Welcome and a little poetry for your mindful pleasure XO

I'm sitting here wondering what to write. Wondering what could be the perfect post for my debut as a blogger. Its hard to write when you suddenly put the pressure on yourself to do so but oddly as you begin to relax the words just flow. I am a firm believer in the muse. It can be anything or anyone. A feeling, a friend, a loved one, a lover. All the writers out there know what I'm talking about its that one time when you just put fingers to keyboard, pencil to paper and the words seem to dance across the page so perfectly and you know in your heart that you will not edit them, you will not revise instead you marvel at the beauty of them so perfect and right. These are the times when my favorite poems and stories materialize.

Often these times happen at emotional and stressful times and a certain darkness overtakes my words. It could be interpreted by the non believer, the judge mentalist as Emo, attention seeking and just plain silly. But I don't believe so. Writing with the most emotion is the one which I live to write, which I yearn to read. What do I love so much about it? The power of a few simple words to place an image in your mind of the feelings it encompasses, of the time it shows you. You wonder why I choose the word shows rather then writes? Well don't you ever feel as if a story is unraveling before your very eyes? That you simply enter a mentality as you look at each word so that you can no longer see the page and all you can see is the people or creatures within the writing come to life right there in front of your eyes? That my friends is the sign of an excellent story teller.

So as I sit here and begin to relax the words begin to flow and suddenly a story unravels.


I feel you there watching me, waiting, wanting;
But you don't move,
You make not a sound,
Our breaths mingle in the small room as we sit near each other,
Two differences between us,
You sit free and unbound.

When I am with you, I surrender,
When I know you are waiting, I obey,
When you are displeased, I am desolate,
But then, the pure pleasure of your punishement touches me,
And through the tears, and moans,
My heart skips a beat and I know that I'm yours.

This life I have choosen, it caught me offhand,
I knew there was something,
But it was like it was buried in sand.
But then when you walked into my life,
I knew I was yours,
It was love at the first strike of your hand.

You made me think and made me reveal,
My deepest thoughts,
My deepest desires.
They didn't shock you,
In fact they made you smile,
As you left me alone, when you went to think for a while.

And now I sit here gasping with pleasure,
and though we aren't touching,
I still feel you, a constant movement within me,
As I lay bound before you,
and in your hand lies the method of torture.

I feel it more as you push me higher,
With each press of your finger,
My skin feels tighter.

But then you slow me down,
As you whisper to me,
Not yet, it isn't time, you must earn that from me.

I whimper in pain,
and wonder if I'm sane,
as your finger moves the button,
And I feel you again.

This time I know you will let me release,
I try to count the times you have made me wait,
was it nine, ten or eleven, I can't even tell.
I feel it now drawing to a close as that time when you could stop,
passes then goes.

My body gives a shudder,
and mindlessly I groan,
a small little whimper,
then a shout that shakes me home.

And after I sit here,
as your hand lazily caresses,
I am unbound as my mind returns to me,
as I think of you,
As I submit to you,
My lover,
My saviour,
My Master.



Well I hope you all enjoyed this little slice of my absinthe life. Please do come back and read more! Hopefully that stirred some images in your brain. Comments are always welcome.

As always let your imagination soar,

Freya xx