Slave to Love – Warrior Queen

It was a gift to be tormented by her. I bore it with pleasure. My body enjoyed the tease and my thoughts ran away with her silhouette immediately. The way she carried herself when unclothed placated my senses. I felt nothing but her, her universe. Surrounded by her milky way, she allowed me the courtesy …

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His Hand…

This moved me to tears. Absolutely lovely tribute. Must experience.

Growing Self

His Hand…

Her hand, pink flesh pure as the morning dew,

held on so tightly,

engulfed by His strong, yet gentle grasp.

He walked with her for hours, patiently listening to Her dreams,

Her deepest fears,

Her endless tears.

Her hand, now older, nestled within His aging grasp,

was not equal in size, but held the same strength.

A strength passed on…from Him.

A strength modeled…from Him.

A strength embedded within Her soul…from Him.

Her hand,

fighting back the tears,

held on ever so tightly, knowing His time was near.

She sat with Him for hours, patiently listening to His stories,

His deepest fears,

His endless tears.

Her hand, caressing his cold, lifeless hand,

embraced His, one last time…



She still senses His presence,

gaining strength from His memories,

His wisdom.

She wishes, for just one moment,

to be held by…

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Today it’s official

I was gonna reblog this on Soliloquy… I mean … I still might but screw it! This is why love Raquel!

La Vida Raq

I’ve no job!

Retired! The future is wide open!

Smell that? it’s called freedom… lol

No more Brules for this one!

A new chapter begins, so much to do and see. New people to meet and connections to make. So much is changing… including myself. Like a tree, I will be dropping dead leaves and only keep the vibrant green along for the ride, or maybe growth. I suppose trees don’t take rides. Whatever, you get my gist. Lol!

Ahh La Vida!

Much Love ❤️

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