Gestures

Sometimes it’s the little things that we treasure. If you are going on a date and the man brings you Roses.. that’s nice right? You put them in a vase on the table.  Now imagine the same man shows up empty handed but while walking stops to pick a daisy and tucks it In your hair. What ment more to you? The roses? Or the daisy? What makes you smile and your heart flutter?
 It is much the same in a D/s dynamic. It is the little things you do that make your partner feel safe, able to freely express themselves sexually or otherwise. It’s what we do to show we are thinking about our partners that makes us feel the most cared about. For example, a dom may show he or she is thinking about their sub by the planning and work they put into creating the right headspace for play. The sub meanwhile may show their care and devotion by makeing themselves appealing to the taste of their dom, or in the ways they allow their dom to exercise control over them. This will of course vary depending upon your personal preferences and the extent of your dynamic. But the thought is the same. Small gestures matter. Often more than we know. So make the effort, it costs you nothing.. and may mean everything to someone you care about.
 I know the value of these things, and try to do little things to make shure the person I care about knows how much I value their attention and seek to allow them the opportunity to be happy and fulfilled. It is through my writing and my actions that I endeavor to make them feel wanted and appreciated.  However.. there is a downside to this approach.  The recipient of your attention needs to understand why you do the things you do and be open to the experience.  If you stop to pick a flower while walking and the person your with gets annoyed  that you are slowing them down…. not the best reaction huh? Or in a bdsm context if you have layed out toys and are waiting in cuffs when they walk in the door…. and they tell you to put that stuff away because they want dinner… can you say mood killer?
 So be open to seeing what’s behind the words or actions.  It’s not just a flower that you will have to pick out of your hair later. It’s a gesture that says “your beautiful,  I want you to feel beautiful,  I am constantly thinking of ways to show you that I love you, and I will spend a little more time to make shure you feel it.”

Best wishes -SirHanz

Offerings

I know it hurts,
And I’m sorry that it does,
I know I cant help,
But to wrap you in my words,
It’s not enough,
But it’s what I have,
Unworthy as I may be,
Still I lay these offerings,
At your feet…
Acceptance,
Loyalty,
Love,
Understanding,
Joy,
Sensuality,
Sensitivity,
Dichotomy,
I offer the words,
That are of me,
For they are all,
That are mine to give,
Let them be a balm,
To ease the numbing pain,
If only for a while…
There is no more hollow gift,
Nor one so filled,
As simple words,
Spoken from the heart,
Of one who desires,
To see you happy…
I am sorry,
They are all I have to give.

By the river

Captured this by the river at work this morning.

Where the flowers grow,
By the waters edge,
Where droplets flow,
From mossy stone,
There I hear,
The dulcet tone,
Of your laughter in the stream,
Your sighing breath in the trees,
To most it would seem,
But the river and the breeze,
I as I sit and watch shadows play,
Listen with my heart,
To a voice far away,
Maybe tonight,
When work is done,
As I relax… and prepare to sleep,
I will smell her scent,
Sinking in deep,
Consuming my thoughts,
I’ll close my eyes,
And imagine not a pillow,
But a muses thighs,
Cradle my head,
And lul….
Me…
Into..
Dream.

Best wishes -SirHanz

In between

There is a certain moment,
Between wakeing and sleep,
Where dreams still linger,
And thoughts run deep,
Before I open my eyes,
It doesn’t last long,
But the feeling is strong,
Just a moment or two,
Where I’m laying in bed,
And still with you,
Then I awake,
Alone in bed,
With the touch of your mind,
Still in my head,
It slips through my fingers,
Like your silken hair,
A gossamer thread,
Shining and golden,
Then no longer there,
A sigh escapes,
From deep in my chest,
Today there will be,
No more rest,
Untill once more,
The darkness returns,
And in dreams passion burns,
As I lay again in your arms.

Best wishes-SirHanz

Kaleidoscope

Dreaming of better days,
Memories of days long past,
Vivid and haunting,
Colliding with future hopes,
A kaleidoscope of images,
Possibility sparkles,
Mixed with regret,
From past choices,
careing to much,
Sacrifice unseen,
Unappreciated…
I dont bleed for glory,
Or for praise or profit,
But for love,
Yes for love…
And all I ever wanted,
Was for my martyrs heart,
To be seen,
Though scared and burned,
Charished,
And held gently…
Sitting with my thoughts,
Listening to the rain,
Older.. wiser…
Bitter lessons learned,
Hardened by life,
Constant struggle and work,
Trauma and pain…
Becomeing what I am,
Forsaken time and again,
Used and broken,
A soiled soul,
Needing to be needed,
Desiring to be desired,
Both the light,
And the shadow…
So I ask myself,
Am I worthy?
I dont have an answer.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Will you…

