Wings

Wings of leather,

Wings of feather,

I have them both,

But most see nether,

A helpful hand,

That draws you to your knees,

You need not stand,

If you need to please,

The most gentle touch,

On the back of your head,

Is it too much?

Shall I take you to bed?

And tuck you in?

Tied naked beneath the sheet?

Now dream of sin,

As I touch where thighs meet,

Would you like a story?

To help you sleep?

A tale inflammatory?

As my fingers dig deep?

Still can’t rest?

Let’s get you tied to a chair,

I’ll pour wax on your breast,

As I stroke your hair,

A kiss good night,

Oh? You want one more?

I can feel your plight,

Let’s get you down on the floor,

Is the rope too tight?

Your panting for air,

I can see your delight,

Yes… I know I dont play fair,

What’s that your saying?

With that gag between your lips,

And now your displaying,

And grinding your hips,

Your beautiful eyes are wide,

Go on and show me your backside,

If it will give you peace,

I’ll thrust it inside,

And give you release.

Best wishes-SirHanz

Writeing prompt challenge “Dare”

I dare you,

I double dog dare you,

I dare to take you dare,

That i have daringly,

Dared to propose,

Did you think I wouldn’t dare?

Leave handprints on your derriere?

A daring man such as me?

I do declare,

But do you dare?

Best wishes-SirHanz

I double dog dare you,

I dare to take you dare,

That i have daringly,

Dared to propose,

Did you think I wouldn’t dare?

Leave handprints on your derriere?

A daring man such as me?

I do declare,

But do you dare?

Smoldering

Smoke slowly riseing,

Bodys entangled,

In the glow of coals,

Two souls intermingled,

Burning themselves to ash,

Teeth bared in blistering growl,

Hot breath fans the flame,

Eyes smoldering with need,

Stoking the embers,

With whispered words,

Tasteing the flaring passion,

Touching fevered cries,

Shadows dance,

With the silhouettes,

Of climactic embrace,

The flame burns low,

Resting,

Waiting for the kiss of tinder,

To once again,

Burst forth with light.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Godoggo cafe writing prompt “crucified”

Cuffs hug my wrists,

A lovers embrace,

“Stand here” she says,

I know my place,

Warm wood,

Smooth agenst my chest,

Arms outstretched,

Anticipation,

Shows in my face,

Crucified for her pleasure,

The lash burns,

Pain is temporary,

Suffering is a choice,

I choose love,

Each mark apon my flesh,

Says I love you,

I want you,

I need you,

Warmth against my back,

Lips tasting flesh,

Wonderful torment,

Yes my goddess,

Let the gift,

Of my submission,

Melt apon your tounge.

Best wishes-SirHanz

Blarg 2.0

Writing at 1pm

Feeling super tired today already, it is currently 102 degrees and supposed to hit 104. Me and the sun are not frends today. Chugging water to try and avoid the heat stroke I can feel comeing on in the form of a headache. Moving in this kind of heat and humidity takes a bit more willpower than usual. Working in it… a whole lot more.

Writeing at 3pm.

Sitting in the walk in fridge in the kitchen to bring down core temperature. The thermometer on the shop read 105 in the shade. Knew I had to cool down when my hands started to shake. Core temp was 103.

Hmm… nausea. Headache. Shakeing hands. Yup.. heat stroke. Writing is hard because thinking is hard. But I figured what else am I going to do while I wait..

Its interesting where your mind goes in times of stress or duress. Right now I am thinking of home, my big bed with cool sheets. Not looking forward to going to the store after work but S came down with a chest cold and I promised to get things so she could make herself some soup. Back is bothering me a bit, probably shouldn’t have lifted those 10 80lb bags of concrete but there wasn’t anyone else around that could. So I did.

Thoughts are becoming clearer now and nausea is receding. Blarg… so tired. Oh well.. such is life. Back to work.

Not letting the heat win. -SirHanz

Getting lost

Sparkling with joy,

Shining pools of sorrow,

Filled with color,

Drawing me deeper,

Past the flecks of green,

And amber,

Into hazel depths,

Reflecting beauty,

From within,

Windows to the soul,

Some say,

But to me,

An endless sea,

Swimming in the depths,

Of luminescent emotion,

Wrapping around me,

Holding me under,

I am lost,

Uncaring,

If I find my way,

Content,

To wander,

In your eyes.

-SirHanz

The hawk

The crested hawk circles, the air is cool high above the ground. Currents of invisible ether lift and buffet wings like knives that cut the air. A tilt of the head and sharp eyes focus apon the earth below. Tiny moments draw attention, a mouse… thinking itself hidden chewing tiny seeds. One beat.. then two.. wings snap inward and head dips low. Air roars in the ears quieted by tiny fethers just enough to prevent damage. Faster.. the mouse is unaware. The shadow of a cloud covers the sinking sun.

