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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. 

I love when I find one of my poems from my deleted blog, or in this case, they find me. @owithadash2point0 - thank you!

An Understanding.

I believe you finally understand. Anywhere means.... anywhere. Anything means anything. And mine means only. completely.

Pretense

Let's not pretend that any touch means anything but "mine."

At Our Best

Every time I see you anew, I am unsure. A tender kiss? A ravaging? Domination or a focus on your beautiful pleasure? At our best, it's all four.

After

After.

After. After it all. After the rough filling. The bruising of your softest tissues. The marks. The taking of more than your body. After one more orgasm than you believed possible. After you are left breathless and limp. Spent. After all that, still... the tiniest of smiles.

Again

From across the room, I watch. I have seen you naked. I have seen you with walls. I have seen you unbridled, surrendered, wild. I have heard you cry out and heard you cry. Seen you bound and seen you free. And in all I have seen, I have loved you. And will love you still when I see you naked, no matter its form, again.

The Culmination of Assurance

It is the after. After the surrender. The taking. The sweet ravaging with all its pain and desire. After the orgasm. and the next orgasm and the last, forced orgasm, and we are both spent, and we fall together in silken tenderness, so sure of our love we could weep, this, the after, the culmination of assurance.

A Particular Love

I have a particular love

Of desecrating the innocent,

Particularly

Those who do not think they are.

Consent

It has always about what you offered. And how far I would take it.

That does not change, but know this, there comes a place of offering where I will take all of you to a new place that will leave us both transformed.