Scorch The Coming Of Night

Her mouth was on fire, her fingers flashed with flame, she wanted to ignite him that they both might burn as one, and scorch the coming of night. Her tongue on his own was strong, and he loved the way she tasted. Immense pleasure… She was tough and soft, and struck such balance that he could not help but want her. He’d forced his heart open to show her everything… their’s was an honest meeting of the spirits. There was no division. It was Communion.

Tattered And Truly Treasured

Should it please you… Take your lush lips, moist mouth, and torrid tongue and claim my cock. Take the very last stroke of me. Hold nothing back from me. Give it, take it like some past deprived revenge. Have your vengence in my name. Flood me full, and overpower my passions with your own zealous desire for fulfillment.

Put your nails to the test of my flesh. Dig deep and seize me where I stand. Leave me tattered and truly treasured. Plunge your fingers over every engorged inch of me. Capture my cries and hold them as the gift they are meant to be. They are cries of divine pleasure…

Moaning and feverish, drive me toward lust, toward hunger, make me thirst for a love that only you know how to pull from me. Yes again, do not hold back from me, suppress nothing… express all. I will receive all that you have and give to you my very best.

She Is Fire

She is fire to me. In the grasp of her lips… I succumb.

I am rooted in the darkness of earth… Her secret living dream growing just out of sight. A wish almost abandoned… almost forgotten – forsaken… but found and now cherished.

She is the turbulent taste of flame that I now breathe… deeply – profoundly. Her kiss is beautiful smooth… cunningly passionate and captures the hunger of my every embrace.

My Beloved

Yearn To Kneel

I absolutely yearn to kneel before you, My Siren, once more… drinking of you liberally… pulling every drop of passion from your lips. Unyielding. And when you feel as though you can take not one more moment, then will I slowly slide inside of you… that my every thrust be an expression of my love and an extension of my desire to be more yours… feel my body tensing tightly and please let our climax and release be the given gift that we both freely receive.

To My Beloved

 

 

Your Name, My Beloved

Your name on my lips is the very sound of desire to me. It drips in a whisper and subtly seduces my tongue to speak it out loud.

Your Name, My Beloved….

 

 

Roadmap of Solitude

SOLITUDE…

S = Silence… Silence is the beginning of the journey. Silencing the noise and voices, and Slow down the mind…

O = Observation… Be Obedient, stay still and Observe everything and watch how I will reposition your life. You will Observe and be able to Testify that you had no Mortal Hand in this repositioning!

L= admit and accept the Loss, now Listen for My voice, and finally find My Love.

I = Honoring my Impulses, Intentions, and Interests… Rediscovering my likes, dislikes, and tastes… Spiritually, Physically, Sexually

T = Tenacious… get in the Trenches, and stay there until you find what you need! Nevermind the blood! Be willing to bleed for your cause… I was. 

U = Understanding… Seek understanding of self and Seek Understanding of Me, and know that Solitude is almost by design meant to be Unsettling. Drive through its Unsettling nature to the heart of My Comfort!

D = Discipline… Don’t make rash Decisions. Find Me in everything and in every moment at all cost, and be Diligent about it! Then I will show you the Desires of your heart. Live the life of your Dreams!

E = Essence… The outcome: The Essence of one’s true and authentic self!

 

 

Erotic Misnamed

The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we can aspire.

Audre Lorde

Work The Dream

FORGE YOUR DREAM IN STEEL AND BLOOD. WORK TO LIVE THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS. I WILL IT, THAT I GO FORWARD. I WOULD RATHER GO DOWN SWINGING THAN TO GO DOWN WITHOUT THROWING A PUNCH AT ALL. I WILL NOT FAIL.

Hold My Breath

If it please thee, Hold my breath. I give it freely. Take it. I desire you to have it. What will you do with it now that it is yours?

Do not, I pray, Return it unused. I would have it fulfill its willing purpose…

My Beloved

Blossom

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anaïs Nin

 

 

Thank you my friend and witness…