Peepers and seekers in the new night.
I promised you, and you I.
I will run to you . . .
if you will hold me in my time.
Tears dont see and blinds cant hide the real.
Digest my sorrow and I shall always delight in you.
I promise ~
I was talking with a dear soul and my friend, Ms Satindragon, and she suggested this concept - a challenge to post thoughts, comments, and pictures - representing a review of your previous week. I think it is a great idea! ?
I have realized just how important this site is to so many people. Some going through some of the toughest things this life can throw at us. (My heart hurts for you).
We are indeed a community .
My peeps ☺
I will not be participating in this round - my life at the moment is about as exciting as 2 snails having a napping contest. ?
So there it is - I challenge you to share and show what your rear view looked like this past week.
I had a long talk with the mighty oak that looms over my house - threatening my life and well being.
I said to him "I have the power to remove you, ya know". . .
"and I have the power to remove you!" He rebutted.
"But at what cost? Oh ancient one, at what cost? - you have battered and damaged my home, and I have done nothing to you!"
A period of silence insued between us . . .
Contemplation of our dilemma.
"I was here first" he stated, with resolve.
A tough fact to argue, he was indeed here long before me.
"I did not build this house here, but it is my home now - you leave your litter everywhere - every year - and you drop branches on me - some causing great damage".
We seemed to be at an impass.
"The sages of ages of many years gone by" the mighty oak said, after a long while . . . "we take nutrients from the soil of life, and we give back to the soil of life - we give the air that you breathe . . . .
Tell me human, what are the bones of your home made of?"
. . . . .
"Oak"
I said . . . .
With shame
He takes her hand . . . the waves crash,
Shawl and shame fall away ~
And they dance ~
Slow serenade,
To another time.
Teasing tips slip,
But he has her
Sway to and fro
And the waves crash
Sand and song - play, lovers ~ play
The setting smiles,
They dance ~
And the waves crash,
With-in.
I caught one on camera!! ?
*the picture is mine, the fairy isnt - couldnt find the artist to credit
Someone said to me my blogs seem to be "kinda dark" - so allow me to lighten things up a bit . . .
Rainbows
Kittens
Sunshine
Daisies
Marshmallows
Kisses
Holding hands
Cuddles
Sunsets . . .
. . .
Soft tears
. .
Pause . . .
Gray
Fear
Regret
Pain
Disturbance
Emptiness
Crimson
Rage!
Blood and guts!!
Dark angels . . .
Despair . .
. . . .
. . .
. . .
Well shit . . . . .
Sorry, I tried.
Heehee. ?
This morning, in the quiet dark - I heard a tree give up.
It saddened my heart.
Was it appreciated?
It grew from the ashes, tall and strong - it gave life.
The cracking - the resounding thud echoed in my mind for a long time - and the awkward silence that followed. . . . . .
So much can be heard in the spaces between.
So much can be said for the sights unseen.
I wanted a flower and got a queen
I wanted a voice to quiet her scream.
The setting sun cared for the day,
Knowing that none and nothing can stay.
But the moon promises, its not that way,
And rocks us all with her tidal sway.
I threw off the chill that shuttered my bone,
And counted the ripples of the stones ive thrown.
I think there are lessons, and in that ive grown.
The silence has given . . .
a more humble tone.
I'll see you tomorrow -
or maybe I wont.
In the stars that grant wishes,
or the ones that dont.
. . . . . .
I gripped your hair hard - pushing . . .
"Do it!" I demanded "DO IT! . . .
MAKE HER CUM!"
I swung my belt with wild abandon - "DO IT!"
This wasnt play - oh no . . .not this time - this was something else . . . Something deeper - more . . . 'necessary'.
You were sobbing into her pussy, I think that drove me. Your fists were white clenched, behind your back. That drove me more.
She made like she was struggling against her bondage, but it was difficult to tell - spred wide . . . helpless. Her outstretched arms were straining side to side . . .wrestling, but her hips were keeping a certain up and down rhythm. "CUM BITCH" I snapped at her, but my focus never left. I think subconsciously I was talking to both of you.
Your ass was a deep red, laced with purple welts . . . I didnt care, I kept swinging.
"MAKE HER CUM!"
I wasn't sure if it would happen or not, to be honest . . . But then . . . "Oh God!" . . . Her ass came off the bed, her entire body tensed . . . "Oh God!" . . . I tightened my grip, swung faster . . . "DO IT!" . . .
I think in that moment everything went slow motion. Her body shook - you were holding a fast, mezmorizing pace - almost like a machine . . . My machine. . .
Fucking alarm went off . . . ?
Happy Sunday ☺
