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

By the river

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

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

Sorrow of a Muse

When a muse cries,
What does she inspire?
Those that have hearts,
Filled by her vision of beauty,
Boldly step forward,
To offer their vary souls,
As linen to dry her tears..
She inspires desperate words,
Of love and desire,
That pour forth,
To quench her sorrow..
They give understanding and comfort,
Even as they place the lash in her hands,
That she may vent her frustration,
Apon their bared flesh..
They stand as her shade in the heat,
And her shield,
Against words said in anger and haste,
That the muse may one day,
Again find them worthy,
To grace with her love.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Q&A answers.. er.. answer.

So.. apparently only one person bothered to ask a question… so I will do my best to dive deeply into that question instead of answering a bunch of them.

Q: what is your ideal “perfect” submissive

A: hmm.. I have given this a lot of thought as of late. I will start with the short answer and then give the long.

1. She must inspire me.

2. She must make me want to be better.

3. She must make me want to do naughty things with her.

4. She must WANT me to do naughty thing with her.

I have answered this before on the blog but never really gone into depth on the subject. Let’s dive in.

Inspiration. This is something I crave as deeply as affection. Creativity is something I have always felt is an essential part of myself. But I enjoy it the most and do my best work when inspired. I love the feeling of intense focus and almost frenetic energy when I am working on something with a clear vision of what I want to create. If I find the right muse… who knows.. maybe I will paint again.

Wanting to be better. This is not just wanting personal growth. That is a part of it but this is more.. this is the desire to be the best version of myself so that I may find myself worthy of their submission.

Wanting to do naughty things. I am a lover of beauty. And I need to be attracted to my submissive. But that is only part of this. It is also the mind behind the beauty. The intelligence and wit that pulls me in. It is the seductive way she looks at me. The deliberate movement ment to entice. Whispered words that heat my blood. A tease with promised rewards..

Wanting me. This is as important as any of the other things I have talked about. Maybe more. I need to know that it’s not just my skill or experience that she wants.. but the whole of me. I want my face to bring her joy, my touch.. exquisite pleasure. I want her to see me.. the way I see her. And want me just as badly.

I may have found such a woman.. she is beyond my expectations for my first three requirements. The last… only she can know. There are complications.. she is not yet free to come to me. Responsibility to care for someone who needs it binds her, and it is not a situation I can fix. I must be patient and wait. But she is worth waiting for. Only time will tell if I have made the right decision. But I think I have. I have not felt this way in a long… long… time. But who knows what the future holds. Maybe it will fade.. but I dont see that as likely. It is a rare thing indeed to find one such person in a lifetime. If given the chance.. I will not waste it.

Best wishes -SirHanz

The muse

Inspire me to create beauty…

Oh muse of softest skin and honeyed kiss..

Touch the divine and show me the stars..

Breathe my name in transcendent dreams…

Draw me down with the hunger of your gaze…

Show me wonders in the amber light of dawn..

Cry out in clarion crystal voice….

Warm my heart in your devoted embrace…

And behold with fascination the marvels I hath wrought.