It was a hole in the wall kind of place, Tables and booths, Not much space, Where I sat beside her, And gently caressed her face, Her smile was teaseing, Inviting me to taste, I wanted those lips, With not a moment to waste, Her kiss was passion, Sensual grace, Hungering for more, I matched her pace, Hardyet gentle, Tounges dance and chase, Deeper.. growing.. never enough, Two hearts together race, I could feel her heat, Through our embrace, Drawing me in, Nothing would ever replace, The desire in that kiss..
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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