His Slave

His slave I am,

I wear His brand

The numbers of His ownership appear on TSR...

I  can think for myself,

I can make my own decisions,

I have common sense

and I use it when I need to.

Just because I am owned

does not make me dumb,

I am a woman and very capable

to think and decide on my own.

When I chose to surrender

my body, my mind, and my all,

my Master didn't tell me

to leave my intelligence at the door.

Feisty I am

and sometimes I fight

I curse, I pout, and I even get mad,

that doesn't mean I will ever leave his side.

I am not a submissive

I am a slave

submissives have a safe word,

a slave have no say

trust me, I don't want it any other way

retouching tattoo "BDSM" 

**3/9/2011

Better Left Unsaid

You are Master
i am slave...

To whom should I go to and express my fears
when I become weak,
when everything is unclear.

Who will answer my questions and make everything alright
when my little mind wonders when my faith weakens and dies?

You are my Master...
The one that I should go to when I am scared and have doubts.
Be an open book, share with you my life, my wishes, my dreams, and hopes
and not be scared to tell you things I carry deep within my soul.

There shouldn't be no secrets between a Master and his slave,
yesterday I realized that there are things better left unsaid.

**3/8/2011

For the one you Love

When you realize his feelings are more important to you than your own; is the moment you know you are really in love.

When his well being becomes more important than your own; it is the moment you know, you are truly deeply in love.

When you feel his pain deep in your heart and you rather hurt and be the one to make the sacrifice so he can be happy; it is the moment you understand it is true love.

When you are willing to walk away from him so he can be happy with someone else; it is the moment that you know he is truly the one you love

The Faun and The Fairy

On top of a hill a satyr stands,

watching over his beautiful land.

An innocent fairy flying by,

It must have been her scent that caught his eyes,

or her enchanting beauty, mesmerizing and bright.

A voice from below, a melody to her ears,

makes her heart beat faster, makes her body shiver.
Her wings feeling heavy, hypnotized by the faun,

she flies down to meet him but suddenly she stops,

she looks away from the mountain watching the blue skies ahead,

the fairy had a feeling, in that moment in time

should she go? or stay?

She knew that fate was waiting at the mountain hill below,

she knew it in the moment when she heard him say "hello"

The satyr being a satyr wanted to deny himself this joy,

At first he tried to run, giving excuses and all,

"i am taken" he tells her,

she felt all hope was lost,

something in her heart was saying:

Don't give up, this is true love!

Many times the scared fairy wants to spread her wings,
for fear her treasure heart will be shattered by a Dream.

**written 5/12/2010

Expiration Date

Many nights awake,

dreams turn to nightmares

the day that you are gone

the pain will be too much to bare

Day by day, moment by moment

is the way I live this love,

I have no choice, I feel I don't have a voice

If I say the wrong thing, poof you might be gone

I bite my tongue 

and hide my fears

remembering my place

knowing that you are not near

Mixed feelings and emotions

an expiration day to my devotion,

not long ago he only owned my heart and mind

now my body has become his temple

I obey and do as I am told without no questions

Each day I pray for strength

and keep my heart safe

I rest my happiness

in Hope, Destiny, and Fate

at His feet

**written 3/15/2010

My Old Blog

I had a blog and it had to be canceled, some of the information in it was a bit damaging to someone I love or at least to his marriage, devious people got a hold of it and tried using it to cause anguish and pain...I had poems, pictures, little confessions, the way I felt about certain things but it had to be erased to protect other people other than myself.
I was regretting having written certain things and even the pictures I added that were used to blackmail me and him, thinking back and sorting out my feelings - I should not have any regrets nor feel guilty, shit happens and sometimes when it hits the fan we must own up to our mistakes, yet it is easier to erase and deny things than to confront them.

here is looking at ya kid