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The Balance
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Jun 1, 2010 9:16 pm
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I love spring rain
because when you breathe in
it smells like roses.
On this path of blooms and rain
I tread lightly
So not to disturb the balance.
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Devour
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Jun 1, 2010 8:48 pm
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Too many dark nights spent
waiting for you
Examining the depths of my own wicked soul,
Wondering when you will show me your beast.
I feel it so close now,
breath heaving in its breast
As you fight Your losing battle for control
Watching Your feverish eyes and waiting
To Devour You.
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Fangirl.
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May 27, 2010 8:21 pm
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Fangirl. You who share my desires,
As you are adored by the One whom you worship.
You lounge as his muse and feed him
your nectar.
Fangirl. It is the beauty in your eyes he sees
as he looks to your heart to find it pure.
i also have my muse who makes me grovel
for every drop.
Fangirl. Your Prince writes of love and song
and the pleasure he finds at his fingertips
caressing you.
i write of beasts as mine calls to the darkness
wanting release.
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Meaning and Context
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May 27, 2010 8:09 pm
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Fifty-two blows, your hands on my ass
have no meaning nor context when the flesh
becomes hardened and has to settle
for the choices we've made.
Instead, a kiss sets me aflame
As his lips convey the meaning behind the facade
And i shiver as his hands
make me cum.
My beast forever haunts me and seeks what is more
violent and meaningful within a
context of sin. Crying out in despair
my soul calls to you in the night
If you listen closely you can hear me scream
my frustration.
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Reaching Out
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May 26, 2010 9:03 pm
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You would let me be degraded
a fucktoy and laugh at my distress
it will happen on the terms of a slave
who has been neglected,
Fuck You! i am more pure then that,
i am a good girl and show that
only few may touch me.
But oh it is sooooo what they want to do.
I was out of uniform tonight, outside the box
just another facet of me.
Art and the deep penetration of the psyche
are what interests this girl.
You don't have to penetrate me with the flesh
You have already done so
I need you more than ever and feel
each time you reach out to me.
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Willingness, is it enough?
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May 25, 2010 10:44 pm
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Willing to be obedient to just One
To be a treasure
To be used and adored
And feel the feel of Master's largess,
on her tongue as she swallows.
And the feeling of skin as it cools
and tingles from Master's touches.
Wearing stripes proudly.
Wanting nothing more than another moment
at your feet.
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Before the torture
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May 24, 2010 7:44 pm
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I hate the waiting;
The night before Master,
should i touch myself?
Aching with desire my lips
remember the touch
i am so wet.
No one should have to suffer
this torturous waiting
before the torture begins.
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Blood
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May 23, 2010 12:23 am
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I am listening to the water on my skin
constant and surprisingly warm
have you come to caress me springtime?
I so want to feel the cool blood of you
on my skin, blood from the cut you/i make
as you push me out of the car against
your will.
My blood is yours as you will
never turned away.
Holding you now in my heart
as it is to be expected.
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Future
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May 22, 2010 11:44 pm
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It was the impression your fist left me
and the eyes; You embody my beast,
and that is why i look on you.
i wish i was not afraid like you
to take my punishment
raw and on my flesh.
You can't hurt me with your blows!
I want more to feel
I will prevail!
So painfully right.
There is much more if you would let me
warmth, submission, peace, yours.
But when you get out in the world
You will start again and be strong any
way you can.
I believe you will. Sir.
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The art of the kajira
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May 21, 2010 11:49 pm
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Thank You Sir, for allowing me to remember
The beauty of the serve,
In a room full of people each eye was drawn
to the intricacies of the steps
which came back as natural as drinking
to this girl.
You, who are a cynic are more so discerning
and this girl hopes you were not displeased,
with the brevity and lack of proper description
but instead sought to honor You with the obedience
You deserve.
A tinkling of bells on the whispering winds
in my mind often remind me of halcyon days
in the service of a household, even the lowliest
a valued member.
As i kneel and cross my wrists in fervent prayer
my hope is that one day i will be allowed
to continue my journey and practice the arts
of the kajira.
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