Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects._Pablo Neruda
On Relaxing.
Much of the imagery associated with BDSM consists of edgy photos, replete with rope, harnesses, whips, chains, and a veritable cornucopia of implements. And much of the action depicts hot, steamy rough sex and/or torture. Impressive as they are, they don’t always convey the richness of a meaningful bond between Dominant and submissive.
While I enjoy a fairly wide spectrum of these pleasures, I never miss the opportunity to just relax with my girl. At times it might entail a mid-day naked slumber, with her curled around my body like a spider monkey. Or, as depicted, it might be an opportunity to sit back and sip a glass of wine after a long day while I savor her ministrations.
Here is an insight. Those who do not fully appreciate an intimate bond cannot comprehend there are two individuals relaxing in the above photo. His comfort is quite obvious. Yet, an enlightened observer will appreciate she is also relaxed and savoring the moment. Consider the way she has primped for him in anticipation. Note his hand on her head, stroking her hair. And notice her posture - placing herself between his legs and allowing herself to feel enveloped by his presence.
For a submissive who has had an equally challenging day, there is no greater sense of relaxation than to be enveloped by the presence of her Dominant and to be pleasing him in a gentle, loving way. Just as he casts off the stresses of his day, she too becomes freed from meetings, deadlines, and expectations of others. For her, this is her place of refuge - her oasis on the fringe of darkness.
When I am immersed in this kind of a relaxed interlude with my girl, I feel the intimacy and the love of the pleasure she provides. I feel her cast off her tension and fall into me. And I am overcome with one thought….
We are home, together.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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