She has been wandering
Not sure of her direction
Following the scent
Another dimension.
Her sacred desire
Coming alive
Unearthed by him
Keeps moving
Continues to rise.
She senses him
Before he speaks
His heat
His eyes.
He senses, he knows
He sees her skin glow
He sees her soul
Gently exposed.
He slowly observes
Learns all he can
She leans into him
Finally free.
The voices...
All around me..
Happy, angry, sad, laughing, singing...
Sounds of emotional expression
Life's impressions
One being strongest
Used to be mine...
Toying with my thoughts
Insanity entwined.
She's fading now...
In such a better way,
A stronger voice prevails
Dominant and caring in his ways...
What the voice does to me
His voice alone...
Is more than I can find words for
Yearning for more.
How one voice
Can soothe me so much
Is a gift no one can touch.
The digital word will never compare,
To hearing him remind me
Treasure me
Reassure me
He is always there.
?
Words carry such power. Evoke bold emotions. Create imaginations and creative arts.
Words carry power.
I am getting ready to leave therapy meds check in. I always tell myself not to cry, don't be a baby...
Power.
I am squelching my feelings and healing if I surrender to the power of those words.
Strength.
I am a survivor. I struggle but most people would never be able to "read my room" because this is not an integrated part of their lives. For me, it's forever.
Strength.
Allowing myself to weep as necessary and not be ashamed about it. Being able to let out a flood of emotions and then back to business.
Strength.
Never ever letting anyone who hurts you, win
Strength always wins.
I will make sure that the only way in will be a test of time.
Don't.....
Trust only words.
Don't...
Trust secrecy.
Don't...
Trust silence.
Don't...
Trust hollow promises.
Don't...
Undervalue who you are.
Don't...
Forget your worth as a submissive.
Don't...
Compromise what you want or who you are.
Don't...
Ever settle for less.
Don't...
Be afraid to walk away if you feel unsafe.
Don't...
Stay silent on what your wants and needs are.
Don't...
Accept excuses that make no sense.
Don't...
Chase what was never meant to be yours.
Don't...
Ever forget how amazing YOU truly are.
Don't...
Feel guilty for standing up for yourself.
Don't...
Ever be a doormat.
Just...
Don't.
When....
Such a simple word
But one of so much frustration.
When...
We wait, wonder, worry...
When...
Boundaries pushed without respect or regard.
When...
You have so much to say
But can't, because there isn't that one yet...
When...
You wonder why anything matters because your words go ignored, like some kind of conquest.
When...
You realize
It is just you again.
When...
Does the right time or chance ever come.
When....
Today I planned my day
And found out at the last
That sometimes I worry too much
That life just moved too fast.
I tell myself it will all be okay,
Because it has to be, right?
Maybe one day.
I don't keep secrets
But from myself
I can be open with most
Everyone else.
Sometimes it is hard
To say how I feel
It's something new, something surreal.
I can't help but wonder, why me,
So many others, for the eyes to see.
I know what I want
I have to wait
And in the meantime,
Fight the words
That leave me
To fate.
Not what it seems,
I try to remember my dreams
Of whom I used to be...
The girl I was
The woman I was
The soul I craved to be.
Buried for years,
In isolation,
Hiding what I did not understand.
Realizing
With each year past,
My destiny
Of whom I am meant to be.
Embracing the apparent darkness,
Pulling myself in closer,
Allowing myself the room
To end the isolation.
I am finally free.
Rigjt now, I am 50. I have been a submissive long before I knew what that meant. It is a natural part of me, and not something I can just turn off.
I have had some D/s relationships in the past that did not work out, for various reasons, and two of those were collared ones. When any relationship fails, I tend to withdraw into myself to figure out what I did wrong.
That is a fallacy.
First, it is not always my fault. Yes, I make mistakes,but I admit them. If I see a situation for what it is, and red flags flying like the wind, I am in my right to walk away, certainly more so when a potential Dominant doesn't speak to me with no explanation, does not get to know my mind, and feels everything is the submissive's fault, period. No. That is simply not always the case.
Another fallacy...my age makes me undesireable. Well, for some, perhaps. Those are the ones who choose to look only on the surface, rather than get to know the true me. I am more than big blue eyes and a smile. I read, am creative, love real, equally shared conversations. The romance along with the kink. I am far from stupid and will stand up for myself. If anything, my age has blessed me with wisdom, experience, and the ability to learn things I may not have otherwise. Just because I am 50, doesn't mean I am dead and yes, everything works very well. Stereotypes are not always true.
Another fallacy...you cannot be submissive with kids in the home. Au contraire. In fact, there are a variety of ways to be very subtle with the relationship and the children never know. Wearing a certain color. Not wearing certain clothing. A touch or a glance that appears innocent, but known only between the two. Intimate moments that are not sexual in nature that create a stronger, loving bond. Creativity is essential, as well as mastering discretion.
These have been a few of the negatives I have encountered, but that will never stop me. Knowing what you want is the first step in knowing yourself,and once you can do that AND clearly articulate that to a potential Dominant, more successful interactions will find you. If the person doesn't align with what you seek, keep moving.
Everything will be okay, and that is NOT a fallacy.