Musings from the dragons heart

It is said any port in a storm,

But what if you cannot reach that port,

The white stallions thunder into you,

The coldness drags at you,

The darkness grasps at you,

Pummelled bruised you seek your port

Yet in that tempest a beacon of light.

In that moment you glimmer a light,

Warm, encouraging safety,

You struggle, guided,

Towards the safety of that port,

Into its embraces,

Allowing its arms to embrace you, warm you, provide for you.

This is the responsibility of a true Dominant,

The storm of instas in left behind as you enter the realm of piece and nurture

You reflect, glance in the mirror at the flotsam and jetsam that call themselves Doms,

 You enter a new chapter safe in the knowledge that your harbour is secure from the grasping arms.

FLORADRAGON

Keep on loving,

Live in a rhythm with life, your love, the world.

Love the environment around you, the beaches, butterflies the bees,

Planting trees, kicking leaves, grazing knees.

Declare your love for each other, declare your love for the world,

Embrace your life, your past, look towards your future.

If each of of us were more open and caring,

Maybe just maybe harmony would be the norm.

But sometimes, just sometimes the norm is not enough,

Therefore bend over my love.....

You need a spank....

Kisses, kisses, kisses,

No a spank....

0ooo kisses, kisses, huggies,

No a spank...

Loads of kisses, kisses, kisses pwease....

No a spank....

Pwease, pwease kisses, kisses, kisses, huggies, huggies, huggies,

Ok,

Sighs with contentment a smile of victory,

A spank with loads of kisses

Oh.

 

Floradragon

For all those have served in the armed forces, my friends and family - friends who never returned from Iraq, family who never came back from WW1, as long as we remember you, you will live on.

Thank you

Floradragon

In Bushy Park I walk today,

Through the rivers of Autumn drops,

My feet kick up the waves of leaves.

Hand in hand with my loving sub

We talk of futures to be had,

Ice, candles paddles come to to mind,

But most of all the caressing hand, that loves, strokes, through pleasure and pain.

For chastisement may be needed across my knee you go,

A reproachful look pierces your eyes as once again the count 

One thank you my love,

Two for being there,

Three I am sorry,

Four truly sorry,

Well until next time......

FD

I sit in the park watching and listening,

Talking of the future to be and the history of days prior,

Mistakes I have made on stormy days,

Smiles I had and made.

The smile I see now on your face warms my heart,

Just being me brings happiness and hope

To you.

I commit my future to you as guider, protector and Dom.

My heart will grow and flourish with you (and the family).

My future is with you my love.

Join with me and share my dream,

Look at the grass and see the myriad of greens,

The rolling hills, the distant trees erect majestic owning the ground they stand upon.  

Feel the wind, warm yet gentle,

The sun touching your hair,

The stream dancing down the mountain,

Ripples across the mirrored pools,

A canopy of blue with dappled clouds conducting their graceful dance,

A bird sings a song that sounds unique, yet heard before,

In the air the scent of a thousand flowers.

My love for you is like a gossamered cocoon of light,

Warm, safe, enveloping keeping you safe,

Illuminating your life, guiding you by my side.

FD

After waking at an unearthly UK time that I would simply record some thoughts going through my mind.

I am a person who is embracing the scene, I have been told that I am a gentleman Dom by a number of people, but most importantly of all my adoring submissive, with whom we are exploring our life journeys together.

But I am intrigued by people, how many of us here whether in chat or simply logging on check out the profiles of new members, or even some of the older members? I know that individuals have the right to say as little or as much as they want, but many of us will look at a profile and judge immediately. In many of these instances we will be right, the insta, predator, victim screams out. I have seen phrases, 'take you to the edge of death and back', 'no limits', 'no safe word', seen the typical male name joined profile - some of these people then scream that they are not taken seriously, cant get a submissive, Dom/Domme. Do some people even read what they say about themselves then self reflect on the words. 

The self proclaimed 'expert Dom' after 2 years in the life style is a prime example, I have a mantra you live to live and never stop learning therefore I would never class myself as an expert. I did have a run in with this style of alleged dom, who after 'reading' my submissives profile decided to approach her directly, (it says any approach is through me), I politely responded explaining the dynamics to he messaged, 'fuck off dickhead' then blocked me shame as I thought we were getting along. This person is still active and clearly respects people.

By the way anyone else wanting to 'buy' my wonderful submissive, she is priceless.

I may hold old fashioned values at times, I always have believed that part of the attraction off a gift is the unwrapping, the anticipation - so what is is with the dick pics men? Are people so shallow, lacking self confidence that they cannot express themselves adequately without displaying themselves. I do wonder about Dom/Dommes displaying intimate pictures too, but maybe this is just my morals. For me beauty is in the whole originating deep in the eyes  and is lead by a personality. Yes you may have a big dick but can you hold a conversation?

Right enough of my ramblings hours kip then work calls.

This was written half asleep hope it makes sense.

Through the stormy nights of Autumn,

Deep in the snow laden crevice's of Winter,

I am there for you.

Allow my heart to melt the ice, warm the soul,

Allow my hand to caress and chastise,

Allow my body to sooth and console during you darkest times.

For I am you Dom,

With you I am complete,

Together we make one.

Like white winged dove,

Soaring away from its prickle of a nest,

My life moves forward,

I can sit, reflect, blame, regret, doubt.

Reflections can be distorted to meet your imagination of what you believe you once were or did,

i am ready to see me for who I am,

I am ready to approach my next chapter in my life written in my own hand, for the first time I feel I have control.

Central to that is Roaming Wild who opened my eyes, taken me to places I have only really imagined.

We now on a journey to the future allowing fate to guide us, (it has done us well so far).

To all those who have spoken to me, befriended me and read my blogs I thank you, without you I would not be here.