Poetry and whatnot

So, sitting here on the start of my birthday, after having completed another revolution, I am thankful for the will power I have and for the little things in life that has made me who I am today. As I have a quiet day at home, aside from lunch with family, I have decided that the best thing about birthdays. . . .can you guess. . .yep, it's cake. Even though I waste all the frosting, CAKE makes the day!!!🤣🤣 For everyone with a sweet tooth today, I will have a piece for you. It's my birthday, I can eat the whole cake if I wanna😅

Take me to that place
Where my mind is not my own
Where the colours are more vivid
And the music has more tone
Where my senses all evaporate
And all that’s left behind
Are the pictures that you choose to paint
On the walls inside my mind

Let me drift on placid waters
Let me hang on crescent moons
Let me wander in it endlessly
Don’t let it end too soon

Take me to that place
Where I do not need to think
Write your stories on my body
Let your touch become the ink
Take me far away from here
Let the world outside us cease
Let me take your pain and give you tears
Our bitter sweet release

Take a walk inside my mind before you wander round my body.

Earn my trust and know my strength if you intend to own me properly.

Let me know that I am wanted before I give myself completely.

When you touch me, make me feel it, make me want more, make me need it.

Take me gently before you hurt me; touch my soul then give me pain.

Restrain me just to free me, show me all the things I crave.

I will be a willing vessel; I will give you all that’s mine,

If I’m wanted. If I’m needed. If you’re there inside my mind.

I miss the mind freeing pain, the complete shutdown.

Lost in the vibrations of your control, no lucidity.

The power behind the words, the thoughtless submission.

No need to control my world, watching the dissolution of my reality.

Reach inside distort the chaos, paralyze the fear.

Release me from my self-inflicted bondage, ravage my soul.

Expose and lay me bare, look over the weakness lying before you.

Feed on the tumult surrounding me, give me the peace of silence.

Take all I wish to give, push me over the edge then take the rest.

Do not listen to the falsa narrative falling from my lips.

See beyond the strength, look for the hidden things.

The battle is necessary to find the release.

Tear down the structure, it is a false façade.

Pull me from the insulation of my fears, drag me into my true destiny.

Make me into the obsequies possession I crave to become.

Still my mind

Steal my breath

Claim my soul

I'm so bored with my life right now. My small town with no kink factor, my job, my lack of sex, my hobbies. . . .All I can do for now is day dream about all the things I crave

I can feel your throbbing agony... it penetrates me to the core. I want you to run your tongue alone the bladed edge of my sorrow.

In your numbness I will make you feel again. As your pain licks blood in horizontal rivers from the cruelty of your whip.

Even though your eyes are cold, I can feel the turbulent heat rising from you, coming in waves through my sense of smell. The sweat of the day mixed with your tears roll down your skin and score the tracks my tongue will make once I am unbound.

There is nothing I cannot endure for you, the well of my pain is deep; at the bottom of the chasm of terror we met. As you ran your tongue upwards I began to breathe again. First with desperate gasps, then, as I acclimatised to the intense pleasure, my breathing became mounted upon soft, lapping moans.

Each time I cried out I could feel you feeling vicariously. You feel through me and I, in turn, give back to you the vast emotion you generated through your initial cruelty, the match and fuel consumed, left in warm bliss.

Subrosa

I am, let's just say, an acquired taste.

I am a contradiction to all I say. I am too controlled in my day to day life which makes things hard, (working on that and one day I will find a dom, not scared of that and will help me push pass what I can't) very strong willed, I'm blunt, I'm honest, I'm sensitive and feel things deeply, I dislike 97% of humanity and would rather be alone or in the company of one special person, I don't ask for help from anyone unless pushed on me, I'm loud but weirdly quiet in the same breath and I don't like small talk, I would rather sit in silence, and I'm a people pleaser even if it hurts me in the process. The list goes on and on

It has taken me years to be okay with all of this👆👆 and still to this day I have issues being okay with who I am. 98% of the people that come into my life have issues with me and I'm done trying to conform into what they think I should be. I've learned that I'm always going to be a lone wolf and my small tribe will flock to me sooner or later. I'm soooo sick of hearing that I am too much so I'm simply not going to listen any longer🙂

If you are having trouble today or if someone is on your ass

Always remember. . .You are beautiful and or Handsome and You are worth it and anyone in their right mind would love to know the real you. 

His hands on my throat

As he inches in with every stroke.

I feel the urge build in my throat.

I look him in the eye and say,

Tighten your grip.

The power of asphyxiation

Makes me drip

Kittymorgan

I'm in need of...
the passion of your kiss
the desire in your gaze
the embrace of your arms
the flirt of your words
the sound of your laugh

I'm in need of...
the sting of your slap
the strength of your grip
the heat from your breath
the command of your voice
the tease in your smile

I'm in need of...
the scrape of your nails
the tickle of your fingers
the bite of the whip
the pinch of your teeth
the pleasure from pain

I'm in need of...
the swell of your cock
the closeness of your body
the moans of your pleasure
the pounding of your heart
the growl from your throat

I'm in need of...
opening up new doors
closing painful wounds
having new adventures
learning more of myself
becoming a better me

I'm in need of... You

Whimsey_Ginger

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember

Khalil Gibran

Guess who's back😂

I have been away for some time now dealing with the virus stuff (work is horrendous) and just taking time for myself. I needed to revamp after feeling myself not having any umph to actually interact on social media or in real life, to be honest. You could say it's the price of being an INFJ, I guess or we can just blame it on my utter hatred towards most of humanity🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️. I hope all is well with everyone in these trying times