Wings extend by effort of will faster still as the hawk skims the ground. Talons stretch, glittering black in the last rays of day. Each curved dagger of bone honed over thousands of years of evolution just for this moment. A tiny squeak and a patch of fur amidst the grass. The mouse is gone.

The hawk climbs once again, food for hungry bundles of fluff tucked beneath it. A tiny droplet of red falls from its pray. Downward… a ruby against the fiery blossom of sunset. Past the glimmering towers of glass, tumbling in the tumultuous twilight breeze. Down.. into the alley filled with the sounds of cars and carnal lust.

The lady pressed her hands agenst the dark granite of the wall. She could see the fading colors of the sky as the man in the coat behind her grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards causing her to arch her back. The lady’s mouth opened, her cries of pleasure lost amidst the echoes of the city. He was inside her, filling… pressing.. grinding..the lady’s arms began to shake.

The man in the coat’s breath heaved in his chest like a great bellows. He held nothing back, giving this goddess any less felt like some kind of dark sin. The lady’s arms gave out and he pressed her firmly but gently into the cold stone wall.

The lady’s exposed chest pressed apon the chill of glass like stone. She layed her cheek apon it, feeling her sensitive flesh rubbing hard against it with each deep thrust. She could see the man from the corner of her eye, his coat open to reveal firm muscle that rolled with tension as his hands dug into her hips through her hiked up skirt.

The lady reached back her arms, spreading herself.. wanting him deeper. She gasped as the man hooked his forearms under her thighs and lifted her off of him. For a moment she felt fear, then exhilaration as her legs fell forward over his shoulders. She hung suspended apon him as she felt his mouth cease apon her his tounge delving velvet soft inside her. Pleasure gripped her, her head was spinning. The world hung suspended above her, and pressed just beneath her chin was the throbbing shaft still slick with her juices.

The lady felt droplets of her overflowing wetness land on the underside of her chest as she slid him past her lips. The man moaned, the vibration sending her over the edge, her thighs gripped the sides of his head pressing him against her as every muscle tensed. She felt him swallow as she flooded his mouth with her lust. She sucked hard, tightening her lips around him. The man groaned and twitched agenst her tounge, she knew he was close. He cried out his pleasure between her thighs, each movement of his mouth sending little shocks of ecstasy up her spine.

She wraped her arms around his legs pulling him into her, she felt the mans legs harden and shake beneath her hands. She tasted his salty treat spill into her thick and warm in the heat of her mouth.

Neither noticed the tiny droplet of liquid rose land softly next to them in the dust. High above them the hawk landed on the edge of the building where it had built its nest. Three pairs of golden eyes opened to see their mother for the first time. Hungrily they opened their mouths for their feist. Far below.. a man in a coat and a lady in a white blouse and wrinkled skirt walked grinning and laughing out of an alley. Holding hands as they were once again folded into the noise and flow of the city.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Cursed

Cursed at birth,

Unknowing,

Harsh lessons learned,

Unspoken,

No one would believe,

Crushed,

Building walls of will,

Overwhelmed,

Too many times,

Peace,

Found in void,

Tranquility,

In muffled silence,

Sacrifice,

Martyred for love,

Broken,

By the blind,

Hope,

Found in another,

Haunted,

By her beauty,

Released,

By understanding,

Connected,

In ways only we know,

Cursed,

By the same affliction,

Together,

It becomes a blessing,

Freedom,

In complete acceptance,

Finally,

I can let go,

At last..

I can feel..

Everything.

Best wishes-SirHanz

Janmashtmi

Today was the birthday celebration at the temple for Krishna, in case your wondering it is pronounced jon-mosh-ti-me.

The day began early with lots of setup, I spent the last 4 days building and installing 15 new electrical circuits to power everything. Spent the morning settling up lights on top the temple. Here are some pictures of the setup

About 5pm I was working on building a platform to mount parking lights on and it started to pour rain!

It was blowing sideways!

After about an hour and a half it finally let up and I had to help push cars out of the mud with the backhoe.

Finaly I was able to brake away and get a few shots of the celebration.

And they had a petting zoo! 😁 I got to help dry off a bunny.

One of the ducks had the most hilarious puff on his head and I had to get a better picture.

After that there were a bunch more people that started showing up and I decided it was time to duck…. out… 🤣 and avoid the huge crowd and any more cars stuck in the mud.