Do not judge me for who I am
I am I and I am free
I do not ask you to be like me
Your world is different and not for me.

Do not worry about what I do
I am safe and loved you see
His touch maybe different, but his care is immense
We are no different inside
Our hearts still beat, our lungs still breath.

I know that you worry that I am not safe,
I understand the fears that you have
However, trust in me, I am who I am
I know my own mind, I am happy
And for once, I am free.

So please calm your fears, open your eyes and see
The smile on my face and the warmth in my heart.
My world is different please do not judge
If I could explain, I would.


Insanity 2010

brilliant. one I think some of us can relate to

I like that.Maybe you can share more..?
Might make me share some of my writings raw.


I wonder who you are writing about and who to..
Its very nice.

It wasnt aimed at anyone really, i had been talking to a friend about her coming out as on the scene and it just triggered something, i get urges to write and well as that was what was on my mind thats what i wrote. But i myself have recently spoken to my mum in more depth about my Dom, one of her fears was that he was abusing me, she couldnt understand why it gave me pleasure, now she just accepts its a part of me and asks not to know the details, which works well for me.

TAB (written for Bitzi)

a dry swallowing lump in the throat
sweat
stark and sitting upright
taut bonds
keepin the fright a rubber bit
with a vision through nylon
stifled and masked into silence
the quietness of the silence
humiliating

the ladys scent
radiating a softly blowing haze
a grey smoke engulfs me
stinging eyes
mask of smoke is my disguise
the lady enters with red painted lips
and smouldering eyes behind glass
a glowing ember between fingertips

shaking back a mane of hair a drag on the filter
silence
billowing smoke and soft breath
forced inhale
exhale blinking
an arm around me soft hands
delicate touch
arousal

the body the scent overpowering
slow slow
sweaty tense and soft whisperings are fed
slow calm fighting the erotic dread
tied
a hotness close by burning
clenched fists white knuckle

the burning heat
my tormentor forces a wiggle
my tormentor forces a giggle
hot dripping beads
running down my cheek heavy
holding my breath now at my fear
an etched spasm

a single trail of smoke
burning ash
the heat close to my skin
my length she sensed fear
laughing
heavy breathing sweat
a shuddering shock !
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shes gone
sprinkled ash relaxed
relieved
slow
the object of my torment still burning
smoking on the tabled edge
my sweat itches me dry lips
lipstick stained filter
drama mindgame
sexy

melon