Otherwise the night is too dark. She is my slave goddess. It is something of a paradox. For some it is difficult to reconcile. Her body is mine, to instruct, to enjoy, to discipline, to pleasure, to torture, to tease, to arouse, to undress, to direct. To use as I please. Sexually she us completely under my control. I have no idea of the reasons or circumstance behind the statue in the photograph. A goddess and a slave.

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Spent listening to the birds. The tapping of her fingers on a keyboard. And although she knew this was only a dream. It made her smile anyway. She thought herself a cloud. Soft, stormy, silent. And sometimes wispy and radiant. A mismatched marriage resulted in two of the most beautiful and kind hearted children I could ever have imagined. I wish I knew w.

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I absolutely am still in shock over yet another loss in my family. Today we woke up to the news that my cousins life was stolen from an addictive drug, HEROIN. A year ago this month heroin also stole my sons fathers life and I just pray daily that I never have to be that parent waking up to a call that my son has over dosed on any kind of medicine.

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Steal my breath with beauty. Stir my world with passion. Touch me with tender intent. And I am forever in your debt.