Rewakening

She strides confidently. 

Head held high.

Once doubtful of her beauty.

Now fully aware of her allure.

Taking a seat on her throne, she surveys the crowd.

They grovel at her feet.

Wishing to gain her approval.

Desperate to know her charms.

One by one they approach.

They state their experience and accomplishments.

Hoping to impress.

She questions each, finding only a few worthy.

Maybe they will have the honor of speaking with her.

Maybe not.

Only she will decide.

She waves to the crowd and leaves them behind.

Back at the palace, she enters the large bedroom.

Her King awaits.

Head bowed, she approaches.

Kneeling at his feet.

He has earned her submission.

With integrity and grace he has won her trust.

She aims to please him at every turn.

He has made her his queen.

His adoration is hers alone.

The world will never know or understand.

Only they can comprehend the depth of their bond.

With storm clouds brewing and darkness never far.

With insecurities, anxieties, sleepless nights and doubt constant companions.

The heaviness of the world can be overwhelming at times.

Straining against the demons within.

Fighting the incessant pain.

Looking for relief.

Doesn't humor have a place at the table?

In the playlist of the dynamic is always the usual sounds.

Moans of pleasure.

Whimpers of desperation.

Begs for mercy.

Screams of orgasmic delight.

Purrs of contentment.

But I argue that giggles of childlike glee should also be included in this soundtrack.

Moments of shared levity.

Conversations of completely silliness.

Poking fun at the lunacy surrounding us.

Isn't it said that laughter is the best medicine?

Why not share a healthy dose whenever possible?

Why not bathe in the joy it provides to the partner that needs its healing power?

Stripping off the mask of tragedy and donning that of comedy.

I say it's a nice balance to offer.

Stood alone on a mountain top
Starin' out at the Great Divide
I could go East, I could go West
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin'
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin'

Roll, roll me away
I'm gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin', gotta keep ridin'
Keep searching 'til I find what's right
And as the sunset faded, I spoke
To the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
Next time
We'll get it right

Bob Seger

The world sees her smile...shy, unpretentious.

Her gleeful stride as she explores it's beauty and wonder.

The humility of her dance as she's engulfed in a song.

Her sweet tender voice as she softly sings along.

There's beauty in her soul, so giving and kind.

Sharing love with those that most ignore.

The world sees an angel, innocent and childlike.

But wait, there's so much more...

He hears her sigh as the collar is buckled snugly on her neck.

The thump of her knees as they drop to the floor.

He feels the warmth of her mouth on his rigid sword.

Pleasing him so fully...so eagerly.

He knows her calm as she willingly gives him her power.

Trading choice for obedience as he takes her completely.

She surrenders to him but finds her deepest needs fulfilled.

For within her exists an undeniable storm.

She is an enigma to some but to him she's complete.

When together, her eyes reflect her devilish innocence.  

 A dichotomy only to those who do not comprehend.

Nimbus clouds gather as I walk slowly through the park.  My mind filled with the worries of the day.  

Bills to pay.

Work stress.

Family illness.

Romance struggling.

Too many other factors to consider at once.

I find the familiar bench and sit.  Alone with my thoughts I close my eyes. Breathing deeply, trying to find my center.

Moments pass.  How many?  There is no way of knowing but slowly, gently the music begins.  Closer and closer, gathering instruments.  

Eyes remain closed but I know the musicians are close.  They play magnificently, the stresses of the world melting away.  Note after beautiful note lifting my spirit.  I feel free.

As I listen, I feel the sun emerge.  It's warming rays against my face.  Bringing a second level of joy to my being. A complete and utter sense of calm envelops me.

The music continues as I surrender to it's beauty.  Sun warming my heart, transforming something within.

I'll never know how long they played.  The duration is irrelevant.  I'll never even know if they were real.  They may have existed only in my mind.

I do know that I walked back home in a gentle rain a changed man.  No longer wallowing in self-pity I changed my life.  I lived more fully.  Open to each moments gifts.  I found me and will always be grateful for that day and that experience in the park on that dreary day.

Athletes refer to being in the zone

Peripheral thoughts dissolved

Calm 

Confident

Each movement flowing naturally

Unscripted, the scene emerges

Approaching my willing but helpless partner

Each step building the welling need

So close now

Deep breaths

Reading the energy flow

Knowing her deepest desires

Coordinating each for maximum effect

No words necessary

Gentle touches elevated to powerful thrusts

Supreme tenderness to animal lust

We unite as one in our intimate dance

Power exchanged

Joyful exhuberance

Are there adequate words to truly express the totality of it all?

From the first moment

Furtive glances

Evaluating

Looking away only to return

Intrigued but apprehensive

Now holding the gaze

Flirting

Teasing 

Acknowledging attraction

Opening to possibilities

The moment of surrender 

Rolling back with pleasure 

Fluttering 

Staring blankly

Savoring the moment

Complete calm

Serenity

Every step

Every phase

Each moment

The eyes have it

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

The slow, steady sound of rain drops falling from the open window, marking out the seconds.  

Bound securely...naked...spreadeagle...blindfolded, the minutes pass.

The scent of his cologne still lingering; now mixing with the sweet smell of spring rain.  

Anticipation growing.  Waiting for his touch.  Those strong hands which had carefully secured each knot surely have hidden intentions.  Unlimited potential for pleasure and pain.

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

Is he nearby?  Watching each moment of sweet agony?  Guaging the growing need?  Sensing the burning desire building within?

First meeting.  First kiss.  Each piece of clothing removed without a word.  Surrendering control as he stripped you bare.

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip 

Breathing deeply.  Trying to control the urge to struggle against the thick ropes.  Hoping to seem disciplined and calm when every nerve is now screaming out.  Every long suppressed desire is now running rampant within.

Tears begin to well.  Nipples hardening.  Moistness spreading.  

Moments...endless...counted out only by....

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

Days grow longer

Temperatures rise

The cold of winter slipping away

Spirits rise

Time to plant

The promise of a beautiful garden

Selecting the most promising seeds

Anticipating their beauty

Picking the perfect location for each to reach its full potential

The perfect soil with just the right amount of sun

Once planted...watering daily...nurturing

Patiently awaiting signs of life

Then success

Greenery shown

Each day maturing before our eyes

Finally a bud

Then a beautiful flower

Encouraging growth

Nurturing and caring for what has begun

Love shared

Praise from all who stop by

Some never blossom

Remaining unfulfilled promise

Sadly forgotten as summer arrives

But the garden thrives

Color everywhere

All begining with a simple seed

You know the view at the top will be magnificent.

The path is arduous

Steep cliffs

Rocky terrain

Unclement weather

The darkness of night brings doubt

Then...out of nowhere

A fellow traveler joins the ascent

A kind spirit

Encouraging

We laugh at the insanity of it all

Sharing trials and tribulations

Acknowledging our human flaws

The journey now pleasant again

Heart filled and inspired

Maybe the goal was never the sumit