There is a certain moment, Between wakeing and sleep, Where dreams still linger, And thoughts run deep, Before I open my eyes, It doesn’t last long, But the feeling is strong, Just a moment or two, Where I’m laying in bed, And still with you, Then I awake, Alone in bed, With the touch of your mind, Still in my head, It slips through my fingers, Like your silken hair, A gossamer thread, Shining and golden, Then no longer there, A sigh escapes, From deep in my chest, Today there will be, No more rest, Untill once more, The darkness returns, And in dreams passion burns, As I lay again in your arms.
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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