Hot air hovers across my shoulders,
carrying His promise of lips upon my neck,
a neck hungry for His warm, creamy kiss.
The blindfold’s velvet blackness envelops me in its ebony arms,
holding me spellbound,
as the Sorcerer weaves His magic.
Fingertips whisper their promise.
Like tiny leaves dancing upon a lawn,
they touch, then are gone.
I am frozen in time, my breath ceases.
I am lost, I am found.
I am free, as I am bound.
I am complete inside my offering.
My precious offering.
My sweet surrender.
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I always enjoy your posts, but as I have the same leanings as you, I have to turn it round in my head a little, if your still following me,
I left you a reply earlier, and yet it doesn’t show here. Hopefully this will. Yes I understand what you’re saying. The coin has both sides, and does not discriminate gender. 🙂
Such a poignant and inviting look inside your soul, beautifully and yet somewhat hauntingly expressed dormant desires Maggie… There are many Dominants that crave that “sweetness” you are portraying here… and the song… breathtaking in lyric and in presentation… Thank you for sharing a part of your soul with us here this day…
Joseph, what a warm and touching comment. Thank you for seeing who I am, for being open to that truth.
sigh……I love that song
Hello Sharron. Yes, it speaks to our souls. I listened to it continuously as I wrote that post.
“I am free, as I am bound.” My favorite line. Lovely piece. xxx
Thank you. It is the truth. “There is no greater freedom than giving up control.” The D/s Gods gave me a shorter version of my mantra last night.
Love this…
Thank you, Mari
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Thank you.