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	Seeking the Other Half of my Soul... ~ I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII ~ ...They loved and were one, for there be three great mysteries in the life of man. Magic (love) controls them all. For to fulfill love, you must return again at the same time, and at the same place, as the loved one, and you must meet, and know and remember and love them again.. The Legend of the Goddess The Book of Shadows~ Lady Sheba ~ Beautiful, erotic, sensual slave; highly evolved and intelligent, seeks exceptional Master; tall, handsome, experienced, and skilled in the art of erotic seduction, body, mind, heart, soul, and will. this slave is an erotic masochist seeking a sensual sadist who can own this childe. she is sexually insatiable possessing an extremely high libido. This girl seeks a Master Who is her sexual counterpart; Who is able to keep her dancing on that gleaming edge bringing her over and over; immerse her in the ecstasy of the pain and pleasure spiraling through her to the crown, until her waters pour. this girl is a high end submissive who needs and requires a powerful, strong Dominant Master Who will Own her and Use her for His pleasure and hers, whom she can worship and serve; Who will keep her on a short leash; tug on it when she needs to be lovingly corrected; and allow her to live deep within her slavery, never to doubt Who owns her heart. this slave is, for all intents and purposes, a "childe", an innocent without guile, very, very submissive , who seeks the safety of a collar; to be owned, loved, protected, cherished, and kept safe. Blessed be~ Only serious inquiries with photos will be accepted. All others will be deleted without opening. ~ her heart's pierced with the beauty breathless, helpless, precious butterfly, she offers her life for Him to treasure; held fast for this moment of mounting her lips burn with her Master's name her heart was speared by His eyes. In her surrender her soul is set free, her hunger wakened by His firm touch; impaled deep upon Him, her hips rock circling close, moth drawn to a flame. W. I. Boucher 2003

