|
|
|  | |  | |  | |
|
|
|
MasterLarry64
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 hi I'm solitudesmiles, I'm the lil mouse in a cubby hole somewhere in your thoughts but beneath your notice i peek
my lil nose out occasionally, chew my way into your cereal
boxes leave prezzies in your silverware drawers. take your left sock but leave the right, and hide your keys. yup that's pretty much me lol, oh and I'm a bit spontaneous, forgetful, end up with a web when doing connect the dots, and i send birthday greetings 8
months early lol. but somebody luvs me they just
havent found me yet lol.
i'm a submissive., who enjoys the company of others. a clear sky and the warm summers breeze....i'm here for the messags boards..
|
|
|
|
|
this is what happend to the "true submissive souls" somewhere along our journey of self exploration we were burnt but we kept moving on trying to find our place... and in our journey we fell into the arms of the wrong type of person/s, and with the submissive disire with in us we tryed to mold ourselves to become perfect with the person whom we found ourselves to be with. and during that time we changed the submissive with us began to die. but with some the submissive will never die compleley. she only goes into hibernation awaiting someone to come pull us out of our hibernation and to guide us back to whom we're ment to be. |
|
|
|
|
borrowed from gwynvyd
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. |
|
|
|
|
i hate the cold
long nights that linger without an end, slient winds stirring, sliceing like cold steal searing across your skin.
short days that yeld no warmth, rays of light seeking without touching but leaving no mark.
trees becoming bare, leaves departing dancing slowly spreading their seed, creating a colorful blanket to comfort the forgotten.
~by me~ |
|
|
|
|
The submissive heart bleeds and grieves. It grows with the strength of dominants and fades with the lack of attention. It withers in isolation and blooms in the arms of love. It glows under observation and dims when ignored. When thrust into comparison with other submissive persons it fades, it bleeds, and it slowly dies. The submissive heart is fragile, yet in many ways strong. It can take many beatings in its evolution, continue to bleed and grow. Nevertheless, it does evolve. The tender submissive heart hardens, until the soul of the submissive either dies away and evolves into something not submissive. It may turn into a switch. It may even turn to the opposite, becoming a dominant heart. This is not done out of desire, for the true heart of a submissive wants to be a submissive, yearns to be a slave. The best dominants come from experiencing submissiveness mainly due to the fact they treat submissive persons in the way they wanted to be treated. Dominants often deal with their own insecurities, unsure of how to revive the wilting submissive heart. Far too often, the ability and chance slips through their fingers. The experienced dominant may tend to live in the past, looking to relive past events and emotions and not realize that he or she is letting the potential bright future in the submissive heart before him or her slip away. Inattention, lack of physical contact, absence of appreciation will cause the submissive heart to retract from view. In its place is often born the ability to take care of itself on its own, struggling to grow and strengthen, to cover the vulnerable spots out of protectiveness. Once again, the submissive heart bleeds and grieves.
The submissive heart bleeds and grieves. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
| Age: 19 |
| Nashville,
Tennessee |
|
|
|
| | |
