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Beyond Expectations

I know what you are expecting. I can tell by the speed and depth of your breath. By the flush of your cheeks. By the way you nervously pull at your bonds, eyeing the implements of pain you so often need and fear.

But not tonight. No. Tonight, bound, you will be forced to endure nothing but my admiration, Caresses. Words of love. Gentle kisses everywhere. Adoration. Almost more than you can bear, so tender, you cry.

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Releasing the Collar

The hardest thing is to let go, release the collar after an age of your gift of submission, to see you, dressed for a world that can never own you as I do.

But, I smile as you rub the marks of collar and crop. The memories will hold me until you need what only I can give, and take what only you have.

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So many people believe submission is about forcing control. No, it is about surrendering control, and treating that surrender with all the respect it deserves.

And if you are fortunate, and have that kind of relationship, it is glorious. It is hard to go back. If you are more fortunate, you never will.

The Simple Truth

The simple truth is that you are beautiful. Always have been. Always will be. Perhaps none have seen it, too busy with their egos and fears, but that does not change what you are, only how you see yourself.

So let me capture you, with cameras and words, with the soft touch of a lover and the confidence of a man who knows the truth.

The simple truth. You are beautiful.

I am slowly finding the poems I lost in the Tumblr purge of my former site.

Serve Me.

Serve me.  Indulge my every whim and desire.  Give yourself to my pleasure,  and I will give myself to yours. 

The Problem

The problem is... The problem has always been that everything reminds me of you, and there is not enough time with you, for me to tell you how.

Deeper

Do not get me wrong.  I think you are beautiful.  I adore each curve,  the rise of your breasts,  Your hair, full, dark and wild.  The full, pink pucker of your lips,  the laughter and fear in your eyes.  You know this.  How many times have you caught me,  gazing, my eyes flowing like fiery silk on your every line,  hands caressing you  like the miracle you are?  But your beauty runs deeper,  fed by passion, the need to please,  all the way to helplessness,  and into the dark spaces we both crave. 

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This is one of the poems from my banished "The Other Poems" blog. I am always glad when I stumble on one, or find one on someone else's tumblr.

Every time you share a poem, you help me find one of the banned poems, and help me connect with lost connections because of the purge here.

M or F?

Male. The poems are about me and my love.

A Change in Mood

A Change in Mood

It seems so intimate. So gentle on a Monday morning. Both of us knowing there is a long day ahead. A morning as gentle as the dawn sun until I tell you just what will be happening tonight. What to wear. What not to wear. and just how much of you will be ravaged by how many.

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.