Intersexion

It was a dream fully realized that was lived richly, hungrily, until its inevitable end. Tension pressed inward, movement tethered and restrained, the spirit strained through a fine and unforgiving sieve until longing gently unfastened the chaste. And there, at the threshold between ache and awakening, the beautiful Being discovered the key at last: unlocking the cage not by force, but by will alone, almost as if by magic. Unmade by love, released from devotion, this beautiful being gathers back every trembling thing once given. Two bodies loosen from the heat of becoming One, separation sliding slowly like silk from bare skin— aching, tender, as the body slowly remembers its own name.

locked away in a gilded cage is a being of such Beauty that whenever eyes are laid upon this creature, they cannot tell if it is real or if it is a dream. No one can believe that such a thing can be held aloft in such a device of shining silver and gold, yet it is, and meant for only the strongest among them.  Made of love and trained to serve,  this being gives everything that is good  to  a Master of fate and desire,  into a f ulcrum of Love,  a  union of two into One.

Just to feel you  Outside, next to, alongside, inside, close to me is Heaven on Earth

All it takes is just one touch and I am Yours like it is our first time, every time

I know that I wield a heat that burns hot and bright, only those who have held fire in the palm of their hands will know that they can stand the heat of my flame If I am aimed in your direction, know that you are one of the strongest of men You can stand the blaze, and you are made greater by it.

oh Master what masterpieces will You paint using Your brushes which tickle and prick on the strokes You choose what shades of red and brown, purple and black will splay across the golden caramel canvas that lays obediently taught yet slack before You oh Master what shapes will appear, what messages will be relayed, what joys will be displayed, that Your artistry commands from its praise for the masterpiece You craft, shape, and devise to bring pleasure to the mind upon those secret set of eyes _____ Magic exists in the stroke that is also where Heaven is found  in the bend of Your wrists, in the twist of the brush And the canvas is Yours to command as You wish, a display of Your power a kind of Love that  becomes  Bliss

I kneel before you and open my Self wide You give me your Water, and I drink from the fountain of Pleasure

the roughest boys on the playground have the most tender touch and always give me the sweetest kisses  hidden far from the most prying of eyes you are softest on the inside,  and that is more than okay your secret is safe with me

The ones I have touched  have never felt a fire as burning hot as mine they fall deep and are consumed by the flames  but they always find a way  to burrow out of the ashes   to be reborn to Love  one more time

the hardest part is letting go;  I spit out your seeds and swallow your pulp I can feel it go down, it used to be so bitter but you left the sweetest taste in my mouth

love how you ask for dessert all the time love how you want more than your fair share of it more than one slice of pie love how you eat me taste the honey that flows out for you love how you let me satisfy your hunger love how you climb on top and burst my cherry so sweet leave me filled with what I need can't wait to give you another slice don't even need to ask it's yours hot and piping and sticky and sweet your favorite treat    

The strap striking against my skin Your fingers pressed in to my flesh Your teeth gripping the meat on my bone Your mouth wetting the soft of my body Your dick carving into my warm wet space These roads lead to the place of happiness From my pussy to your heart

I miss you. Do you think about what we had like I do?  We were perfect together.  I am forever thinking about you, those wonderful times. Let's build a time machine and go back, what do you say?  I would turn back time just to feel you again, like before.  Like I still do.

The scent of you is beyond exquisite When I am near you,  holding you close, your skin next to mine, I feel like a Mother when holding her new infant, intoxicated and enraptured by it’s sublime smell,  reminiscent of a Love so deep and Divine the One that goes beyond space and time I don’t want to be far away from you You are the New the welcomed beginnings that my Love needs

I return, over these long but few years since you left,  to places that we used go.  Sometimes people ask me,“where’s your husband…that man you are always with?",   ask how is “everything going with the two of you?”, they invite us to gatherings, to lavish parties that we socially fit into, they often want me to tell you simply, “Hello”? I know they only ask because they see me alone, without you.  We were inseparable. We still are. How do I tell anyone who asks...? How you left to go to another realm, and hopefully, you are there waiting for me..?