Soft Heart - Firm Hand

Kisses
Caresses
Softest of touches
A longing for much more
Healing fingers trace your curves
A smile so beautiful
A love so deserved
In an instant the alarm goes
And the dream is shattered
I lay there in my bed
Alone
Silent
Broken
I crave sleep
Crave the sanctuary of dream
I don’t want to wake

Goodbye

She held my heart
As I held hers
Two lives entwined
Us two bound by hurt.

A healing touch
We bot impart
To love again
Just the start.

With hearts as one
Our lives now grew
A bond so deep
A love so true.

A thousand miles
Kept us apart
And now our paths
Diverge and part.

Our hearts divide
Our lives move on
But memories last
Our love was strong.

Now you’re gone
My heart did break
But solace from our union
I will now take.

undeniabledaddy:

This is beauty. Real beauty, is shows the part of the BDSM lifestyle that no one ever see’s. No amount of novels could convey how broken she is at that point, not how restoring his embrace is to her.

Perfectly put Monica

undeniabledaddy:

This is beauty. Real beauty, is shows the part of the BDSM lifestyle that no one ever see’s. No amount of novels could convey how broken she is at that point, not how restoring his embrace is to her.

Perfectly put Monica

(Source: decadent-dreams, via h0ll0wd0ll)

dirkhooper:

Rope bondage and great use of red fabric

Fabulous

dirkhooper:

Rope bondage and great use of red fabric

Fabulous

(via h0ll0wd0ll)

You lick your lips
I move in
Our eyes lock just as our lips collide.
Tender kisses are replaced by passionate tongues
Exploring each other as my hands pull you in
Closer
Tighter
We pull away slightly
Air cools the lips just before they crash against each other again
I kiss you harder
Your hands in my hair
Lost in you
Lost in each other
The world passes us by as our kiss lasts for what seems like forever
I never want this to end

signale:

Sadist by nature.
Masochist by many reasons.
Let me be your empty canvas.
Let me play your game.

signale:

Sadist by nature.

Masochist by many reasons.

Let me be your empty canvas.

Let me play your game.

Think of the love needed by the Dom too

Think of the love needed by the Dom too

(Source: fabulatrice)

You lay on the bed
Naked
Still.
The tip of the blade traces across your Skin
Cold
Sharp.
A little trace of red shows where I have been
Your milky flesh mine to slice, mark, own.
Hand grips your slender neck
Eyes wide as the blade follows the curve of your breasts.
You’re mine
To use
Abuse
I love you

wooden-nails:

i want pieces of your skin stuck under my nails.

(Source: 01-3012)