That’s my good girl. Following your instructions so well. Remember, baby. It all changes in here. You’re still the strong, confident woman you are by day. You’re still the fearless, opinionated, take charge, courageous woman that turns me on with her drive, will and strength. None of that is ever different.
But in here, you can let go. In here, you give me the reins. In here, you let me take charge and free your mind, even if it’s just temporary. In here, you don’t need to lead. In here, you can always trust me to use the power you give me responsibly. Let me give you what you need. What you desire. What you crave.
*Wildflowers *You Don't Know How It Feels *Time To Move On *You Wreck Me *It's Good To Be King *Only A Broken Heart *Honey Bee *Don't' Fade On Me *Hard On Me *Cabin Down Below *To Find A Friend *House In The Woods *Crawling Back To You *Wake Up Time
"Mother Earth" By Giclee Giclee (Photo)
"Wake Up Time"
You follow your feelings, you follow your dreams You follow the leader into the trees And what's in there waiting, neither one of us knows You gotta keep one eye open the further you go
You never dreamed you'd go down on one knee, but now Who could have seen, you'd be so hard to please somehow You feel like a poor boy, a long way from home You're just a poor boy, a long way from home
And it's wake up time Time to open your eyes And rise and shine
You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance You hang out forever and still miss the dance And if you get lucky, you might find someone To help you get over the pain that will come
Yeah, you were so cool back in high school, what happened You were so sure not to have your spirits dampened
But you're just a poor boy alone in this world You're just a poor boy alone in this world And it's wake up time Time to open your eyes And rise and shine
Well, if he gets lucky, a boy finds a girl To help him to shoulder the pain in this world And if you follow your feelings And you follow your dreams You might find the forest there in the trees
Yeah, you'll be alright, it's just gonna take time, but now Who could have seen you'd be so hard to please somehow
You're just a poor boy a long way from home You're just a poor boy a long way from home
And it's wake up time Time to open your eyes And rise and shine 'Cause it's wake up time It's time to open your eyes And rise and shine
In truth, a satisfying orgasm is a spiritual realization more than a technical accomplishment. The flesh is not apart from the spirit. The body is an ecstatic creation of many beings vibrating on other levels of consciousness. A deep orgasm is a realization of love on many levels, including those which many of us now think of as ‘animal.’ Love, getting into the same space or on the same vibration with others, is the ground of our being, and takes an infinity of forms. As in all other experiences, we always have the sexual experience we deserve, depending on our loving-kindness towards ourselves and others.
~Thaddeus Golas, The Lazy Man’s Guide to Enlightenment
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known losses like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle.
This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I am hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.
And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
* Star-Spangled Banner ~ Jimi Hendrix~ Live At Woodstock * Rockin' In The Free World ~ Neil Young ~ Freedom * American Baby ~ Dave Matthews Band ~ Stand Up * American Girl ~ Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers ~ Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers * Pink Houses ~ Jon Mellencamp ~ Uh-HUH * Born In The USA ~ Bruce Springsteen ~ Born In The USA * America the Beautiful ~ Ray Charles ~ Ray Charles Live 1972 * America ~ Simon & Garfunkle ~The Concert In Central Park * American Pie ~ Don McLean ~ American Pie * U.S Blues ~ Grateful Dead ~ Mars Hotel
U.S Blues ~ Grateful Dead
Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck. Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain. Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band. Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan. Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. Back-to-back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act. We're all confused, what's to lose? You can call this all the United States Blues. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
There once was a girl who carried her heart in her hands. Trusting her most fragile possession with many. She believed people were good. That they loved like her. Protected like her. She left it at times with the undeserving. Pouring out all the love in hers to fill theirs. Some left traces of their fingertips and bruises. Others ripped tiny shreds from it to patch their own. While still a few held her precious heart between their hands and squeezed the remaining droplets of life from it. A mangled mess beneath their feet. There was not enough thread in the world to piece it competently back together. To make it beautiful and whole. So she hid it away. Ashamed of her carelessness. Of her recklessness. Of being too trusting and giving too much. Endlessly suffering from an empty heart that came with an insurmountable weight. Buried deep in the hollows of her chest. It stays. It waits. For what she is not sure. To hear the beating of her heart reverberating through her soul once more. For a love to come and gently nudge it awake. For deserving hands. Hands that will hold it so tenderly. So delicately. As if it was the last, most precious heart on earth.
“It’s hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That’s part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can’t refuse anything and can’t even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.”
