'I'm hard to love but I love so hard' -Daisy Gray: Down For You R, All my life I've been told I'm hard to love. I'm hard to love, but I love so hard.I thought that maybe I was hard to love because I love so hard.But I don't know how to love any other … Continue reading Intense; a love letter.
Today was the day I realized that the passion I had for what I believed was my purpose is...gone. Today I realized that deep within my soul, where there was once a raging fire, there is naught an ember to be found. The sparks of joy I once had, ignited by dutifully fulfilling my calling, … Continue reading The Perishing of Purpose
Cold winds swirl outside.A renewal for the soul.Warm cup in my hand. ♡ a happy haiku (I think- I've always been bad at haiku)
'Humble.' One word from his perfect mouth and she is on her knees, head resting on forearms, ass on full display. The deep purple lights are slightly disorienting as the blood rushes to her head; maybe she should have taken that a little slower, but she's just too damn eager to please him. The lights … Continue reading A night of new toys…
I survived. Maybe that's because I never really wanted to die, only to kill something within. I didn't know there were other ways to free myself. I was unaware that I could set my shattered soul aflame and rise again; lungs billowing smoke and ash covered wings. I didn't know I could fly. Or spit … Continue reading In retrospect…
Oh Darling, how you prayed for me. How you begged; Lord, send me an angel! Someone to guide and walk beside me. Someone to have and to hold and to keep and to love. And so I came to you; arms wide open, beating heart in hand. An angel indeed, fealty on raw knees. A … Continue reading Morningstar
(BDSM) A fitted braid of silver, A petite cluster of rings-(an illusion of Celtic remembrance),the glistening circle nestled perfectly in the hollow of her throat.Innocent. Innocuous. Just a pretty necklace…to the unknowing eye. Take note of the clasp. Or lack thereof. The unique closure with no release. The simple hoop.Innocent?Innocuous? she is Collared.she is Owned.she … Continue reading ‘Collared’
It’s a balmy mid-August morning as we pack up our equipment and bid our host’s farewell. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon while we load the hard cases and cameras into the backs of our waiting SUV. Per our closing tradition we say a short prayer, dab a spot of holy … Continue reading A Haunting at Hill View
A tiny poem.
I am a purple vase of sunflowers; slowly decaying on a dining room table.I am a beard of Spanish moss dangling from a Florida tree; a home to snakes, and new bird nests. I am teal blue ocean waves and white sand covered toes; a pile of broken shells left to the tides. I am … Continue reading I am . . .