the midsummer night breathes the
lilac breeze across
our backs
our fronts
too electrically entwined
to notice

made slowly by amber lamplight
as the earth folds itself
into sleep
dreams and secrets
tumbled in the bed
like hungry promises

and then darker still
thrusting into the sticky sweet
words whispered hot
under the watchful
moon, our original

honey and the sun king’s
parade, lust in the marigolds
The earth drinks us down
sowing deep within the womb
your soft guitar
sings the swallows to sleep


I have been tasked with posting regular journal entries to process my thoughts and feelings on submission, D/s dynamics, and the articulation of my desires. This is the 22nd entry. You can read all of my Submissive Journal here.

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