There are some things that touch us in our souls. The sound of sandlewood in my ears; warm like the embrace from the sun; setting in the hills, sunlight breaking through the branches.
In our memories, there are flavors that remind us of home. The bite of sea salt taffy in my cheeks; the mist of the ocean on my face as the chill of the wind whips my curls, too and fro.
Sometimes we see something, our hearts bursting with joy. A baby; being held by its mother so much love in her eyes it could spill over like a rainy Sunday.
On days when we just can't help but smile like a fool. The foggy memory of His laugh. A small chuckle that means more then the entire world in that moment.
When His touch is enough to send you over the edge. The cusp of an explosion; humming with the anticipation on the release of His maddening rhythm.
Senses are overwhelming my whole body, mind and soul. When it becomes to much the world seems like it is in a dark corner of the room; neglected and hopless, consumed with umbra all around.
There is my Master. He owns my soul, he owns my mind, he owns my body. He is my God. He is my Sun. My worries are His as my desires are His.
I am His to use and love. Like a favorite pet or person, I want to be at His feet forever. Peace is the very center of my place; submissive I kneel as I surrender.
-Pandaish