Closing my eyes to feel the wind,
Breathing deep the humid air after the rain,
Feeling the ache with every breath,
The sweet burn of hot coals,
Trapped within my breast,
Words simmer apon the page,
Inviting,
Offering to end my torment,
As I cling to the shreds,
Of a used heart,
Grasping tight the sweet longing,
That invades my dreams,
And squeezes words from my mind,
To be thrown like gossamer threads,
Into the world,
In the hope that one line.. one verse,
May grace your tounge,
And speak of love,
That you may know I am here,
Slowly drowning in your desire,
Unable to breathe,
The air of life,
Lest is pass from your lips,
To mine.
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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