Grass sparkleing like stars in the cold morning light,
It crunches softly as I walk,
Breath steaming clouds of white,
Wraped warm in wool and leather…
I stop and listen as the world slowly fades,
From shineing beauty gone too soon,
To browns.. greens.. and grays,
As a raven calls his mournful tune…
I watch my footprints etched in frost,
Fade like memories,
Of joy long lost,
In the misty days of winters past…
Chill wind soothes my forgotten heart,
A silken caress on fevered lips,
But I can stay no longer and turn to depart,
As morning clouds scatter like sinking ships.
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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Knotty Thoughts 
Amazingly vivid, love it
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😊 *happydance*
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