Need

Bdsm, Poetry 1 Minute

Temperature riseing from deep within,

The heat is flowing in waves from skin,

I fear her touch.. her soft caress,

May crumble walls.. let slip the flood,

But the danger calls me I must confess,

A visceral need deep in the blood,

I shake and quiver as her hand draws near,

Frustration and desire form a single tear,

Her kiss is deep.. scattering my soul in the sky,

I want to howl and clutch and writhe,

As feelings sharp intensify,

A burning brand her body lithe,

Searing my heart as I thrust inside,

Mind filled with her as she starts to ride,

No separation.. I take all she has to give,

A whole life waiting.. and finally we live,

Wraped in each other it feels like home,

Two different lives.. never again alone.

Best wishes-SirHanz

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My path in writing, art, or poetry had always been one of seemingly contradictory things meshing to find balance.  Transporting a reader into the depths of their imagination or showing a glimpse of the world through my eyes. Inspireing new thoughts or shifting a readers view to a new perspective has always made me smile. Writing connects me to strangers and those I care about. I write as a creative outlet and as a way to share my thoughts.  Sometimes catharsis,  sometimes simply seeking to share or create beauty.  I openly write about my experiences as a dom and the kinks I enjoy. Sensuality and sexuality both find a home in my work and inspire me to write. I pour feelings onto the page like splashes of paint, throw them out into the world and for some reason people like them. It baffles me but I enjoy the hell out of it. I hope I can continue to inform, amuse, and inspire desire in you all. Best wishes  -SirHanz

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