There comes a point where I have to be ok with me.
I have to accept that I am submissive.
I have to accept that my desires can be played upon.
It’s only slowly that I’m beginning to learn that,
Just because someone can toy with my submissive nature,
Doesn’t mean that they truly care about my whole well-being
But it’s confusing, how am I going to be able to decide.
Who is sincere? Who really cares?
And then the question of, if it’s fun and you share it,
Where is the true harm?
Why do my feelings have to get all twisted up into it?                  (3/03)

Dances of veils.... shimmering mystique.. glances of her looks - wanton submissive... then hidden from view. You wish to capture her... hold her in your hands, caress her till she is malleable, but you can't catch her soul. Like chaining a butterfly... the wings beat and the body lifts... the leg slipping from the golden manacle. Forever free... A gift.. given for the moment... then gone, leaving you not knowing if it will return. Taming a river.... deep and quiet... but always changing.. capture it by dams.... but it will forever elude you. A lightening bug... capture it while you can see it.... it will glow for you in your hands.

When I am scared.... I reach for you, and your arms build a fortress around me.
When I am sad....you voice is a song, a rhythm of a lullaby to soothe me.
When I am lonely...your smile is there to shine and illuminate even the darkest corners of my soul.
When I am happy... it is you by my side sharing it that makes it complete.
I am scared that someday you won't be there.
I am sad to think that not everyone has someone like you.
I am lonely when you're not here within reach.
I am happy when we are together... touching.

Come.... a hand out stretched reached. Give in..... strong warm arms circling. Trust.... soft words whispered in an ear. Love.... the sound of a heartbeat through a chest wall.

Posses me, own me, control me, force me, make me, love me.

My Masters Love

Quietly waiting my eyes downcast,
calming my racing heart by force,
I await you leather gloved touch,
Upon my fevered quivering skin.

You speak my name curtly...

Obediently I crawl to your lap,
placing my hands for you to bind,
My will to please you carries me,
Through the racing fear pleasure.

You call me slave...

I stand against the cold stone,
My eyes in cloaked darkness,
As I wait for the slicing whip,
It's kiss of pain pleasure.

You growl my name...

My hot flesh reddened and sore,
You explore my moist depths,
Slamming into my waiting body,
You explode in your desire.

You whisper my name with love...

<this is not something I wrote... but found and LOVE> Author??

I would like to have a house with a window to the sea and a tiny garden right outside. I'd sit out front and listen to the trees and smile as the world went by. I would like to have a place with a window to your heart, So I would know what you were feeling all the time.. I'd watch your days and listen to your dreams and give you part of everything that's mine. I would like to have a house with a window to the sea and a place in your heart next to mine. By the window, I'd give you my only key, so you could come and visit me anytime. I would like to give you a place in my heart, right next to the wind and the sea. I'd sit outside on the front porch to wait... and smile when I saw you coming.