I ask you a favour

Sometimes you visit a nice blog, but you haven't the words to comment. I understand this. It happens to me often enough. But for the blogger the silence sometimes can be too loud. More precise; i cannot handle the silence most of the time. I start a blog to interact with the visitors and readers. Luckily there are some faithful readers who leave a trail. But often i wonder if i am alone here in wonderland? So therefore i ask the lurkers a favour. Please, will you delurk just this time for me, so that i know this blog is appreciated..... Thank you. :-)

Shelter

Photograph by Autumn Sinnichsen

Would you care for me?
I won't take up much room,
and would be happy
to sleep at your feet,
or snuggle with you in your big chair.

Would you give me
a little bit of your time?
A pat on the head, or
scratch my ears.
Even a belly rub
would be just fine.

Do you hear
my cry and heartbeat?
Take heed of
who I am:
I'm loyal and loving
and offer you my life.

Would you care for me?
I'll be here
just a few more days...
unless you would care for me
and take me home
to be your ever loving pet.

Don't leave without me, please...

Words by Jackie Jinks.

This poem is actually about a pet like a cat or a dog. To make people aware that if you need a pet that you first search at the Animal Shelters. I cannot agree more. I like this poem very much and it also has the right words for a 'human pet' aka a submissive to her Master. I hope that Jackie Jinks don't mind. If so i will delete the poem at this blog.

I bloom in the dark forest 'cause you are my sun

I made this video playlist at myflashfetish.com

Handed down to my senses

Photograph Don't call us, we'll call you by David Samson

As you forced me to the ground, tied me up to this branch, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head backwards, you allowed me merely to feel. Not merely but generously you handed me down to my senses. Last sunbeams warmed my skin, birds singing their last song, buzzing bees searching for honey, the smell of fire made me restless, the sweet smell of grass that tickled, the branch that scratched my tighs. But most of all the strength of your hands, your clothing upon my naked skin, your breath in my hair, your whispers in my ear, your weight upon my body. You took me to our secret garden where the fire heaten our fantasies, where the cruel sun burned my tormented skin and lighted up your eyes. Where your knife caressed my inviting skin, leaving filmy cuts, feeding the thirsty earth. Where even more darker dreams earthen, silently waiting to revive.

Geluiden van het bos * Sounds of the forest

Eenzaam en alleen ligt zij daar al uren op een bed van dennennaalden ontdaan van haar kleding gebonden aan polsen enkels gespreid als aan een rad. Alleen en eenzaam zicht op de wolken die achter de boomtoppen zeilen verlicht door de heldere maan de mond gesnoerd de oren gespitst. Geen Meester, geen genade eenzaam en alleen met haar angsten en verdriet pijn in rug en benen in armen, billen en nek koud van buiten angstig van binnen. Krakende takken in de verte iets dat valt, dichtbij Meester bent u daar? smeekt zij van binnen haar stem gesmoord door leer de eerste tranen wellen op. Ze herkent ze nu de geluiden in het bos ze zijn van Hem Hij is haar niet vergeten Zijn rustige passen komen naar haar toe de aanvankelijke kou bestaat niet meer. Warmte overspoeld haar geluk en vrede tegelijk als hij Zijn gezicht weer toont omringd door magisch maanlicht Hij lacht, zij lacht van achter haar gag plots huilt ze ook, van louter vreugde. Daar ligt zij, nog steeds op een bed van dennennaalden ontdaan van al haar kleding gebonden aan polsen en enkels overgeleverd aan Zijn grillen bereid alles opnieuw te doorstaan.

Lonely and deserted she lies there for hours on a bed of fir needles disposed of her clothes tied wrists ankles spreaded. Alone and isolated a view on the clouds that sailed behind the trees enlightened by the clear moon her mouth stopped pricked up ears. No Master, No mercy lonely and deserted with her fears and sorrow Aching back and legs arms, bottom, neck a cold body a frightened soul. Crackling branches in the distance something falling, nearby Master, is that You? she's begging inside her voice smothered by leather the first tears raising. Now she recognizes it the sounds of the forest they're His He hasn't forgotten her His quiet footsteps approaching her the initial cold doesn't excist anymore. Warmth overwhelming her happiness and peace together as she sees His face again surrounded by magical moonlight He smiles, she smiles behind her gag suddenly she also cries of pure joy. There she ever lies on this bed of fir needles disposed of all her clothes tied wrists and ankles at the mercy of all His whims prepared to endure it all again.

Picture by moonheart * Words by Master Alexander

Disclosure

The soft glowing moon
discloses your devotion.
Dancing butterflies..........

Bunnies and eggs

Lost in dreams

Photograph by Christine Meadows aka Poison girl 112

Breakout

I free myself from my cocoon to enjoy the spring that's in the air. And i dance like a butterfly in the first tender sunbeams that warm my heart. Birds are singing and i am happy!

Melted wings

Photograph by David Samson * Dog Day Afternoon

Melted wings

I flew too close to the sun's reaching, beckoning rays
I flew too close to the sun's bright, hopeful eyes
now I am choking in the sun's pool of heavy sighs.

Poem by Francesca Martin