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The Master is an artist , His slave the clay, with the whip He will shape her , with humility He will mold her, Some will admire her, But only the Master, not even the slave, will know her true beauty, for her true beauty lies in her love for her Master. -J. Yednak-

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire." - Marge Piercy

Fuck it! The times those words have blurted from my lips…bursting from my psyche… Those times have occurred more often then I care to admit. I have existed so close to this edge for months…tense with frustrated anger one minute, only to dissolve into desperate hot tears of aching defeat. I never expected it to be easy, but I never dreamed it would be this hard.

Master is my rock. While I have bounced from one emotion to the next he’s never given up on me…on us. While he didn’t ...

I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn’t get myself to react.

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

~Rumi

​Tumultuous passion
Lustful desire
Dire craving
Slow it down
i just want to slow it down

Deep longing
Constant ache
Surrendering love
Hold me close
i just want you to hold me close

Souls entwine
Hearts collide
Kindred spirit
i am yours
i just want to be yours

Exhausted
Withdrawn
i keep trying
i lay at your feet
i live to lay at your feet

All that i am ...

It has been too long since i post here; and, for that I am sorry. However, I am back and ready to start writing once more.

I'm new here...I'm not sure what I'm doing here though. I feel terrified of never being able to turn back.

But I want you. I want to please you. I want to follow you anywhere. But you don't have a face.

~ When you can touch a wound and it doesn't hurt, then you know you have truly forgiven ~

Don Miguel Ruiz

She sees the look in Your eyes
Telling her to listen hard
Your order she is to fulfill
It is her life to do Your will

Her heart leaps with sheer happiness
As she walks away to do Your bidding
You watch her with Your loving eyes
As she obeys, much to Your surprise.

Surprise? But why,oh Mistress, Ma'am?
Has she been so bad all the times before?
Can You not see that for You this girl lives?
That to only You her ...