3 years ago. Friday, November 18, 2022 at 1:47 PM
Yeah, I did that ?
Yeah, I did that ?
Abstract - "a massive and extremely remote celestial object, emitting exceptionally large amounts of energy, and typically having a starlike image in a telescope. It has been suggested that quasars contain massive black holes and may represent a stage in the evolution of some galaxies.
"The rush of blood from aorta to ventrical,The warmth of the rising sun"
I pull another drag - lazer focused
On the drop of sweat ~
gliding down your cheek.
You know I know, its only me
You see.
Going insane?
Another round?
Im not entirely sure
your body
Could take
Another pound.
Wrists wracked with pain
Your glare dares
To go again.
You think im done,
Little one?
Ive just begun
Took first place in an air guitar contest with this song. I played till my fingers bled (which is really weird when you think about it)
Whats your favorite song right now?
No safe word?
I have had, on more than one occasion, experienced a subs desire to have no safe word. Surrendering completely to my whims.
Admittedly, the sadistic side of me toys with the idea of driving a sub to call her safe word (has never happened btw)
In any given scene, parameters are established because there are boundaries. But if the boundaries are removed, it changes the game. Im left facing my own boundaries.
(For the record, I am wholeheartedly in favor of safe words)
After 8 years.
For non-jewelers this is probably painfully boring ?
Skip to 9 minutes to see the finished product.
Ive been getting my creativity back. ?
A tear drop clings to lashes
Like a nail in the ashes
Double back on dreams
Stand becomes a lean
Passion forces the door
When it breaks
And hinges on more
The future and the past
Clash
And collide
Without you
By my side . . .
The sacred heet to find the seat
Of creation
In flight
Terminal velocity is always reached,
Isnt it?
Mankind takes a stand
Against demand
For a higher purpose
Undefined
Tenement
Why is right always void of light?
One and one and one
The plural singularity
Of I
She does not fear the mist
Or the road that twists
And turns
Her heart yearns
As mine
Beating in time
The post mental metal
Holds back the rage
Who's the demon?
Who's the sage?
He said he'd save you
Didnt he?
He said he'd be your
Unconditional friend.
Smile pretty for the camera
Polyester princess
It's all just glamour clamer
In the end . . . .
Periscope's turned
Kaleidoscope
And nothing matches
The plan.
There is no recompense
Pretty lady
But you can pretend.
I'll see your queen of hearts
And raise you all that
You dare to spend
All that you dare. . . .
To spend . . . .