Expextations of emptiness,
Words like anvils,
Fall heavy,
Brused lips,
From holding them back,
A testament,
Of love,
Sadness boiling,
Even as hands toil,
Cannibalistic fear,
Threatening to devour,
Confidence,
Then everything stops,
As a falling leaf,
Catches fading light,
And turns to brilliant gold,
An entrancing reminder,
Of the amazing beauty,
Scattered,
Hidden,
Waiting to be found,
Forgotten peace,
Once again descends,
And for a moment,
A breath,
Your heart is free,
And once again,
Filled with hope.
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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