3.07.2012
3.05.2012
February's Poems
masterpieced
Sacred Silence bleeds like ink
inching out from spattered blots
black across the paper of my mind
moving over every crevice, slowly
saturating thirsty wrinkled parchment
presenting a still, acquitted form
for you, waiting, for You
to augment,
asking inspiration.
in technicolor brilliance, words bloom
bursting onto pages of thought in rich lines
licking pain across my skin
stunning colors steal the black
breaking silence, Sacred Snap
soaking my mind with vibrant hues
holding insight paramount
pinned beneath what is your pen,
until the still, acquitted me
measures into what you see;
masterpieced by You.
© surrina booke 2012
Allocations
the freedom from his permission
to slide hands o'er his skin
to relish the textures ‘neath fingertip
press my lips to warm flesh
lose myself in simple sensation
of skin on skin with soft sigh
of bliss
the allowance from his sanction
to seek his kiss
to be brought to utter capitulation
from mere brush of lip ‘gainst lip
share his breath moments before mouths
meet and know just how wholly i
am his
the liberation from his assent
to be at his feet
wrap myself around his leg
secure and safe, my head upon his knee
leave myself there as i part
where i most want
to be
© surrina booke 2012
beseeching
oh, give me something to do for you
to ease you, to aid you
limited reach that i have
service that i bring to you
my self is all that i am
may i help in some small way?
what difference can i make?
what of this can i take?
to ease you, to aid you
in giving for your sake
outstretched hands, pleading heart
i’m helpless in this state
please, give me something to do for you
sum your burdens from great to few
gather all and steal away
to ease you, to aid you
lift millstone from your neck
i’d gladly bear the weight
but you are there and i am here
and idle hands must wait, i fear
to know the joy of work for you
and comfort, hold you near
troubles, yours i cannot share
wait still, unfolded heart
© surrina booke 2012
Vanilla Chains
Tonight I cry for him
Slow tears in staggered moments
That come with the futility of being idle
As I sit in the corner of my mundane cage
Helpless to help him
Seeing his struggles
Knowing his hurt
And unable to reach
Streaked cheeks press against the bars of my prison
Though I strain toward him
I gain no brush on fingertip
I am trapped
Incarcerated
By these vanilla chains and rails
This bondage I like not.
© surrina booke 2012
Keeper
lead me with your firmest grip
teach me with strong mind
bend me with your steadfast will
guide me as I grow
place each step along the path
with your solid word
but when you Know me, Keeper, mine,
Know me with Your Soul
© surrina booke 2012
Sacred Silence bleeds like ink
inching out from spattered blots
black across the paper of my mind
moving over every crevice, slowly
saturating thirsty wrinkled parchment
presenting a still, acquitted form
for you, waiting, for You
to augment,
asking inspiration.
in technicolor brilliance, words bloom
bursting onto pages of thought in rich lines
licking pain across my skin
stunning colors steal the black
breaking silence, Sacred Snap
soaking my mind with vibrant hues
holding insight paramount
pinned beneath what is your pen,
until the still, acquitted me
measures into what you see;
masterpieced by You.
© surrina booke 2012
Allocations
the freedom from his permission
to slide hands o'er his skin
to relish the textures ‘neath fingertip
press my lips to warm flesh
lose myself in simple sensation
of skin on skin with soft sigh
of bliss
the allowance from his sanction
to seek his kiss
to be brought to utter capitulation
from mere brush of lip ‘gainst lip
share his breath moments before mouths
meet and know just how wholly i
am his
the liberation from his assent
to be at his feet
wrap myself around his leg
secure and safe, my head upon his knee
leave myself there as i part
where i most want
to be
© surrina booke 2012
beseeching
oh, give me something to do for you
to ease you, to aid you
limited reach that i have
service that i bring to you
my self is all that i am
may i help in some small way?
what difference can i make?
what of this can i take?
