There are times
you hide away
preferring safety
feeling the world high above
looking down, casting judgment
And yet the She-Spirit knows
the smallest flowers are the most
cherished souls in the forest
touched by the hand of God
a Master’s creation
inspired, each unique
painted from his own palette
so open your petals
drink in the sun
you are a source of life to others
and you are not alone…

Leaves rustled and hot winds blew
My shirtless chest glistened in the hot sun
While men's strong backs strained against dock and lift

And as I walked to water's edge
Your naked form would rise to greet me
Those haunting eyes, full ******* and wanton hips
Beckoned me, "Come to me Sir.  All that I am is yours"

Yet she was a spirit, a nymph
Not meant for union with mortal men
So as my arms parted cool waters, I heard her cries
"I am so sorry Sir" as she disappeared forever into the depths

Draw your talons
Across my back
Tear deep at my flesh
I will die as prey
For the sweet taste
Of your lust

I see you
I can see into you
And even with your weak defense
Your eyes take me
To your beautiful depths
And one by one
I will open each little door
And enter every room
To consume your thoughts
Your dreams
And whatever else I choose
You will feign resistance
Like you always do
But I am three steps ahead
And it is much too late, my dear
For I already have you
And see it in
Your Eyes

She is not a sub
And may never be
Her inner voice
Convinces her of
A different choice

But her spirit wails
And her body lusts
For hard physical passion
Power exchange
Seed and submission

If you play with her
Deliver strength
Back her to a wall
Kiss her hard
Command her jaw

Use her
Discipline her
Drop her to her knees
It’s what she needs, and
She loves to please

She is not a sub
And may never be
Her inner voice
Convinces her of
A different choice

But her spirit wails
And her body lusts
For hard physical passion
Power exchange
Seed and submission

If you play with her
Deliver strength
Back her to a wall
Kiss her hard
Command her jaw

Use her
Discipline her
Drop her to her knees
It’s what she needs, and
She loves to please

Tree
***** wood
Your wrists tied
I rage for you
Ecstasy

I dreamed of my life
In the bold strokes of a painting,
The fierce choreography of a dance
And your tender caress, my dear

I looked for you, I did
Searching the ***** eyes of muses
And movements of ballerinas on stage
But saw only glimpses of you

And even today, my dreams
My vision and the deepest art of my soul
Are all about you my love
They are all about you