I handcuffed you to the bed
with my desire
I placed a blindfold over your eyes
with my seduction
I made you a slave
to my touch
I own you
I enslaved you
with my sensuous lips
and my silken skin
I taught you submission
with my soft hands
you gave yourself to me
but you own me
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
some one throw a bucket of water over Firemajic....erotic piece
The only one who can heal you is you.
So... whatcha doin' Friday night?
musichal going for the cheap laugh. Can you believe it? So out of character.
Yes, desire is its own bondage, forges its own chains. But you said it so much better. Sexy, too. Nicely done, you man whisperer.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep into our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
- Shakespeare, Merchant...Act 5
Originally Posted by escorial
lmao.... Escorial.... everyone knows you can't put out fire with water.... Thanks for reading and commenting... Peace always... jul
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Musichal, That is what I was trying to express... Thank you!
Sometimes the Master becomes the slave.... Desire creates a paradox... like addiction of any kind, you think you are in control-- but are unaware that the game changed... lol... something like that... Thanks for your comments ... Peace always... jul
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Love this one!
Dang. 50 shades of Fire. Liked it.
"Put not your trust not in princes, in the children of men,
in whom there is no salvation."
Psalm 146
Timely, isn't it?
I really like the imagery cast by the idea of silken skin: She was lovely and delicate in her voluntary servitude.
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. -Maya Angelou
Beautifully done,Jul. I think you have identified the universal addiction.
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I like this one. Conceptually, I like the way the power exchange goes both ways. I like the language, but that honest twist at the end is what really does it for me.
Wisdom is seldom boisterous.
-- a guy I know --
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