Upward, into the pure realm,
Over sun or star,
Over the flickering Dæmon film,
Thou must mount for love, –
Into vision which all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel,
On which all beings ride,
Where the starred eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like,
When good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one.
There Past, Present, Future, shoot
Triple blossoms from one root
Substances at base divided
In their summits are united,
There the holy Essence rolls,
One through separated souls,
And the sunny Æon sleeps
Folding nature in its deeps,
And every fair and every good
Known in part or known impure
To men below,
In their archetypes endure.
The race of gods,
Or those we erring own,
Are shadows flitting up and down
In the still abodes.
The circles of that sea are laws,
Which publish and which hide the Cause.
Pray for a beam
Out of that sphere
Thee to guide and to redeem.
O what a load
Of care and toil
By lying Use bestowed,
From his shoulders falls, who sees
The true astronomy,
The period of peace!
Counsel which the ages kept,
Shall the well-born soul accept.
As the overhanging trees
Fill the lake with images,
As garment draws the garment’s hem
Men their fortunes bring with them;
By right or wrong,
Lands and goods go to the strong;
Property will brutely draw
Still to the proprietor,
Silver to silver creep and wind,
And kind to kind,
Nor less the eternal poles
Of tendency distribute souls.
There need no vows to bind
Whom not each other seek but find.
They give and take no pledge or oath,
Nature is the bond of both.
No prayer persuades, no flattery fawns,
Their noble meanings are their pawns.
Plain and cold is their address,
Power have they for tenderness,
And so thoroughly is known
Each others’ purpose by his own,
They can parley without meeting,
Need is none of forms of greeting,
They can well communicate
In their innermost estate;
When each the other shall avoid,
Shall each by each be most enjoyed.
Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these celebrate their loves,
Not by jewels, feasts, and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The soothing lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
Their cords of love so public are,
They intertwine the farthest star.
The throbbing sea, the quaking earth,
Yield sympathy and signs of mirth;
Is none so high, so mean is none,
But feels and seals this union.
Even the tell Furies are appeased,
The good applaud, the lost are eased.
Love’s hearts are faithful, but not fond,
Bound for the just, but not beyond;
Not glad, as the low-loving herd,
Of self in others still preferred,
But they have heartily designed
The benefit of broad mankind.
And they serve men austerely,
After their own genius, clearly,
Without a false humility;
For this is love’s nobility,
Not to scatter bread and gold,
Goods and raiment bought and sold,
But to hold fast his simple sense,
And speak the speech of innocence,
And with hand, and body, and blood,
To make his bosom-counsel good:
For he that feeds men, serveth few,
He serves all, who dares be true.
I’ve missed you today, darling, as though you’d been gone a hundred years. How can one ache for someone so deeply? How can a person ignite a burn in another that can put the flames in hell to shame? It baffles the mind…
When I crawl up your body and straddle your lap, I’m hungry for your attention. When I whimper and make those sighs, I’m begging for your attention. When I pout and bat my eyes, I’m needing your attention. When I wiggle my ass and bend over in front of you, I’m just horny as fuck so fuck the hell out of me please!!!
On my way home from taking my dad to his doctor to have tests this morning, I had to stop for gas at a busy gas station. I hadn’t even looked up but a quick glance as I paid the older gentleman (probably in his mid to late 60’s) for $10 dollars worth of gas and a pack of my usual Marlboro’s. I held my hand out for what I knew was only going to be a few cents out of $15. I kept typing on my phone with my head held down and my hand still out….when it occurred to me he didn’t hand me my change.
I looked up and he was standing there with that..”I’d rather be anywhere but here” smile on his face and I asked him “My change?”
The kind, annoyed, older man with the plastered smile on his face pointed to the automatic loose change dispenser. I figured I’d try to lighten his mood and hell I consider myself to be funny in a sarcastic kinda way (that’s my opinion anyway).
I smiled and asked the nice old man, “Whatever happened to the more personal contact where you put the change in the customers hand?” And I winked at him.
Without missing a beat, the old man leaned over the counter, glances down at my cleavage continued down my body and as he did he said…
“Little lady, you look like you’re used to getting all the personal contact you need but if you need more…I’m always available.” Then he winked back at me.
My jaw hit the floor but I was giggling and flattered and blushing like a flashing red light….
I don’t know who made who’s day but I’m still giggling about it…
I Need You To Need Me reached 2 goals this past week
200 followers and its 1000 original post likes
I’m very proud of my lil blog although I don’t spend as much time as I should on it. That’s about to change. Expect more writings from me, guys. BDSM, sensual, erotica, my day by day learning with and growing with my Daddy, hell even things that go on around my house and whatever my deviant naughty mind works up…
I hope you all will enjoy the stories and feel free to comment. I would love to hear what you think either way good or bad…just don’t be too brutal….
Good night to you guys
hugs n kisses