Speak to Me of Love

Hours until dawn, stillness surrounds
The meadow empty and silent.
Unheard, unbidden, and only felt
Silently strumming her cithara
Erato whispers within my heart
                 Háblame de amor


The sun creeps slowly, lingering away
Teasing me until daybreak
I wonder will you be Lenore
Nevermore can I ask of you
               Μίλα μου της αγάπης


When my heart weeps in despair
The darkness creeps over my soul
Erato points to the sky
                 Parlami d'amore


Light and brighter through parting clouds
Waxing from new, only a start
               Parlez-moi d'amour


Cold Moon warms my heart
                    Sprich zu mir von Liebe

The Coat

When I was a rising star, or so I thought, I dressed the part.  I bought most of my clothes at a men’s clothier in downtown Hartford.  They were the equivalent of Brooks Brothers before Brooks Brothers became Mall Brothers.  Buying there was a nice experience, the clothes were very high quailty, the staff all pleasant, several knew my name.

One fall day, in the window facing Asylum Street was an overcoat.  A stunning overcoat.  Dark blue, neutra collar, decked out with a contrasting scarf.  Just the thing for those winter days waiting for the commuter bus, with the buttons needed to close it up and keep out drafts.  A little sign on the floor next to it said it all: $600.  This was about 1976.  That’s about $2,400 today.  Out of my price range for sure. 

Wasn’t long before I changed jobs, with a substantial raise.  Spring was nearly gone and I needed some slacks and went to the store.  While I was there, I asked Rich if he still had any of those coats.  Rich rotated a couple of rack and found where they were hidden away.  Did I say they?  I mean IT was hidden away.  They had one left, and it was my size and on sale for $450.  I couldn’t resist. I bought it. 

I still have it, or actually, my son has it.  I don’t wear it very often in Atlanta, we’re not that formal and it’s not that cold here, and I guess overcoats and top coats are as out of style as ties.

I also bought a fur cosack type hat made from natural beaver.  Can you think of anything warmer than putting your head inside a natural beaver?

My sub, my muse

Second in a series about what I get from being an online Dom.

I’m putting together a volume of my writing from and about different times in my life, mostly vignettes, short pieces,  to give a bit of a flavor of what my life was like.  Why?  Because I so wish I had something like that from more of my ancestors.  I do have one poem written by my great grandfather to my great grandmother by way of an apology.  I have no idea what he did, what month or year it was, but it was written on Wednesday night.  I also have a memoir written by my Aunt about her younger years.  Fascinating to me, if no one else.  In this volume I’m including the poetry I’ve written at different times in my life.  The writing coincides with the times in my life when I was most in love; when I had a muse.  Some of it is really awful, but I’m including it anyway.

That’s another reward to having a sub that’s dedicated to me.  She inspires feelings deep within me that bubble up in creative passions.  I feel better then, colors are brighter, skies clearer, skin softer, eyes sparkle more.  I have to write and make other small efforts at creativity.

Naked in a Special Way

First in a series about what I get from being an online Dom.

Having a beautiful woman who will get naked for you, not just nude, but willing to expose all of herself, thoughts, desires, and fears to you is perhaps the greatest reward  I get. For me, it not so sexual, it’s intimate.  It requires a degree of trust rarely found between two people, although, in the best of all worlds, you’d find it in all marriages.

What makes them naked?  Standing before me and removing their clothes slowly one item at a time, being scrutinized, admired, carefully evaluated creates a vulnerability in the sub that can be countered with a comforting intimacy and security.  In our society, most are brought up to hide the body and it’s natural functions so exposing those opens the door to deeper feelings.  For most subs there is a sexual component that becomes attached to the nudity.

What do I get from this is intimacy with my sub?  At my age, I've seen enough vaginas and nipples to last quite a while.  I don't want to see parts because I know what a vagina looks like, I know what breasts look like, now I want to know what the person looks like, inside and out. 

If you don't trust me (or anyone) enough for that then we are not ready to move forward in this relationship.  If you just want to be friends, this is not a problem, Still I want to know you, not your pussy.

Sometimes people show me none of themselves and receive the like in return.  But the baring of souls is always reciprocated, although I don't take all that are offered.  Some feel that are ready, but peddle backward from the abyss as fast as they can when they face the final leap.  It's quite amusing, actually, these are often the one's who have talked and written the most about how submissive they are, but in the end, it's only to their keyboard that is submissive.