to ease you, to aid you
in giving for your sake
outstretched hands, pleading heart
i’m helpless in this state
please, give me something to do for you
sum your burdens from great to few
gather all and steal away
to ease you, to aid you
lift millstone from your neck
i’d gladly bear the weight
but you are there and i am here
and idle hands must wait, i fear
to know the joy of work for you
and comfort, hold you near
troubles, yours i cannot share
wait still, unfolded heart
© surrina booke 2012
Vanilla Chains
Tonight I cry for him
Slow tears in staggered moments
That come with the futility of being idle
As I sit in the corner of my mundane cage
Helpless to help him
Seeing his struggles
Knowing his hurt
And unable to reach
Streaked cheeks press against the bars of my prison
Though I strain toward him
I gain no brush on fingertip
I am trapped
Incarcerated
By these vanilla chains and rails
This bondage I like not.
© surrina booke 2012
Keeper
lead me with your firmest grip
teach me with strong mind
bend me with your steadfast will
guide me as I grow
place each step along the path
with your solid word
but when you Know me, Keeper, mine,
Know me with Your Soul
© surrina booke 2012
3.04.2012
Feeling a bit down...
So yesterday E and I had a tiny bit of time together (he's been away with work for the past week or so) that was filled with some rather intense stuff for me.. He actually got tears from me with some particular placement of clamps and the movement of said clamps. I was barely able to handle the ones on my pussy to begin with but when he moved them... yeah. I didn't handle that very well at allllllll I'm not sure if I actually begged him to take it off or not, but I was pleading in my head.
The second time was pretty damn unintentional. He had me in some precarious bondage and had nipple clamps attached to something at my knees and I was bent over and he was inside me and it was getting damn good but his phone rang and he moved to answer it which threw off my balance which caused tremendous nipple pain. I was blindfolded, but I was going grey... my vision went wonky it hurt so bad and I 'm not exactly sure what happened between that time and the time he got me on the bed, but my face was wet and my nose was sniffly. I'm assuming tears.
Everything else was wonderful. Intense and wonderful, but we didn't get any time to savor it. I had to rush out and get back home to the kids and then by the time I was where I could get back online to talk to him he was out for the evening. We talked briefly on the phone before bed but not much and then today all I've gotten have been offline messages.
I don't want to feel needy or to seem needy either. I've been fighting tears since around lunch and I'm nuzzling my snuzzle monkey as I lie in bed writing this. Geographically he's closer to me than he has been in a week, but I feel even further away. I know he wants to get time in with everyone and that I have other obligations that keep me from being able to spend the time I want with him and that this situation can't really be helped right now to much degree of satisfaction, but that doesn't stop me from feeling so... left.
I'm going to stop writing before I start crying.
~surri
The second time was pretty damn unintentional. He had me in some precarious bondage and had nipple clamps attached to something at my knees and I was bent over and he was inside me and it was getting damn good but his phone rang and he moved to answer it which threw off my balance which caused tremendous nipple pain. I was blindfolded, but I was going grey... my vision went wonky it hurt so bad and I 'm not exactly sure what happened between that time and the time he got me on the bed, but my face was wet and my nose was sniffly. I'm assuming tears.
Everything else was wonderful. Intense and wonderful, but we didn't get any time to savor it. I had to rush out and get back home to the kids and then by the time I was where I could get back online to talk to him he was out for the evening. We talked briefly on the phone before bed but not much and then today all I've gotten have been offline messages.
I don't want to feel needy or to seem needy either. I've been fighting tears since around lunch and I'm nuzzling my snuzzle monkey as I lie in bed writing this. Geographically he's closer to me than he has been in a week, but I feel even further away. I know he wants to get time in with everyone and that I have other obligations that keep me from being able to spend the time I want with him and that this situation can't really be helped right now to much degree of satisfaction, but that doesn't stop me from feeling so... left.
I'm going to stop writing before I start crying.
~surri
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