretched out far, reaching to the stars.
His arms wide open as if to embrace, but grasping at air.
She moves with purpose, but without zeal.
He moves with ardor, yet lost is its' reason.
Will these two dancers find their stride?
The moonlight shows each seperate yet the darkness binds them.
Dance. Dance. Dance.
Two souls in discord, yet hearts entwined.
What crazy tricks the moon plays tonight,
It is but a vapid illusion.
Dance. Dance. Dance.
Moonlight, but strings on their bodies.
They are in discord, or is it true beauty?
Each dances to their own beat..the beating of their heart. |
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Poetry reflects the soul and the soul reflectdesires.
Moonlight floods in, blinding yet enticing,
Walls of rock illuminated in pale light,
No escape from the chill of the night, no escape in sight,
Locked deep in natures belly,
with sky overhead taunting.
Lids wide open and the heart beating,
No rest in sight, no respite foreshadowed,
We are but mortal yet immortal is our fears,
Cannot understand the tides of night,
Confusion abounds, hearts racing, and minds blank,
Holding tight that which fear abates us,
Running from yet no enemy in sight,
Invisible is our malady, yet apparent its poison,
Sleep is far from us and we are the ones cast from its graceful dance. |
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| Age: 26 |
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Connecticut |
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