Big double wooden doors
Behind them darkness of old things
Hard blunt no softness
Stand here
Undress
Vulnerable
Feelings of hiding
Blind fold
Sense lost
Others ignite
Hearing chains
Feeling rope
Bound, helpless
Skin tingling
First strike
sweet sound
sweet pain
Another strike
Now beginning to fly and fall
Whack the rope holds me there
Tip toes curling
Every kiss every strike every touch
An explosion of fireworks bursting out
The flight, feelings of breaking through a storm
The release from everything
I hear only him
Serenity
center
consistent
protection
My love.
His arms his reach his gaze
gentle
Kind
The undescribable power he holds
The owner of my being
Driven but Devine.
My Sir
My teacher my guide
True real integrity like no other
Promise keeper
Giver of hope which is life
My passion
My safety
Devotion
Service
My love
To honor you always
We are home
💜🌷💜
