Holy welts

Today, January the 22th is a special day. Exactly one year ago T. and i met for the first time. I've tried to catch this special day and the progress of our D/s relationship in some poetic words. I love You, Sir.

Art by Loïc Dubigeon

When it started.
Not knowing how or which trail we should follow.
i, shy, talked and talked
while You, eye in eye, took me in.

Looking at each other.
The soul not yet touched but well affected.
Carefully sensing, seeking
dark scents in a secret world.

How Your words crackled
like ardent sparkles in my faded yearning.
How Your hands touch.
Blow after blow You return myself to me.

The pain burns excitement in my flesh.
You carve humiliation in my purified memory.
Your cruel love kisses, torments and nourishes me.
"Mine!"

Today i fearlessly follow Your trail
to dark caves and dim shades.
How can i refuse?
Captured in Your glance You reveal the light of our nature.

We love.
We write our own hieroglyphics
upon the retina of a closed eye
and an open heart.

©moonheart january 2009

Hieroglyphics are formed from two Greek words: 'hiëros' meaning holy and 'glypho' meaning chiseled in stone or groove.