She has ruined me. .
I will never accept,
Anyone less amazing,
Than her,
Ever again,
And she is perfect,
In my eyes.
Through his eyes.

Her fingers stroked his cheek as he drifted into dreams. He lay curled against her, his fingers twined in her hair. Slowly his face relaxed and his eyes began to flicker.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her thoughts turned inwards.. searching in the darkness, looking for the strand of moonlight that would lead her into the citadel of his mind. Diveing deeper she swam in the sea of emotion, a flash of silver among the glittering stars of thoughts. There! The strand grew larger, becoming a river. She let the current pull her under, carried down.. down..
That cant be right she thought as she looked into her own eyes. He was dreaming of her? Is this how he saw her in his dreams? Her smile was warm, her eyes.. deep walls of complex emotions that were fascinating and seemed to draw attention like gravity into their fractal patterns. Her skin glistened with the blush of life, each line and scar unique and beautiful in the stories that it held. The knowledge gained and pain overcome. She/he loved her. There were no imperfections, just the evidence of life refining her beauty. And they desired her.. not just for her beauty, but for intelligence and kindness within. He/she wanted more than anything to be recognized.. loved.. by her. They felt foolish to aspire to such heights, but she was worth the risk. Her hand moved in a blink skipping the intervening space as dreams often do. Her hand was pressed to the back of his/her neck. She pulled him forward and their lips touched.
The shock of relief, love, pleasure, gratitude and lust was overwhelming. Her eyes shot open with a shuddering breath. Her heart was pounding. Her skin felt feverish, her lips tingled as the embers of fireworks drifted in the darkness of her mind. She groaned softly, squeezing her legs together as moisture collected between her thighs. She turned and looked down at him sleeping beside her. He was smiling, serine and peaceful. She bent and brushed her lips across his. His hand was still in her hair as he dreamed. In his sleep he pulled her down into a passionate kiss plunging her once again into his dreaming mind.
Her vains were on fire. She was siting astride him/her, the painful pleasure of the hardness between their legs was pressed against the silken softness of her thigh. She traced his lips with her tongue playfull kisses danced across his cheek as the fullness of her breasts pressed against his/her heated skin. She whispered in their ear.. “you are beautiful, and I love you…”
Again the surge of emotion was almost blinding. Her eyes shot open as she pulled away from his kiss and filled desperate lungs with air. Her breath came quick and heavy, a bead of sweat rolled slowly down her neck in the cool air of her bedroom. More… she thought… I need more… I want all of it. She could feel the hard lump against her leg twitch as he dreamed…
Gently pressing on his shoulder as not to wake him she rolled him onto his back. Her legs shook as she straddled his hips. In the dim light she could see his lips parted and still glistening with the remnants of their kiss. His chest rose and fell in the shallow rhythm of sleep. She couldn’t wait.. who knows what she was already missing. She pressed down…
She/he could feel the heat of her desire as her muscles clenched around them. They saw her.. back arched.. head thrown back.. her hair floating in an invisible wind. Defuse light danced around them as pleasure and love boiled like molten metal in their chest. She was glowing from within, her light soaking into him/her with every thrust and gasping breath. It coiled around their spine and clawed it’s way along her/his nerves like a wild animal. It was too intense, too much..
Suddenly the scene shifted, now they sat in a cafe. The walls were decorated with photos of her smileing and in various states of undress. They looked across the table expecting to see herself sitting across from, but there was no one. Then she/he felt it.. soft wet warmth sliding slowly around their flesh under the table. They enjoyed how the people
Looked on with envious eyes. Yes…. the people marveled at her beauty on the walls and watched with desire etched on their faces as she worked her mouth up and down the length of her/his shaft. Her touch was magic.. and the tounge that spoke with such power and emotion now like a velvet glove teased and sent shocks of pleasure through them. They groaned and leaned back in the chair their eyes rolling.. completely ignoring the onlookers to focus entirely on the insanely hot woman between their knees. It wasn’t hard.. or rather.. it was.. but it was soo easy to get lost in her touch.
Again the scene shifted. Her laughing face was again above them as they rolled together across a blanket spread over the grass. She was radiant in the sunshine. The dappled shadows of leaves played apon her skin as they kissed gently beneath the tree. He/she was so grateful and happy to be spending time with her like this. They felt unworthy of her affection but lovingly embraced every small look or gesture. Her voice was soft as she spoke, they couldn’t make out the words through the shifting mist of dream but she/he knew it was her inviting him to spend the night. His/her heart almost stoped as she/he gazed up at her and could do nothing but nod their acceptance.
Now the room was dark.. wait.. room? Oh yes, of course.. the dream had skipped again. They looked up from where she/he stood beside the bed. She wore black lace like a second skin. It followed her curves and accented her shape perfectly. She knelt apon the bed looking back at him over her shoulder. Lust blazed in her gorgeous eyes as her lips moved.. mouthing the words.. “do it.” They looked down at the rope in his/hers hands. She wanted this.. she/he could feel it rolling off her skin like sweet perfume. Again the dream seemed to skip, rope bit flesh.. their lips kissing her scars.. the crack of leather… lines of pink glowing against the black lace that teased him/her with the shape of her ass… cries of pain and need.. overflowing moans wrenched from the bottom of her soul. Then they were inside her. Her arms were pulled back and tied, a blindfold hid her sight. She/he grabbed her arms like a handle and lifted her as they thrust hard against her from behind. They pulled her close, arching her backwards so their lips could meet in a blazeing kiss. She is perfect.. they thought catching a glimpse of her and them in the mirror across the room. Harder.. faster.. her hips bucked against her/him as she came.. once.. and again. Her pleasure rolled through them like a thunderstorm. Wind howled in his/her lungs, lightning burned paths of incendiary destruction across their skin. Her body tensed as again she cried out. Her/his thighs were soaked with her wetness as they plunged into her tightening heat. They would not last much longer.. he/she knew the goddess bound hand and knee before him wanted it as badly as they did.
It was explosive. One moment she/he felt the rush of orgasum filling their vision with stars as they poured their love and devotion into her beautiful body.. the next she was in the dark looking down at his smirking face and open eyes. She tasted blood and her lip hurt.. she must have bitten it. Still.. she grinned and asked in her most innocent voice “good dream?” He smiled and her heart melted. It was the same way she had smiled as him in the dream when he thought of how incredible she was. He looked down at her legs still clenched around his hips. She could feel the warm wetness slowly trickle down the inside of her leg. He shruged.. grinning ear to ear, “you know it was.”
Best wishes -SirHanz
Pressure

