Favorite Poems, Writings & Pics...
Invisible Bonds...
by lady galadriel
The collar is tight about my neck
The restraints cut into my flesh
The chains clink as my body sways
The leather strikes harshly upon my flesh
I cannot see these restraints
I cannot hear the chains
I cannot smell the aroma of the leather as it soars through the air
I cannot because, in reality, they are not there...
Yet i feel the bonds, the helplessness, the pain...
Desperately i try to break free...yet i only bind myself more
I am frightened, i cannot breathe, i feel so alone
I look to You with pleading eyes...
please, please help me shed these restraints...
talk to me, share with me
please help me to feel again, to laugh, to love...
and to live!
I Need You
by lady galadriel
I need You to touch me...to hold me and to soothe me
I need You to listen to me...to talk to me and share with me
I need You to think of me...and protect me
I need Your strength...Your warmth, Your kindness
I need Your control...Your will, Your pleasure, Your pain
I need You!
"Are you still free?"
by taysia
He asks, "My dear, are you still free?" And the familiar fall of her heart gives way to its release...
She gathers herself and with a smile on her face that can only be heard and not seen, she replies..."Yes, Sir...i am." and the feeling remains.
She realizes once again with as little as six words, how empty she feels inside...to be wanted by many as they say, but taken by none...and she continues her journey in search of her One.
The One who will someday say..."My dear, are you still free?" and with those six words only a tear will fall at the awakening deep inside as she says..."no, Sir...i belong to You!"
i dedicate this poem to Benevolent Master...whose six words were my inspiration...thank You!
What?/Who?
by: taysia
What is it here
see seeks to find
thats greater than
the ties that bind...
What is it here
that shes been told
is stronger than
to have and to hold...
Who is it here
that from this day forth
will help her define
her sense of worth...
Who is it here
as she seeks a new start
that will show her the meaning
of till death do U/us part...
ok.....i saved this one for last....for its a long one, but incredibly beautiful! it's depth is wonderous...and if one really takes the time to read and feel it, it will take Your breath away!
Discovery of Dominance...
~and~
The Dance of Dreams...
-T. Walters-
copyright 1997
awakening...
It happens as an egg hatches, a flower blooms, or a storm develops new while still an ancient force...The dance of desires, of dreams...of fears that comfort like a warm home...Something as natural to embrace as breath, as sunlight, as darkenss. A birth of something very old formed of all emotions mixed into one power, one goal. It is fear ~ desire, pleasure ~ pain, hope ~ dread. Nothing is left out. It is life complete. It is my life now, it is me. It is us.
Was it her eyes, a sigh, or a fleeting touch that opened just slightly a door in my spirit i never noticed till now? Still, it is there...a soft glow from the recesses beyond that call me in a voice that is in itself control, desire...And magically, irresistibly drawn am i forward to look into a part of me, new in my sight, but as old as time. Was it even "her" at all that stirred these visions borrowed from antiquity? ~or~ were they in me all along?
The dance begins, again...
Shadows of smoke are swirling about without complete form or direction as if begging silently to coalesce into something wickedly pure, an old wisdom. The forms touch my mind with the knowledge I need to help them become part of myself, of her. They are selfishly carnal spirits growling in our ears, our hearts, while they suffer to be so unguided and formless. Frightful, but as needed as life itself, by me...I know now what to do. It is no longer up to me. I want her to share this sensual feeling of helplessness that I feel from becoming my nature. A nature I can't fight. Her helplessness will be from me and also herself. A different part of her spirit. We need each other to be whole, to become this primitive dream. To sing for each other these songs of desires from where souls are formed.
I feel drawn forward with great hunger to feel this new part of me take shape, I feel greedy for the power I know that here lies over me, in me...Power and destiny that like millions before me and after me, will mold me with caress inescapable, no thought to resist is ever felt. Control that she needs me to share with her, and that I need to give back to her from my place in life.
The dance begins, again...
Drawn into a part of myself, and of her that we have never known of, or imagined could take shape into these actions...Actions that make our hearts beat so deliciously with passion, anticipation, fear, and desire so urgent it compels. We are breathing air filled with delights, scents, murmurs, and aroused hearts like oceans roar echo loudly in our ears, and strange fires burn warmly in our minds. The dreams awaken and take shocking forms. Exciting forms. We see ourselves dance in the swirling smoke of lust so grateful to have substance in this special place we each have inside, as we give ourselves to our dreams...She tells me of thoughts that show red in her cheeks and in her eyes...Thoughts that the mundane part of me tries to feel shocked to hear...A mundane part or me that is so easily transformed into this primal humanity. I share with her my passions which stir in me as the swirls take for, I begin to understand. The part of me I know that I can not forget, or ignore, or escape. It is me now.
