If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

You know my scent

You know my hearts beat

Your fingers rake through my hair, gathering into a  fist.

Tighten your hold, pull my head back. 

Your teeth rake across my throat.

You growl into my ear- MINE

My body runs cold, I shiver

My mouth gapes, sharp intake of air

Spin me down

On my knees

Stare down at me, hand on the back of my head

Thumb to my lips, pushing in

Eager, and needing,

Guide me.

Choke me 

Kiss me 

Lick me

Bring me to my knees

I’m not really one to brag and draw attention to myself. But I am now able to show who I am, I'm letting fears go and releasing the past clutches that have held me back. 

look at this ass! I love having muscles, love the feeling of squeezing and flexing. 

riding 5-10miles a day, weightlifting and good ol’ Volga German beet farmer genetics - built this ass! 

my goal by summers end 2026 is to be able to crush a watermelon between these stunning legs.  

if you look closely you see no lines  😜  

My softness is to sharpen your strength, and your strength deepens my peace

I come to you to serve and be.  
I bring such care. 
to be yours 

My body is a canvas. 

 Your brushes to color me.

Lovely strokes broad and defined dance across my skin.

Tears streak my face.

Joyous cries pass my lips.

Rising up on toe tips.

Dancing with love

Colors deep and rich

Depth of feelings

Proud of each blossoming color

Admiring each day

Watching the colors fade over time.

Bright and deep 

To faded chalk dustings

Colors so beautiful

So loved 

Touching them, memorizing them

Closing eyes, feeling them deeply

A dusting of colors across my canvas

Reveal me, slowly pull the veil away from my soul, unwrap my shattered and repaired heart, wipe my tears away.

Slowly kiss me, holding me close, showing me the true light, and teach me the ways.

Bare my body of flesh and blood next to yours. Show me your scars and your joys.

Take control of my being, the being I've handed to you. 

Guide the ropes across my flesh, binding us as one. Piercing my skin until the red blood runs red across the white

Have you ever wanted to start your day, sitting with someone close, having coffee and chatting all things, just sitting and hearing their voice? Oh that is what I desire. 

  Ropes are inanimate objects, they hold no feelings. 

But in skilled hands they become so much more.

They carry the life, the words, the feelings of the hands they run through.

Ropes are nothing, they are simply fibers bound together and knotted.

But in skilled hands they become lines connecting one point to another. Holding strong and true.

Ropes simply just are.

But in skilled hands they lust after, desire, devour, tether to, build trust, draw out, trust, and love pure and deep. 

But… in untrained hands

They become lashings in pain and anguish

They weather and become worn

They hurt and consume

They hate and burn 

They restrict 

They take

They kill

I’m just sitting here in the wee hours of the morning   Sipping coffee  editing a book  typing blog ideas   Thinking about work tonight   Thinking about someone.  I wonder do other people ever look out in the direction of the person they are thinking of   I know that I do  

i will step outside and look off to the distant horizon of their location and think…soon. 

I prefer the dark aesthetics of Victorian and Gothic style Christmas  the rich deep colors, candles lit  krampus post cards hanging on a string   The Yule cat  over the buffalo plaid and old pick up with the tree in the bed decor  

don’t get me wrong I do have the nostalgia of 70’s and 80’s decor or multi colored twinkle lights  jerky animatronic Santa’s  trees covered in silver tinsel  I love laying under the tree as a child and listen to the chirping bird ornament