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He watched as she awkwardly coiled the thin, chocolate brown rope three times around her small wrist. He smiled at her as she pulled at the end with her teeth...tightening the knot. She smiled widely at him...the love shining in her eyes, her excitement palpable. He took her hand, cupping it gently in his, palm upward. He brought her wrist up to his lips and gently kissed the knot secured there.

"This is a symbol of what's to come, sub" , he told her.

And ...

English seems particularly poor in its grasp of kissing. We have a hundred synonyms ("smooch"), some unattractive ("snog") but precious little subtlety. The Romans knew that the kiss on my child's forehead doesn't even come from the same universe as the kiss my lover hopes to spray across me.

osculum: a friendship kiss
basium: an affectionate kiss on the lips
suavium: a lover’s kiss

The Germans are even more inventive, knowing that ...

Kneeling on the cold, hard floor. Naked, my head bowed, eyes downcast. Knees invitingly apart and my wrists crossed behind my back. I wait.

I gasp when he finally touches me and my heart begins to race. He stands before me but i keep my eyes to the ground. His fingers lightly caress my face and stroke my hair. I can't help but smile and savour his touch.

Abruptly he stops and walks purposefully across the room. I daren't look but the rest of my senses are keenly ...

I originally posted this poem on September 7, and it was lost in the subsequent server crash. My thanks to the indefatigable chip for having saved it.

A sort of tribute to a woman's quiet realization.

I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the dignity
of matter. I love the open ocean
blue-grey-green of his iris, I love
the curve of it against the white,
that curve the sight

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Dear Sir,

I sat in the park today and as it is with most of my quiet moments, i thought of you.

In quiet contemplation i passively stared at the dry, tawny carpet of leaves on the grass.

A sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves and they rolled and danced across the lawn and into the air. Some spiralled in mini whirlwinds before laying down to rest as the wind subsided. Dormant until the next uplifting burst livened the leaves again.

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It's a day about love, an emotion that we too often screw up. We expect effortless magic, neglect the work, ignore the risk. In truth, it's harder and more bitter than we wish. It's work. Anais Nin once wrote, "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

But you already knew that, didn't ...

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He lay in his bed thinking of what today would bring. Today would be the telling point for his slave for today he will teach her to pleasure him. He lay there watching her sleep in the stalks he started to masterbate knowing if he went in now he would not last long so he soon found himself with a llarge erection that soom blew its top he cleande him self off and watched the girl wake up with a start. she started screaming.
Master sir please I need to use the rest room please let me ...

She laid on the cold floor crying untail sleep over took her waking many times in the night reliving her nightmare in her mind. she had thought that first day in the food court, wow he is good looking but thought he was totally out of her league, but then when he came up and flirted with her she thought wow could this be really happening. she thought as he stood in her door way ,have I died and gone to heaven as she saw the beautiful roses and the car he must have spent a fortune on the car! ...