Hello little flower,
Do you need a hand?
If I help you stand,
Will you fall to your knees?
And beg me please..
To show you the way,
To twist and caress,
Under your dress…
If I give my touch,
That you want so much,
Across your skin,
Wet with sin,
Will you draw me in?
With your crimson lips,
And fingertips,
Your moaning breath,
Apon my ear,
The little death,
That makes it clear,
You feel me near,
Greedy girl,
Wanting more,
Grinding the pearl,
Against the dock,
I bet you thought,
That was a euphemism for cock,
I know your reading,
Wanting me inside,
So keep on feeling,
And spread yourself wide,
It’s a hell of a ride..
Go on if you must,
Let your fingers thrust,
As you imagine my lust,
You wont stop I trust,
Till the vary last line,
Moving faster with the words,
And keeping time,
With the lightning building,
At the base of your spine,
Let go your control,
As you imagine the pole,
That skewers your soul,
Feel the streach,
As nector flows,
Let the pleasure etch,
My desire with prose,
Into your mind,
And across your ass,
Responding in kind,
By comeing at last,
With shakeing thighs,
And glittering eyes,
Your submission buys,
You a chance to rise,
And feel the warmth,
Within your mouth,
For all the work,
You did down south.

You know you want to… 😏 -SirHanz

Dance

I can feel the energy of the day,
Currents spinning,
Guiding my footsteps,
Cool morning and steaming cup,
Lift my spirits from sleep…
A truck rattles past,
Where does he go?
That he must hurry so…
Words dance  between the seconds,
Playing their games,
Dareing me to catch them,
Challenging me to find,
Their rhyme..
Can’t rhyme nunchucks?
I dont give two fucks,
Want to rhyme scuba?
For that you need a map,
Of Cuba…  or Aruba..
There are fleeting words,
Hidden and forgotten,
Like Scurrilous rumors,
Thrice Blithering Mullock,
Gibbering in the shadows…
There are words that heal,
A hope wrapped joyous dream,
And words that wound,
Ugly ungrateful lieing useless…
As the artist plays his melody,
I shape a thought,
Examine it in detail,
And word by word,
Sculpt it apon the page…
And now my cup is empty,
Bereft of …… all warmth.
So come my muse,
And fill me once again,
That I may drink deep,
From your life giving waters,
And marvel…
As the words dance.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Just a drink.

Disclaimer: poet is not responsible for desire magnified by things written while drunk.

Feel the burn,
liquid fire,
Removeing all inhibition,
Leting words flow free…
Comfortable languid desire,
Warm fuzzy smiles,
Moistened lips,
Beginning to be tasted
Let down your hair,
That it may tangle in my hands,
Bedroom eyes,
Tease my heart
Drink your courage,
Shot and glass,
Tell me your secret thoughts,
Your hidden fantasy
Imagination running free,
Shot and chaser,
Imagination becomes reality,
Breath lingers on skin
Contented sigh,
Synchronized heartbeats,
Cool water soothes,
Poured from my lips
Sleepy gaze,
Captured emotion,
Sleep postponed,
For gentle pleasure
Falling asleep,
Pressed close,
Against your back,
And still inside you.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Rise

Even as I rise,
I fall,
My heart flies,
Like a shawl,
To wrap you in my love,
As you wake from fevered sleep,
It fits you like a glove,
Lifting you from the deep
,
Streach your sensuous body,
Laying still beneath the sheet,
Feel a little naughty,
As into you my words creep,
A distraction to be shure,
Your hand apon your breast,
It’s not the best of cure,
But your already.. undressed,
So as you fingers play,
Deep between your thighs,
Let echos of me stay,
In the fire behind your eyes,
And when you bite your lip,
And legs begin to shake,
Feel the words slip,
With every breath you take,
“I love you“.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Perfect moment

The radiant heat of the noon day sun,
Warms my chilled bones,
Penetrating slowly,
Into the marrow,
The cool wind soothes calloused hands,
Unfolding old memories
,
Etching the scent of wood smoke,
Deep in my heart,
Joy comes easy on days like this,
It is carried on the breeze,
In birdsong and laughter,
Even the deer,
That in summer seek the shade,
Today dance and play,
I close my eyes,
Leting the world wash over me,
In that perfect moment,
Filled with profound peace,
My only thoughts,
Are of you.

Hope your day feels as good as mine… -SirHanz