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My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly,
and can only be given to one who can appreciate
that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength
will I give myself fully,
because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.


 ~~Author Unknown~~

...love...

I stopped

thinking about

beauty

when

I saw

love between

blind couple

Betraktaren

Betraktaren

Jag är här, för att betrakta.

Tar inte längre del av det som ses.

Tillhöra, tillhörighet.

Inget för en som mig.

Jag är en betraktare,

utan delaktighet i er helhet

 

- Anonym

Submission

***
There is a sweet Black to it all..

 The heavy hand.. the gentle sweep of

 flesh to flesh..

 I open myself to Him…

Heart.. Mind.. Soul..

 And He buries Himself well..

 His Mastery is the Tone..

 The Look..

 The Touch..

With Him.. I can be myself..

 I can give with all my heart..

 I can be vulnerable and innocent..

 I can be freed of Control

In His palm… I can place my life.

 I belong to Him.

 I am the clay

 He the molder..

 I bend to His will

 and He….

Will never break the fragile Gift of my submission

***


hoppe

Morgentanker

"Når jeg tenker på

hvor myk du er

om morgenen

blir jeg hard

og vil ta deg"


Hyndla

"Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"

 "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"

 

As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was
on my watch, yeah
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
care
If so I can't imagine why
about time
We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had
stopped cold dead
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
care
If so I can't imagine why
about time
We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people trying to beat the clock,
oh, so I just don't know,
I just don't know
And I said, yes I said
Background Vocal:
People runnin' everywhere
Don't know the way to go
Don't know where I am
Can't see past the next step
Don't have to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
care
If so I can't imagine why
about time
We've all got time enough to die
Oh no, no

 

 

"The Chicago Transit Authority" (1969)



...søvnløs...

nok en gang
står solen opp
uten at jeg
har fått søvn
i kroppen

Kj...-Ærlighet

                

Kjærlighet består av ti bokstaver;

åtte av de er Ærlighet.

Stjernens drøm

Ræk højt, for stjernerne ligger gemt i dig.
Drøm dybt, for hver drøm går forud for målet.

Kvinden

Dødsriket

Jeg skriker. 

Kroppen verker overalt, men den kjennes ikke ut som min. 

Jeg forsøker å åpne øynene, men øyenlokkene lar seg ikke rikke. Alle lyder er dempet, som på bunnen av elven. Og jeg er våt, men befinner meg ikke under vann. Den kjølige luften treffer huden og fortrenger et øyeblikk smerten idet kulden rister gjennom meg. Overalt er det lyder jeg aldri har hørt.

Jeg løftes opp, svinges gjennom luften, og verden snurrer. Øynene blir presset åpne. Det svir. Store skygger farer forbi meg som demoner i natten. Jeg ser noe komme mot meg, og med ett ser jeg et hvitt kjempeansikt som gapskratter. Skrik tømmer lungene mine igjen.

Jeg er kommet til dødsriket. 


Bian Shen

xXx

Den nakne kroppen er nesten borte. Hun ligger foran meg, men jeg kan så vidt skimte henne. Noen få flekker av henne er alt som ikke er visket ut, men de fyller meg med et sinne som sluker alt. Først da hun er helt borte, reiser jeg meg. Armene mine er foran meg, men jeg kan ikke se dem.

Jeg går og går, og kun morgenen vekker meg til verden.
Jeg faller. Tårene mine renner, forsøker å vaske meg tilbake, men jeg vil ikke.

Hendene mine finner punktet før jeg vet hva jeg vil.
Jeg dekker kroppen min fra bunn til topp.
Verden vil aldri finne meg igjen.

Bian Shen

Duett

To hjerter og en sjel

To dråper faller ned

Faller ned og blir til en

Som to hjerter og en sjel

Du trenger bare en å dele med

For to par øyne de ser mer

Blir man ikke sett er man ingenting

 Du trenger bare en for å kjenne deg til

 To skjebner og en drøm som ber den samme bønn

-ukjent-

First Conversation

If you could speak would you describe where you've been
The world you came from?
Do the babies fall from stars above
Or are they chemical results of love?
Were you meant for me
As I was meant for you?

And could you tell us where you journey began
On a spirit planet?
Are you a sacret gift in flesh and blood
Carried by the thought of God?
Did He call for you as He once called for me?

Your first reply is an everlasting smile
My breathing child - I am breathless by surprise
We get wiser through the brain
But somehow wiser through the pain
I just believe in you as you believe in me.

How did you find us - Did you choose from a list
A "Parents Yellow Pages"?
Or did we meet as angels in a dream
Or were you just the strongest in the stream
Did you reappear from Heaven somewhere near?

Your precious little face holds that secret
I don't care - Now you're here!

Cecilie Nordby

empty moments

I want to know
 if you can
be alone
 with yourself
 and if you truly like
 the company
you keep
 in the empty moments

Din Tøs i regnet

 

Hun flørter med de grå skyene

Den triste himmelen faller for henne

Deres melankolske elskov
kler henne naken
i regnet

lossius-2006

Begjæret & Ekstasen

 

                          

Det er en verden
under vår verden
Ett ansikt bak
vår bleke maske

En mørk drøm
venter på de
som søker,
men ikke vet
hva de leter etter

Der skinn og sinn
formes som leire
modelleres av
begjær og lyst
bortenfor all drøm,
all oppfattelse, all
forestilling.

Der smerte og ekstase
blandes, og blir
til en hellig gral
av sanseløs henfallelse

Vri nøkkelen, finn
låsen, åpne døren,
du vet du vil, du vet
du kan, hør den lave
lyden av verdens
kjødelige sjel.

En mørk sjel som lengter,
drømmer, begjærer,
over uvirkelige avstander
og uendelige tider etter
å røre ved dine hemmelige
lyster, de som du bare
så vidt vet om og tør
forestille deg…

I smertens evighet,
blir din hjerte og sjel
formet på nytt og på nytt,
over og over igjen, til
dine sanser ser altet
bortenfor altet, intet
bakenfor intet, og
føler galskapen rive
din eksistens bit
for bit for bit.

BeatPoet-2005
Udgivet den 4. juni 2015 by Stene Anker

"Roxanne"

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Rox—

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy

I know my mind is made up
So put away your make-up
Told you once, I won't tell you again
It's a bad way

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

Roxanne (you don't have to put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (you don't have to put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (you don't have to put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)

 

 

Writer(s): Gordon Sumner
Copyright: Gm Sumner

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