Touch (A Master & Slave Fantasy) She is somewhere floating; her head thrown back; revealing the perfect line of her lovely neck waiting to be devoured, kissed, and bitten. Her mouth is slightly open; lips quivering; forming unintelligible words. Only soft sibilant sighs escape her parted lips; lips that beckon to be kissed, and, licked and sucked. His right hand holds her head; fingers tangled in her honey-hued hair; while His tongue traces the bow-shaped outline of her pale pink lips; parts them gently to open then wider, and dips erotically inside. His tongue swirls and dances inside her moist mouth deliciously searching for hers to answer. Her body convulses and arches to Him; begging Him with her passionate return to ravish her. Her sensual response quickens His heart and increases the incessant throbbing in His nether regions?His hand tightens its grip on her hair as her body bends and melts into the Strength with which He holds her, until she is hopelessly and helplessly lost; His to do with as He pleases. Her submissive posturing pleases Him. His deep blue eyes gaze down into the glassy gray pools fixed on His; the wondering, questioning, eyes of a childe. He is completely taken by their innocence; completely shaken by the intensity of their desire dancing there for Him; luminous, liquid pools of delight. And she sees herself in His gazing back at her; gleaming quick-silver in the candle light. He lifts her to Him; her perfect pink buds erect and pressed against His hard muscled chest; her arms flung round His neck giving him kisses; long slender fingers in His thick blond hair; tugging playfully as she finds His mouth and bites His lower lip seductively. He winces, smiles wickedly, then seeks her left breast; encircling it firmly with His right hand; biting down hard on the soft round arc of flesh above the aureole. Her head falls back; and a long deep moan escapes as she exhales the pain and the pleasure of His passion. Unceremoniously, He lifts her in His arms and carries to the bedroom. He stands in the center of the spacious candlelit room, she still in His arms; her soft lush naked body pressed up against His. An aura soft and diffuse surrounds them; making their skin glow translucent; their eyes shimmering pools in the dancing light. The fiery heads of many candles strategically placed around the room; dance and bob and play in the darkening shadows; their bright auras a mirror of those coruscating; swirling; pulsating energies that wash over the two bathed in their light. And he lays her down, gently, like He would a small childe; upon the altar of His desire and kisses her deeply once more. The most delicious and delicate flower lay open before Him. He sits on the side of the bed; transfixed by her beauty; contemplating all the delightful and devilishly wicked things He could do with her now. The quivering candlelight makes her features glow and dance. She is treasure beyond His wildest dreams. And He intends to make those dreams come true. It is and was His intention to seduce her; possess her; and own her outright before the first blush of dawn fell upon her perfect face and form. She lay spread out upon the bed; like a sumptuous banquet; her arms submissively poised above her head; her long slender legs open exposing all of her delightful delicacies to Him. ?A true submissive.? The thought crosses His mind as He is mesmerized by those lovely eyes that gaze up at him; their long thick lashes closing and opening seductively. A cupped hand reaches over to caress her face; flushed and warm, His forefinger stopping to trace the outline of that perfect bow of her upper lip; slipping it between her parted lips; erotically sliding it in and out along her warm wet tongue; her teeth scraping along its edges, suckling it deep into her mouth. His hand, with the softness and skill of an artist?s brush, glides down pale skin to her lovely neck, traveling along its perfect curve with his fingertips; His lips trailing after, whispering over the supple parchment of her skin; her scent filling Him as He breaths her in. Her porcelain skin pulses electric beneath his caress and a melodic mewing ascends from her half parted lips as His strong hand encircles her throat firmly, pressing tightly around it like a collar. Her small hand reaches up to cover His, pushing His hard against her throat; her eyes silently begging Him to increase the intensity and pressure of His grip; pleading with Him to own her; to forcefully take her submission. Her erotic surrender ignites His desire. His mouth continues its meanderings down her sleek supple form, arching her again and again; the beautiful curve of her back raising her to His mouth as His hand firmly grips her throat. A soft sigh escapes her lips as His other hand brushes against her slender curves; continuing its journey to the gentle swell of each alabaster breast. His fingers pinch and pull, and tease and twist each nipple until they swell into perfect peaks against his palm.... He smiles at how sensitive her breasts and nipples are to his touch. He is amazed at how easily she arches as His mouth suckles one and then the other; biting down hard; pulling each pink bud out with His teeth; grinding each between them until her soft mewing turns to audible moans of pleasure. Her body quivers and trembles as she rises and falls beneath His tender touch. This is Power; this is surrender; this is the essence of who they are. Both hands now trace the outline of her perfect hips; her hour glass figure apparent as she lay open and naked beneath Him. His right hand pauses to rest on the swell of her belly for a moment before continuing south to her smooth shaven mons; His fingers finally finding the soft silky slit between her thighs and the hard pink nub of her clit now held between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently upon it until it stands erect peeking out from beneath its protective hood. He begins kneading it between His fingers. Her cunt is wet and dripping with her honey; her hips begin to rock to the rhythm of His stroking, undulating and thrusting erotically back and forth against His hand.. Two long fingers find their way in to her sopping, pussy; His thumb tracing small circles on her clit, while the other two fingers slip into her ass; circling inside; caressing the tender flesh of her g-spot; beckoning the waters waiting just behind her gates. Involuntarily, she arches again; rising completely off the bed to meet His waiting lips; the warmth of her waters washing over His hand; bathing Him in their beauty as they pour from her center. As she releases He pulls back on her head with His left hand; arching her again; His fingers wound tightly round her thick blonde tresses; exposing the slender slope of neck to His mouth. He violently kisses her sweet lips then kisses down her neck to the soft shallow just above her collar bone, nibbling and licking gently down her neck to the swell of her breasts, catching the right breast in His teeth biting down hard on her tender flesh. she moans beneath the pleasure of the erotic pain... her breath coming in short staccatos; then catching in her throat; finally exhaled in a long deep sigh.. He bites and nibbles and nips and licks His way past her breasts to her belly and mons replacing the fingers of His right hand with His velvet tongue; devouring her pussy and clit as they disappear into his mouth; His fingers now pulling twisting, and pinching her nipples, while His tongue dances seductively across her pink flesh, sliding between her perfect pussy lips, slipping inside her cunt, flicking inside; lapping up the sweet honey pouring into His mouth; licking the sweet little ring of flesh inside her ass; while kneading the plumb cheeks of her heart shaped bottom; her hips undulating to His tongue?s erotic dance; her hips fucking His mouth as He consumes her lush delights; moaning, and whimpering, and crying out her pleasure. Then, rising to His knees, He pulls her down the creamy silk sheets towards Him until her mouth is directly under His long thick shaft. She can see the large engorged veins of his hard cock throbbing with His life?s blood, His balls hang tantalizing in front of her swinging freely as He moves above her. He unceremoniously places a pillow under her head; then without warning thrusts His thick rod inside her mouth and down her throat; filling it completely; forcing her to accept all of it; each stroke deep and hard and incessant. Little droplets of pre-cum drip from the head on to her lips and tongue; while she licks the glans in long circular motions, her tongue dipping into the sensitive opening at the tip. He continues His rhythmic stroking inside her soft velvet mouth as she sensuously scrapes the outside of His cock with her teeth; sending shock waves up His spine as her tongue traces up and down His shaft as it slides in and out of her mouth; pausing to lick and suck the orbs cupped her small hand; then slips two her fingers into the opening of his ass and strokes His perineum; beaconing Him to come as she continues to suck and lick His cock; the taste and smell feeding her senses as she consumes Him; devouring her meal. she can feel His hardness swell inside her mouth with each caress along His hard shaft. He notices the fine sheen of perspiration covering her lithe body; glistening in the candle light, as her erotic exertions take Him up that scale towards release; as His hand floats over her sleek form. He smiles down at her as she continues to pleasure Him; this little feral cat; wanton and lascivious in her need to feed; intent on making Him cum in her mouth; each stroke meeting the intensity of His own. And in that moment He knows He owns her lust; and her need; and her desire. He owns her as He intended. Then His mind begins to cloud as He closes His eyes and releases His thick hot cum into her insatiable mouth; nourishing her with what she desires most. She will worship Him often and He will feed her well, He muses as at last His eyes focus and fix on His pretty pet still hungry, writhing beneath Him. copyright: tia 2008

