Whispers on the Wind

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-11-2013, 02:22 PM

Hungry for your words upon my skin.
I long to swallow your solliloquies,
And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy.

My soul sleeps.
Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper.
The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance.

Each word, a seperate caress.
Heightening my desires.
Making me crave more.
Give to me the gift of your epic.

And as you wink at me,
An unspoken promise upon your lips.
I offer you the mystery that is me.
Begging.
Longing.
Craving.
Nothing more than your words.

Syllables of strikingly vivid hues,
Painted upon the canvas of my desires.
And through the gates of erotic prose,
Give to me not only the world,
But the universe whole.

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:20 AM

Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment
Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page
This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:23 AM

I lust for passion
sweet upon my tongue.

I ache to worship your luscious places.

I want my fingers to frantically swim
beneath your wet sea.

I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire
whispered in my heart.

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:25 AM

Can you handle me

when I crawl across the floor to you with that pleading look in my eyes?

Can you handle me

when I beg for your cruelty, your mercy?

Can you handle me

bared on the rack before you, waiting for your next move?

Can you handle me

when I beg for just one more lashing from your new cane?

Can you handle me

when the tears well in my eyes after you have taken me further than my own limitations?

Can you handle me

when I need nothing more than to serve you, please you?

Can you handle me

when you place the collar about my neck, the marks upon my skin, marking me as your own?

Can you handle me

and my submission given only to you?

Can you handle me

when I bleed for you, cry for you, long for you?

Can you handle me?

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:27 AM

Slashes
Red
Against
Canvas of
Ivory
Flesh

Leather
Worn
Smooth by
Sweat

Encircling
Wrists

Holding
Firm

Iron
Will
Holding
Firmer

It is
My Need
My Want
My Submission

Holding
Me
There

Crack
Of
Thunder

Each
Time
The Whip
Strikes
Skin

Then
A Flogger
A Crop
A Torch

Composing
Symphonies
Of
Grunts
Moans
Sighs

My Body
The Orchestra

You
The Conductor

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:28 AM

Emotions streaking the page of my life so like watercolors in the rain.
Hues of happiness in vibrant red, yellow and orange blur into despair's shadow of black.

Even in my maturity, I long to wail and rally at a mother's breast, demanding revenge.
Yet here, no law, no reason, no logic apply.

The imprint of your words striking harshly against my frail exterior.
And if I'd the strength of the Titans, I would banish you into exile.

Yet beyond the silhouette,
Contained within the reflection of the shattered mirror;
I stare at your face, and I see
Myself.

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:30 AM

I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers,
thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples

But now you sit still as stone
Locked within the fortress of your own pain
Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you

You were to me a life-saver,
And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free

Could we again be like we were
Could we be like the camera caught us
Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded?

As the leaves now fall from the trees
Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you

I turn and walk away
Forsaking everything
Including the coins that rustle in my pocket
And choosing the path of the recluse

I wander now
Alone
A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering
In solitude

10-11-2013, 02:22 PM	#1
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	02/23/2006 Hungry for your words upon my skin. I long to swallow your solliloquies, And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy. My soul sleeps. Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper. The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance. Each word, a seperate caress. Heightening my desires. Making me crave more. Give to me the gift of your epic. And as you wink at me, An unspoken promise upon your lips. I offer you the mystery that is me. Begging. Longing. Craving. Nothing more than your words. Syllables of strikingly vivid hues, Painted upon the canvas of my desires. And through the gates of erotic prose, Give to me not only the world, But the universe whole. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:20 AM	#2
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	03/29/2005 Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:23 AM	#3
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	06/06/2005 I lust for passion sweet upon my tongue. I ache to worship your luscious places. I want my fingers to frantically swim beneath your wet sea. I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire whispered in my heart. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:25 AM	#4
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	09/19/2005 Can you handle me when I crawl across the floor to you with that pleading look in my eyes? Can you handle me when I beg for your cruelty, your mercy? Can you handle me bared on the rack before you, waiting for your next move? Can you handle me when I beg for just one more lashing from your new cane? Can you handle me when the tears well in my eyes after you have taken me further than my own limitations? Can you handle me when I need nothing more than to serve you, please you? Can you handle me when you place the collar about my neck, the marks upon my skin, marking me as your own? Can you handle me and my submission given only to you? Can you handle me when I bleed for you, cry for you, long for you? Can you handle me? __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:27 AM	#5
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	10/18/2005 Slashes Red Against Canvas of Ivory Flesh Leather Worn Smooth by Sweat Encircling Wrists Holding Firm Iron Will Holding Firmer It is My Need My Want My Submission Holding Me There Crack Of Thunder Each Time The Whip Strikes Skin Then A Flogger A Crop A Torch Composing Symphonies Of Grunts Moans Sighs My Body The Orchestra You The Conductor __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:28 AM	#6
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	02/28/2006 Emotions streaking the page of my life so like watercolors in the rain. Hues of happiness in vibrant red, yellow and orange blur into despair's shadow of black. Even in my maturity, I long to wail and rally at a mother's breast, demanding revenge. Yet here, no law, no reason, no logic apply. The imprint of your words striking harshly against my frail exterior. And if I'd the strength of the Titans, I would banish you into exile. Yet beyond the silhouette, Contained within the reflection of the shattered mirror; I stare at your face, and I see Myself. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:30 AM	#7
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	02/28/2006 I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers, thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples But now you sit still as stone Locked within the fortress of your own pain Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you You were to me a life-saver, And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free Could we again be like we were Could we be like the camera caught us Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded? As the leaves now fall from the trees Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you I turn and walk away Forsaking everything Including the coins that rustle in my pocket And choosing the path of the recluse I wander now Alone A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering In solitude __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

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