I was talking to a gentleman the other day, you know the usual…humiliation, degradation, torture. He told me that I frighten him, he actually told me I instill fear in him! How delightful! I cannot even describe in words what those words do to a woman like me. I only wish I could smell that fear on him. Knowing how his blood rushes, adrenaline coursing through his body, because of little ol’ me? Wonderful! I wonder, does flight or fight kick in for submissive men when they feel this way? I guess that is what bondage is for!
Hidden Desire
I have never once spoken with you
not a whisper of my hidden desire
yet I’ve often considered morning’s dew
the intimate reflections so often acquired
and within each thought another can be seen
capturing the moment you take from me the air I breathe
Take me There
Take me to where the wind and melodies meet
Somewhere far beyond the very breath I breathe
I have long desired a small taste of your arousal
Just enough to let me know beauty surrounds us
Oh, to be ensnared by whispers of honeysuckle
And quiet movements that seem soft and supple
Take me there where the melodies melt my heart
And softly caress my soul until you and I create art
~ wind whisperer