As I lay in bed,
Listening to the rain,
A sadness decends,
That is not quite pain,
The blankets feel empty,
Though I am relaxed and warm,
The world is silent,
But for the storm,
This is my life,
My new norm,
Plenty of comfort,
From small joys and writeing,
But no one to hold,
Or to make life exciting,
So I bottle my joy,
And put it away,
Hopeing to pour it out,
Some other rainy day,
I’ll keep it safe,
As the days pass by,
To give it to you,
When,
Again,
The sparkle returns to my eye.
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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