One Of My Poems From My Deleted Blog, Found On Someone Else’s Blog.

I love when one of my poems from my deleted blog finds me.

A Reminder

Legs high. Taken deep. A second time in as many hours. A reminder. There is no end to my need. And evidently, yours either.

Consent

It has always about what you offered. And how far I would take it.

That does not change, but know this, there comes a place of offering where I will take all of you to a new place that will leave us both transformed.

I love when I find one of my poems from my deleted blog, or in this case, they find me. @owithadash2point0 - thank you!

An Understanding.

I believe you finally understand. Anywhere means.... anywhere. Anything means anything. And mine means only. completely.

The Only Thing I Measure

Forget all they told you. The only thing I measure is how much I love you, how long, and how.

Lost and Found

Lost and Found

It is the white space,  the place between anticipation and the residual pain of marks,  of lashes,  the moment of it,  as it lances through you and the pain does not even cry out,  it simply consumes you and there is nothing else, and you are no longer what you believed,  not submissive, for that does not matter,  not in your own particular kind of love,  you are lost and found in it,  all other worries exploded, no longer important, a single minded woman finally in a peace you cannot explain,  the world around you lost,  your soul, found. 

A poem from my banned blog. Thank you to all who send me these!

A Reason to Celebrate the New Year

Somehow, in every place you offer,

I fit. Perhaps stretching the boundaries at first,

But always, in the end,

In the tightest, most forbidden places

That no one sees,

I fit.

A Memory in Pink

She wore pink lingerie,

And I looked at her, no gazed at her

Like it was the first time.

That is the way it has always been with her,

Ever new. Perfect for all the reasons she believes

herself not to be.

Perhaps it was not on for long,

But it did not matter. She wore it for me,

knowing full well the effect the gift would have on me.

Passion enflamed. Senses suddenly vibrant.

Heart lost to her yet again. My heart touched

As much as my body.

It is true that she submits to me,

But I am forever lost in her.

Both of us, exactly as we should be.

Owned

My hands say it. More than my words. More than any title or name. Sure. Confident. You are owned.

And Just When You Think

And just when you think there are no more adventures... I show you otherwise.

That is our life. And always will be.

Next

Understand this, that even in the every day moments you are the object of my desire, of my imagination and need. Unsuspecting to you, even at a distance I lust, imagining what I will do with you, to you next