tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25974641905586599782012-02-16T11:39:43.426+01:00Moonlighted gardenDeep in the woods where you can find man's darker desires.....moonheartnoreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-16379117897864877382009-06-16T14:02:00.002+02:002009-06-16T14:05:07.878+02:00I 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 moonheartnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-90827413265422810892009-06-09T16:30:00.004+02:002009-06-09T16:47:41.968+02:00ShelterPhotograph by Autumn SinnichsenWould you care for me?I won't take up much room,and would be happyto sleep at your feet,or snuggle with you in your big chair.Would you give mea little bit of your time?A pat on the head, orscratch my ears.Even a belly rubwould be just fine.Do you hearmy cry and heartbeat?Take heed ofwho I am:I'm loyal and lovingand offer you my life.Would you care for me?I'll be moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-64104743957551139432009-06-09T01:16:00.011+02:002009-06-21T03:04:52.245+02:00I bloom in the dark forest 'cause you are my sun I made this video playlist at myflashfetish.commoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-67698560560559949772009-05-30T21:36:00.011+02:002009-06-01T11:49:38.749+02:00Handed down to my sensesPhotograph 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 sweetmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-68197554381009985822009-05-12T23:05:00.015+02:002009-06-21T03:06:37.520+02:00Geluiden van het bos * Sounds of the forestEenzaam en alleenligt zij daar al urenop een bed van dennennaaldenontdaan van haar kledinggebonden aan polsenenkels gespreid als aan een rad.Alleen en eenzaamzicht op de wolkendie achter de boomtoppen zeilenverlicht door de heldere maande mond gesnoerdde oren gespitst.Geen Meester, geen genadeeenzaam en alleenmet haar angsten en verdrietpijn in rug en benenin armen, billen en nekkoud van moonheartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-25398536139373024472009-05-04T18:30:00.002+02:002009-05-04T18:37:13.848+02:00Disclosure The soft glowing moondiscloses your devotion.Dancing butterflies..........moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-1445395779394912732009-04-12T00:26:00.001+02:002009-04-12T00:28:10.517+02:00Bunnies and eggsmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-58396978307360903242009-04-05T17:34:00.002+02:002009-04-05T17:37:29.430+02:00Lost in dreams Photograph by Christine Meadows aka Poison girl 112moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-22477598097638518642009-03-16T23:27:00.004+01:002009-03-16T23:35:26.933+01:00BreakoutI 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!moonheartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-69588889804723288082009-02-14T16:58:00.005+01:002009-02-14T17:12:38.378+01:00Melted wings Photograph by David Samson * Dog Day AfternoonMelted wingsI flew too close to the sun's reaching, beckoning raysI flew too close to the sun's bright, hopeful eyesnow I am choking in the sun's pool of heavy sighs.Poem by Francesca Martin moonheartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-88526784281682091802009-02-04T00:25:00.001+01:002009-03-16T23:36:27.504+01:00i'm dancing barefootmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-86062326519124917082009-02-03T01:22:00.006+01:002009-02-03T01:55:24.311+01:00Afternoon song Photograph: Russian by MoorenoThough your wicked eyebrows callYour nature into question(Unangelic's their suggestion,Witch whose eyes enthrall)I adore you still O foolish terrible emotion Kneeling in devotionAs a priest to his idol will.Your undone braids concealDesert, forest scents,In your exotic countenanceLie secrets unrevealed.Over your flesh perfume driftsLike incense 'round a censor,moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-33668280479381639682009-01-25T21:53:00.004+01:002009-03-16T23:37:16.144+01:00Beautiful day Today, was a beautiful winterday. Cold, but the sun was shining, promising that warmer days will come very soon. Do you think this whipped girl felt the cold on her glowing skin?moonheartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-52256296304622238282009-01-23T16:20:00.004+01:002009-03-16T23:37:48.061+01:00Such a rainy day But i could already smell spring in the air last week.....moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-6374369254863507542008-12-24T00:59:00.006+01:002009-03-16T23:38:14.042+01:00Awaiting * I'm pretty sure she's not waiting for Santa. ;-) * moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-19105568184953615082008-12-23T02:05:00.007+01:002009-03-16T23:38:38.762+01:00WinterchainsLege veldengure windkale bomende winter begint.Koud als waterbrandt de luchtdie langs mijn keelnaar binnen vlucht.Om zich even laterdoor 'stoom' omgevennet zo snel weernaar buiten te begeven.Ik sta daar alleenslechts van mezelf bewustterwijl de sneeuwmijn voeten kust.Helemaal geen kleren aanmijn lijf naakt als de natuurdoor Meester vervormdin een gebogen postuur.Armen naast elkaargebogen moonheartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-50437975443051306372008-12-21T22:00:00.007+01:002009-01-06T23:39:52.483+01:00WintersongsI