Your path, always...

"I feel Your heels, Your soles, the pressure. You stand above me, my pain & my pleasure. The cheekbones creak, awareness flies, my soul again soaring way up to the skies. No past, just present, no future will be. That calm intense beauty once more calls to me. You hear my soft cries, my moans of desire, the pain,it explodes with cool licks of fire. You've led me again to this far away place; a haven, a dreamscape, my own deep sub-space. All thought is gone only feeling is real, the child inside me again free to feel. I so long to stay here, our own 'Neverland' so soon You retrieve me, the touch of Your hand. Soft palm on my brow, so honest, so pure. for You My Dear Lady much more will endure. The taste of my tears & My Lady so sweet, forever submissive, to kneel at Your feet. A new, truer path My Lady has shown & together I hope our spirits have flown." micamino

No Other

he falls before Beauty.
Hypnotic, deep-eyed gaze
that unwraps to the very soul.
No longer himself, but more so.
Revealed. Naked. Hers.

She alone understands,
only Her intoxicating embrace
shapes the patterns of his desires.
Their glorious dance of Pain & Pleasure
Boundless. Indivisible. Perfect.

To be in Her shadow!
Captured. Controlled. Cherished.
he is enamoured, 
She his Queen
Beauty. Poise. Elegance.

All senses heightened,
Her touch, silky smooth
now harsh, biting;
fleeting sensual incandescences,
Only Her. Mistress. No other.

An Ode to Edgeplay ;-/

'I give You my life', breathes the sub,
as Mistress looks down from above.
Tied down on his back, chin up to the sky,
while She makes his choice; to live or to die.
The breathing gets harder, She feels his pulse race,
whilst standing serene, with angelic face.
No air for him until She so decides,
reality changes, awakes his minds-eye.
All senses full, no thoughts to explain,
but totally focused on Her & this 'pain'.
First blackness, then stars; a dreamlike place,
once more aware of slipping to space.
How far can we go? In Mistress will trust,
to bring me back safely & not 'dust to dust',
but pushing the limits, increasing the pain
and upping intensity, time and again.
So soon She steps off, it feels such a shame,
cool air rushes in & he's breathing again.
Her scent fills his lungs, as heart slows it's pace,
already missing Her squeezing embrace.
These experiences and loves are felt by so few,
so sad when he leaves Her, yet feels born anew.

micamino

Feeling So Alive!

I step in, a little nervous as always, take off my problems and put them in a neat pile in Her ante-chamber, take a deep breath and knock on the dragon-door.

Sweet siren voice calls me to Her and I bumble inelegantly through and onto hallowed ground. Such heavenly curves! Kneeling before Perfection, once more my heart melts. As I bathe in Her warm, sensuous glow, drink in Her beauty and breathing Her pulse-quickening fragrance, ever deeper until I feel I am drowning in Her.

Where lies the defining line between right and wrong; Pleasure & Pain? Let's pass beyond all, in awareness together. Vanilla is fine, it has its place, just as does magnolia. But what is life without a flash of red & black?!

The trivia of life; the work, the 'stuff', next years' holiday,a pay rise, a nice car forgotten - all becomes 'virtual'.
Stiletto's & dragons, silk & satin, leather & lace. A rush of adrenaline brings blood to a face. Salty sweetness, darkness & light, lucidity, dreamtime, agony & ecstacy.
All is replaced with what is real: The Thrill, Here & Now. Shared Experience and Emotion - the proof that we are Alive!

micamino )0(;-/ xxxx