I’ll love you for a thousand years
You are always safe in my arms
I will never walk away from you
Magic is real, because I met you
I’ve looked for you all my life
Your beautiful mind is why I fell
miss
Garden without the goddess
I sit in a garden waiting for it’s owner to come back.
She who causes my heart to soar and bleed with her words.
I wait, because this place is hers and someday, she may come back
I wait, because my heart demands I walk in its rows and amidst it’s ripening and look out
over the horizon to see her coming back.
I close my eyes and remember.
Kissed by the sun, blessed by the wind and the lightly falling rain.
I wait.
I’ll keep coming by. Watering the plants. Talking as if you were there. always hoping that I’ll turn around, and you’ll be there.
But I fear, this garden and the words you shout, are all I have left.
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The fiercest flame
The thought of her skin
The softness of her as my hands run over her
The feel of the hairs on her arms
Running fingers lightly over, barely touching
Teasing
The slap of leather to skin
The sound of her voice, whispering through my bones
Painfull moans
She kneels in first position, head bowed
I reach down, running hand along jawline
Tilt her lovely face to mine
“You are my very good girl”
Her smile, and her eyes, shining with pride
Her reply, “thank you, Sir”
My heart full to bursting,
Fierce pride, joy filling every inch
My submissive, my girl, my miss
Mine.
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Heartache haiku
Wish it as simple
As, we met and fell in love
But complicated
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Distant touch
faint stirring wind
skitters across skin
the cold soothing in the afternoon heat,
first gust then a storm unfolds
rushing to the east
running, flying to you,
this sending of wind that kissed me,
now caresses you,
across the distance,
in the soft hush,
feel my touch
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How I begin
every sigh, groan, yip, shudder is my prize
fingers inside you, exploring the velvet wet,
my muscular tongue spelling out pleasures, bucking,
contracting around the fingers of my dancing hand,
just the start,
one orgasm merely tells where your nerves best crave,
know every inch of you before the night is done
every vanilla variety
for then the pleasure can really begin.
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Truth wears a mask
Your words
caress my skin
And make me
…whole
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Second sun
burn with need of you
my every cell vibrating
your words set my molecules to spinning
seconds from becoming a new sun
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Overwhelming?
Every thought, every word, every dream is of you
I seek the next chapter or next poem
and you stand, distant and close
your hand over my heart
feel it beating?
it beats with joy, a joy that is you.
My miss, it beats and I feel you, a deep connection
You have woken me from my long slumber
You are mine, my miss
I am yours, your Sir
Always.
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Detente
A lifetime of words spill out
Hearts blood on the page
Desire, want, and need
Logic and emotions in sync
Ruled by nought but the moment
The moment and you
A world of spun glass and long stemmed rose whips
Screams and whimpers
Ecstasy and agony and the float
Feel my flesh, know that I am real
Ask and it will be done
Pelgris 