The dance begins, again...
As a soft voice from her lips leads me to where lie her dreams and passions, I feel myself like a knight drawn to a dragon to slay, to bring these dreams to her that are magicaly now also mine as well. We are whole. I seek knowledge of her desires that i use to mold her dreams, our dreams around us. The swirling shap, singing loudly with ancient cravings, and then swirl impatiently into the next shape, the next passionate embrace...never satisfied...never still...She teaches me, I teach her, as we are to each other, both student and guide. Walking the ancient path together, to the heaven we are sure to live in forever. My hands guided by the same comforting mystery as my questions and her answers, hold her, bend her. We walk together, equal but different into this new world.
Her obedience envelopes my heart, caressing my soul as would the most intense cries of trust in me...Trust so sure and complete that to betray it would make my death desired at my own hand...I am noble for her, for us, for all those before and those yet to follow this path. I discover true purpose, destiny, and it is "her"...I take her to her dreams and become hers, as she is also now mine, my life.
The dance begins, again...
Dream after dream we watch become real in the swirling mist in that sacred place...we guide each other as the swirls change into one after another of our purest fantasies. Her submission to me, binds my soul to her with a sense of love I never dreamed existed. Her dreams that I am a part of have made me into more than I could have ever become alone. We need each other to become whole, to feel the greatest rapture that humanity has to offer. Ecstacy we both happily sacrifice ourselves urgently to. Her eyes plead silently to me just as her voice acts as our guide. We both give our hearts completely to each other and watch the swirls in each become: decadance, passions, Love, devotion, and lastly, "us"...We are One.
I am now a tool that makes fantasy live, dreams invade reality, and reality fade to dreams...we control our destiny and take ourselves to timeless places where those before found peace, enchantment, and purpose. She is a vital component of what we are together...her voice, my gifted power, take us both where we belong. We belong to each other. Different as the right and left half of life, and realized fantasies. She is my treasure.
The dance begins, again...
My hand guided as sure as time passing, takes her wrist, her body in the control that she gifted me. Restraints fall in place as naturally as our lives fell together, as we fell overwhelmed into each others arms. She sacrifices to me her sight, freedom, and will as love gifts beyond imagining. I taste her joyful tears of love that trace warmly across her angels cheeks as they have across mine...passion tears, ancient tears borrowed by us from immortal dreams and places that are ours just for now...
We pause as I give her another of many chances to speak the thoughts from her heart into my ear. I use her power to delve deeper into her mind as she quickly obeys my greedy demands to know more, and more...To know all of her. I find more dreams that I can quest into reality for her, for us. Every obeyance she gestures grabs me violently with a sense of trust that I would be driven to remain worthy of...she is the source of my fires truly as her faith in me brings the nobility I desire.
Helf by bindings that are truly silent words of trust and love for me, she sighs deeply a passions song. I feel her submission holding my heart and inspiring me to desires urgent and primal. I control her with determination I never had before. In her submission, her trusting obedience I am noble, and have become a path to dreams. She is my consort. She feeds me as I guide her to where we belong. We belong together. She belongs to me.
The dance begins, again...
We become the ancient primal ones...we become both bound to each other by lovers greed...We both lead each with great enthusiasm to our fantasies like running children running drunk on immortality. She submits, I control...She trusts, I devote...She obeys, I guide...We both smile secretly to each other with the knowledge that there is nowhere we can't be "together", nothing we can't become "together", no obstacles we can't conquer "together". We are made invincible by mutual effort. Our joined efforts are the key to this life being ours. A life of passions that we boldly claim! She hands me her heart yet again to explore for new paths, new dreams.
I give her my dreams. She smiles so warmly and lovingly as she sees the effects in me of her obedience, her submission. Effects I want her to see, to feel as I do. We each revel in our differnt power over each other. I will share with her every blessing she brings to my life same as she sares to me, as those swirls in our hearts become primal passions, ancient dreams, become "us"...We drive each other side by side into the same wonderful places.
As i wake into every new day with her, the first obeyance, the first submissive gesture still feels as potent and powerful as the day that door inside me first opened...I have never left that place in my soul since...I don't even know if I am able or even, if I care. I am to at-one with life here, with her, to even give such thoughts a passing glance. My eyes are fixed on those swirling shapes before me as also before her wile they taunt our imagination down a new avenue of passion, love and devotion to life, to each other.
and as for many to follow us, and many from ancient time past...
The dance begins, again, the dance begins for us...
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