made this video playlist at myflashfetish.commoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-71313433183185875402008-12-21T15:40:00.001+01:002009-02-04T00:31:08.771+01:00Me and my tree Photograph by Unique Nudesmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-77961848436044803632008-11-30T02:25:00.004+01:002009-03-16T23:39:14.079+01:00Face towards the setting sun and leaves are fallingmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-78851325797213759492008-11-18T22:51:00.004+01:002008-11-18T23:00:50.331+01:00Such a beautiful dress; all dirty......Little pig awaiting nervously the big bad wolf. I made this picture for the one close to my heart; the lovely slut on display. Inspired by her unsettling story. moonheartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-33629113978467490432008-11-17T00:40:00.004+01:002008-11-17T00:44:14.310+01:00TrackerHello there! (echo...echo...) The silence is overwhelming. I'm wondering; am i alone in the woods or are there other travellers as well? Please, i would appreciate it if you leave some trail......moonheartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-40041283649395396062008-11-17T00:12:00.004+01:002009-03-16T23:39:56.474+01:00Honied yellow dripping gold Honied yellow dripping gold,Leaf of autumnin the coldDancing onin crisp despairWhirling onenchanted airFalling silently toearthen tombAway from tree'srooted armPerhaps the silencebroken thenBy hollow criesof autumn griefSynchronized withthe falling leaf- S.K.Lindemanmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-58126375220287707112008-11-08T23:15:00.002+01:002009-03-16T23:40:20.167+01:00Elevation High, higher than the sunYou shoot me from a guni need you to elevate me here,at the corner of your lipsas the orbit of your hipseclipse, You elevate my souli've lost all self-controlBeen living like a moleNow going down, excavationi and i in the skyYou make me feel like i can flyso high, elevationA star lit up like a cigarStrung out like a guitarMaybe You could educate my mindExplain all these moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-71416837568814052582008-10-29T23:31:00.000+01:002008-10-29T23:32:58.824+01:00The vixen's love Art by Ellie Grecomoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-2486738744723435762008-10-26T22:07:00.000+01:002008-10-26T23:25:50.941+01:00Autumn inspirationsMeester Alexander was inspired by my garden and sended me two poems about autumn. For the non-Dutch: it's in the dutch language. Tnx Lex for the poems, i like them.De herfst komt gestaagmet de zon zo laagdat de warmte die zij straaltje al bijna niet meer haalt.De lengte van de nachtwint daags aan krachttot het ochtendglorenpas tegen de middag wordt geboren.Bladeren dwarrelen in het rondze vallen moonheartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-15388127957909558962008-10-18T22:45:00.000+02:002008-10-18T22:48:53.117+02:00Oooooooooh teddy! Girl; beware of the bears in the woods.......moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-20534758265393945572008-10-15T21:59:00.000+02:002008-10-15T22:01:04.317+02:00It's nice weather for a walkmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-55628698937926221262008-10-10T18:18:00.000+02:002008-10-10T18:24:49.976+02:00Silent delightNIGHT The sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest,And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.First words from William Blakes NIGHTmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-14196783708243765782008-10-08T00:37:00.000+02:002008-10-08T00:41:41.971+02:00Intens red autumn leavesmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-85302117935888347512008-10-05T22:37:00.000+02:002008-10-05T23:02:17.659+02:00Gilles BerquetI love the photographs of Gilles Berquet a lot. Therefore three beautiful photographs in this garden to enjoy.moonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-1489162386052949732008-09-28T14:09:00.000+02:002009-06-16T14:12:41.388+02:00moonheartnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-88751583648219571892008-09-27T13:03:00.001+02:002009-03-16T23:41:23.253+01:00Hazelnutmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-20400228267183927992008-09-26T14:15:00.001+02:002008-09-26T14:17:51.972+02:00Dropped ° Steelfingermoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-22834193073728180182008-09-26T14:01:00.001+02:002009-03-16T23:41:44.770+01:00Strange flowersmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-44008103458388409532008-09-26T13:59:00.000+02:002008-09-26T14:00:19.516+02:00Miss B. tied to tree ° Mark Freemanmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-44964962012845799912008-09-26T13:56:00.001+02:002009-03-16T23:42:08.822+01:00Pet needs to go outmoonheartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597464190558659978.post-51018995625891998292008-09-26T13:43:00.000+02:002008-09-26T14:18:52.191+02:00Autumn leaves ° Jeff SuretteBecause i have lots of wonderful pictures of submissives out in the woods and much, much more, i thought it would be a perfect time to start this blog as my favourite season, autumn, begins. I hope you will enjoy my little paradise on the net.moonheartnoreply@blogger.com5