The lightning,
Burning inside,
Your,
Fluttering heart,
Cranking harder,
The hammer falls,
Glittering sparks,
Flashing,
Behind eyes,
Critical pressure,
Held,
Bound,
Apon the red line,
Desperation,
believe,
Find release,
Blaze Incandescent.
Best wishes -SirHanz
The muse’s gift.

The surge comes quickly,
Washing over and filling my soul,
Happiness vibrates from deep within,
Creative energy overflows,
Into an explosion of words,
Butterflies with knives,
Joyfull gladiators,
Duel in my breast,
Eyes dart and soak in color,
Details overlooked now crystal clear,
Thoughts blurr with speed,
Branching and merging,
Faster than I can follow,
Fingers fly apon they keys,
A constant staccato,
Riseing into crescendo,
Of Frantic creation,
Bam. Done.
Soon…
I will start again.
Best wishes-SirHanz
Tell me.
Tell me you are mine,
Let me hear the desire in your voice,
It’s hard to say,
I know it is,
As your heart trembles,
Your eyes full of fear,
That I may turn you away…
Tell me you are comeing,
Just to listen to my voice,
As your hands shake,
Wanting so badly to feel my touch,
That you bite your lip at the thought…
Tell me of your broken peaces,
Hopeing beyond reason,
That I will love all of you,
As your trust lays naked,
Exposed and vulnerable…
I will take it all,
All the love,
All the need,
All the desire,
And through your trust,
Like a magnifying mirror,
I will give it back,
And more…
So tell me I am yours,
Say the words,
And let me feel your heartbeat quicken,
Beneath my fingertips,
As my love,
Passes into you.

Best wishes -sirhanz
Beard?
Dont think I have posted a picture since I started growing a beard. What do you think? Yes? No?

And yes.. quite a bit of silver in there lol.
Tightening control
The leather tightens slowly,
Breath comeing quick,
Chest heaves,
Sensual constriction,
Tasteing her submission,
I celebrate her beauty,
As she bathes in desire,
Cinched and gasping,
She is mine,
Cuffed,
Gagged,
Taken,
Mine…..

The gift of time

What is the most valuable thing in the world? Time. No matter how much money or jewels you have you are still closer to death than when you started. We spend our time without really thinking about that. How much time did you just blow listening to that guy at work that annoys you? 15min? Doesn’t seem like much right? Now say you do that (being generous here) 3 times a week. That’s 45min. 3hrs a month. 36 hrs a year. How long did you say you had worked there?…….. entire days of your life gone. That much closer to death and all you got for it was a bit of annoyance.
I.. quite literally.. dont have time for that crap. And neither do you. Because here’s the kicker… we always have less time than we think. Think your gonna live to be 80? 85? We all could get a fatal disease or get hit by a bus tomorrow. On some level we understand that. But we dont spend our time like we do.
So when someone is makeing an effort to spend their time for nothing more than to make you happy.. it doesn’t matter if it’s a simple thing or an extravagant date. They are choosing to spend that part of their life on you. I am always grateful when someone does. Especially if it is someone I care about.
We are all busy adults and our time is often spent doing things we would rather not have to do. So when we have some time to spend on things or people we enjoy we should all make a little more effort to do so. And in the process understand what a gift we are giving or receiving. It is life itself. There can be nothing worth more.
When I write, I spend my time. Ether because I enjoy it or because I feel it is something worth the life I am spending to write it. It is not an off the cuff whim spent in some frivolous fashion. It is a conscious choice. I feel we all get caught up in the day to day rush and rarely make that choice. We just react to the current need or crisis and end up wasting a lot of time then wondering when we will ever find time to be happy or do things we enjoy.
Thank you for reading.. I hope it was worth your time. -SirHanz
Glass mask

There was never a moment,
When I thought,
I didnt want her,
She deserves,
To be loved,
Without judgment,
To heal,
Without worry,
Trust,
That she is seen,
And understood,
She doesn’t need,
To remove her mask,
Because to me,
It’s clear as glass.
Best wishes -SirHanz
The colors of us

I red her words,
Always a green to be hers,
Even if she is blue,
I’ll make her feel all white,
I rose to the occasion,
Orange you glad I did?
Now I pine for her touch,
Ivory decided,
Butter lips are like fire,
Stoking violet desire,
Olive in her thoughts,
And yellowed to the night,
When she tans my hide,
I mustered done something wrong,
I’ll sand and take it,
Gingerly fanning the flames,
I fawn over her beauty,
And want to be in cider,
I azure you it’s true,
So berry your doubts,
I’ll submit umber your will,
Never sable to imagine,
That you might pink me,
And now we cherry on together,
Swept along by the currant,
Just oat of reach,
Snow me the way,
And I’ll keep you safe from the gold,
As we dance in the colors,
Of us.
Best wishes -SirHanz