A Taste of my Fantasy This is a taste of my fantasy, for it is my deep desire to be naked, and in patina chains; bound by my neck or wearing such about my neck; bound at my wrists and ankles, always to feel the hardness and coldness against my softness and warmth...a contrast to remind me of my slavery when i lose focus. i can touch them and return to my identity as slave. i would have no privacy with Master. i would have Him own all of me; command all of me; hold all of me, and i fantasize this in my need... i am skyclad; naked in my fetters before Master; He has pierced my pretty pearl; and holds me by the shimmering chain attached there. my wrists and ankles appear delicate and small in the dark circlets that embrace them. the rings in my fetters chime melodiously as i move toward Him. Leonine and graceful in each movement; i crawl on all fours, like a great cat, for i am the tigress...this is the animal that has been called forthe from deep within me. Around my neck are heavy platinum chains that sway as i pad to my Lord. The tigress is ravenous, untamed, lascivious, but obedient and docile for now. But underneathe, Master knows, seethes raw lust and power and animal cravings for pleasure and pain. the tigress wishes to devour Him; suck all of Him into her mouth, wrap herself around His legs; writhe languorously before Him...she is the tigress, the temptress, the sensual seductress on hands and knees. Master Controls this beautiful cat; this sleek animal; this soft and sensuous beast;. eyes bright with desire; mouth open. Master also knows that His sweet pet desires discipline and correction; revels in it, needs it; craves it...the pain that will make her feel alive; the pain that will break her; the pain that will turn; so she accepts the pain into herself. the little pet trusts her Master to provide for her needs...just the right balance of pleasure and pain and begins to purr at His feet; pressing her silky bottom sensuously against His flesh. Master Who knows every need; every desire; bids His little slave rise to her feet; kisses her deeply and while doing so; takes each wrist and binds it to a pillar. Each pillar stands parallel to the other. There are rings in the pillars to which her arms are stretched and bound. Her long legs are pushed apart by Master's feet, as He binds each ankle. His little pet is stretched; open before Him, bound to the pillars by her beautiful black fetters. Master kisses pet again and she growls deep in her throat and bites His lip. Master only smiles at His little lustful animal; suspended there, helpless before Him. Master takes the pretty patina clamps and sucks each nipple to hardness. pet moans as Master devours her, licking and biting; caressing each breast until they become full in His hands. He places a clamp on each pink bud and pulls deliciously on the fine chain that connects them. pet yelps and then surrenders to Master's mouth again. Masters moves around to inspect His property; her long legs; her lithe body stretched and open before Him. Master commands pet to bend forward and caresses the softness of her heart shaped bottom, tracing its curves with both hands. Then, opening her with His fingers, inserts a large black anal plug into her base. her tight little ass opens easily to accept the gift. pet braces against the rush of energy that spirals and swirls through her chakras to the crown, violently arching her again and again. Master then steps in front of His little slave, traces her lips with His tongue, dips deeply within her moist mouth and holds her in a long lingering kiss. He smiles as pet rises on her toes to meet His lips and melts into His embrace. Master's fingers whisper across the wisps of soft blonde hair on her mons, slip past her gates dripping with her honey and heat, and caress her center, until her warm wine pours down her thighs onto His hand. pet closes her eyes; moaning in the pleasure of her release; crumbling at the knees; only her restraints to hold her up until Master catches her in His strong arms. Master raises His fingers to pet's lips. she sucks them sensuously into her mouth, tasting upon them the sweetness of her own essence. Then Master's Hand is in pet's hair; the fingers of the other in the d-ring of her collar; pulling her back until she arches; growling fiercely: ?you are Mine, little slave. You belong to Me. Say it!" The ritualized words spill from pet's lips, her breathing ragged and laboured: "i am Your property, Master, to do with as You will. i belong to You.? ?you love the pain, don't you pet? Say it..." pet hears Master's Voice deep and dulcet commanding her; taking her; His energy enveloping her? "Yes, Master, i love the pain," pet whispers trembling in her hunger. "Yes, I know,? Master answers softly, tenderly, caressing her sweet face. He gazes deeply into pet's eyes, luminous and liquid; and finds her desire for Him dancing there in the fire of her need..."And now, little animal," He continues, pulling His pet close to Him by her hair, "Master will give to you that which you crave, that which you love; that which you need." copyright: ?the rose? 2008

"I, being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet." William Butler Yeats In the purity of devotion i gave to Thee my dreams; my needs; my fears; For Thy pleasure did i offer up my body unto Thee; Sacrificed my flesh to Thee in pain on the altar of Love. my spirit did surrender all to Thee in its innocence. my heart beat like the fragile wings of a wild bird yearning to be free; free in its captivity to Thee. Now, i can only offer Thee tears; A heart broken in its offering; Thy little bird feeds on the crumbs of memories. At Thy feet did i worship Thee when i was Thy only dream~ copyright: the one rose 2008

La belle dame sans merci O what can ail thee knight at arms Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the Lake And no birds sing! O what can ail thee knight at arms So haggard and so woe begone? The squirrels granary is full And the harvest's done. I see a lilly on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withered too~ I met a Lady in the Meads Full beautiful, a faery's child Her hair was long, her foot was light And her eyes were wild~ I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant Zone: She look'd at me as she did love And made sweet moan I set her on my pacing steed And nothing else saw all day long For sidelong would she bend and sing A faery's song~ She found me roots of relish sweet And honey wild and manna dew And sure in language strage she said 'I love thee true'~ She took me to her elfin grot And there she wept and sighed full sore And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep Ad there I dream'd -Ah woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side. I saw pale Kings and Princes too Pale warriors, death pale were they all; The cried La belle dame sans merci Thee hath in thrall'. I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam with horrid warning gaped wide And I awoke and found me here On the cold hills side And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering Though the sedge is wither'd from the Lake And no birds sing~ Keats

A Missive from a Former Master You have asked for pain, little spirit...and how well I remember your Hunger for it...your eagerness for it...your avarice to receive "too much", only to find that it is never enough...I watched you as the blood rushed to the rising welts, and you pushed back more eagerly even than you did later with Me inside of you. More. More. More. You found the eye of the storm, and the pleasure that resides there. Your body spasmed again and again, as your thighs and the bed beneath you became soaked with the steady rain of your desires fulfilled. I remember... The black leather of your fetters against your pale skin...the accents of your disheveled lingerie...more erotic than naked flesh...the glint of your misty eyes, the rightness of your place as you knelt, and became a slave in true. I remember. -M

Would you offer your throat to the wolf? Do you secretly burn to bear its mark? Has your heart ached to feed its soul? Do you hunger to surrender your flesh? Do you know how hungry I am for you? Would you offer your body to the beast? Do you ache inside with a need to tame it? Have you ever dreamed of being Mine? Can you conquer your fears and claim it? Would you offer your throat to the wolf?

Calligraphy Of Desire My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there in the warm inkwell of your endless desire the ink of passion flows for me tonight so I may show you how It feels my muse to be so truely needed by an ardent lover I hunger to write poems of love's power upon the warm supple parchment of your skin secret words that only you can comprehend till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again in the ink made by gods for the calligraphy of desire W. I. Boucher November 2, 1999

ever

you are mine

heart mind body and soul

in this world

during this time

you belong to Me

heart mind body and soul

completely

freely

perfect submission

perfect feedom

I shall come for you

you shall be my ultimate salvation

you cannot know

of the struggles I go through

now

each step

closer to you

each step

demanding

all that I Am

perfect attention

perfect intention

fo the Goddess

for the protection

for the battles for which she reared Me

all

solely to get Me to you

my perfect slave

my perfect slut

my perfect whore of life

my perfect salvation

all as My gift to the Goddess

Amrita You will worship Your goddess at her temple with Your kiss. You will drink the sweet river of my release. Cherish the cup I offer to quench Your thirst, for my chalice is sacred. Worship me and I will bathe You in the Waters of Life. The wine of my body is my gift to Thee. copyright: the one rose 2008

Teach me how to please Thee. Fill my senses with the smell and taste of Thee. Let me feel the strength of Your desire in Your embrace and in Your kiss. Let me feel the tenderness of Your passion in each caress until there is release. Teach me how to please Thee. Shall I call Thee, Beloved? copyright: roisin dearg 2008 (the rose)

i am she, Father

Your delicate dancer upon her knees

writhing and arching under Your

caress

releasing her warm wine; devouring

her offering from Your fingerips.

i am she, Father

Your sultry seductress on hands and

knees, desire dancing in the fire

Your strength sheathed deep within

her base; her

honey and heat dripping down Your

thighs.

i am she, Father

Your sweet slave skyclad upon her

knees

adorned in her fetters and collar

Your Power planted in her moist

mouth

to the root, feeding her Your Seed.

i am she, Father

Your dutiful daughter upon her knees

bound; open; begging to receive

the purifying pain by Your Hand an

to feel Your Absolute Control.

i am she, Father

Your cherished childe, fashioned by

Your Will

trembling like a tiny bird yearning

to be free

free in her captivity to Thee and

i love her Father, for she is me.

copyright: 2008 roisin dearg

the one rose

Master's Pet Flowing and fluid her movements sleek and smooth her form she lay languorously at Master's feet--collared; chained; she craves to devour Him bound and beautiful; she bends to her Lord; her tongue anoints Him; her moist mouth savors the sweetness of His flesh For Master delights in her desire and feeds His pretty pet upon her knees; her honey and heat dripping down her thighs; she belongs to Him; the tigress; the temptress; the sensual seductress. He holds her leash; owns her lust she, who cannot be caged; she, who cannot be tamed she, earthy and erotic essential; elemental she, like a contented cat coils at Master's feet complete in His Control. copyright: tia aka the rose 2008

My Surrender In the darkness there is surrender I fly on the wings of the night to that place where my dreams and desires live. Drowning in my need, I embrace my fantasies sensual and erotic, To the edge of the abyss you pull me; closer Pleasure and pain sweeping over me, through me, You draw me still into the depths of my desires Until there is only my need and the darkness and my surrender to You. copyright: roisin 2008

The Law of Thelema Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law the Law is Love Love under Will... Aleister Crowley...father of modern western sex magick

There has been some discussion amongst Dominants versed in Thelma and myself over the pronounciation:? I prefer the ancient Greek, and that is how?I prounce "Thelema".??? See below:

How do you pronounce 'Thelema'?

One hears both "thuh-LEE-muh" and "theh-LAY-muh" commonly, and other variants now and then. The original Greek is Θελημα. This word is pronounced "theh-LEE-mah" in modern Greek, and would have most likely been pronounced "teh-LAY-mah" in ancient (Attic) Greek.

My Thoughts and Comments upon the Law of Thelema The following comments and thoughts belong to me; are my constructs and ideas and the fruits of her contemplations. These then are my ideals and beliefs systems. These words do not belong to any other and so copyrighted because the are a unique interpretation of an ancient oxymoron; namely "free will and predestination" We all are the Universe. We are the microcasm. We all are vessels of the One Light. and so the Law correctly interpreted is: We are predestined to be free...this is the correct interpretation of the Thelemic Law... the great debate between free will and predestination is so simple is eludes most It is for Love and for this wise alone the wheel turns; and we are free to choose our path; there is no coercion; no dragon in its lair waiting to devour us. Love is Magick; the Great Magick; for Love is Freedom to choose the Light or the Darkness; for we are both...we are the same as the One; whose archetypes are real and abiding (Goddess/God). Our only will is to return; to find our great love; and to remember and to love once more until that perfect day. It is said: ye are gods; because all are free to choose; the winged Seraphim on the holy of holies were/are symbolic of this perfect freedom. Most people just do not realize that they are free. Many actually surrender themselves to prison religions because they cannot cope with the concept of being completely free. The idea of being perfectly free to choose; and then to accept and take responsibility for those choices is beyond their scope of understanding and is actually something most fear or deny. Their objective reality is a mirror of their subjective reality, based on fear, false teachings, and the collective unconscious, and thus, limits them. That we hold within our vessel the 10 worlds and 3000 existence is an ancient concept. The buddha of enlightenment is within this microcosm and like the buddha to be enlightened is to be free. In taoist tradition is it said: to know self is illumination The One is Love...and so ego is governed by Will and Will by Love she rejects Nihilism for this wise for there is no love within that apostasy; no purpose and antithetical to the great rite, no matter Nitzche or Crowley; she will not, like Gardner's Grendel, debate with that Old Serpent. copyright: theonerose 2008

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.

Napoleon Bonaparte

The best proof of love is trust.

Joyce Brothers

Love never dies a natural death. it dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. it dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anais Nin

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist.
-John Keats

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda

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