The Amalgamated Multiverse

When are we really seen?
Is it only when our we are funny?
Or when our lines
Leave trails of slick, wanton desire?
Or are we invisible until
We are but a memory
In the annals of cyber museums
And coding?
Do we morph from visible
To not so much
In a matter of months?
Days?
Hours?
Posts?
To where the space that bears our names
Is as empty to the others
As it is to us,
And then we become transients
Easily skipped
Easily invisible.
Easily gone.
We cease to exist
Not simply when others don't see us,
But we when fail
To see ourselves.
 
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Not many people come in here, but I'm not gone. Just getting the routine of the school year down.

If anybody noticed, anyway.
 
When are we really seen?
Is it only when our we are funny?
Or when our lines
Leave trails of slick, wanton desire?
Or are we invisible until
We are but a memory
In the annals of cyber museums
And coding?
Do we morph from visible
To not so much
In a matter of months?
Days?
Hours?
Posts?
To where the space that bears our names
Is as empty to the others
As it is to us,
And then we become transients
Easily skipped
Easily invisible.
Easily gone.
We cease to exist
Not simply when others don't see us,
But we when fail
To see ourselves.

This makes my heart ache. It's beautiful, Sir.
 
Dirty Talk

I hear the whispers
As they traipse through
The walls of my mental space.
Convicting.
Devouring.
Demeaning.
And while I would rather
Fall into dreamless sleep
And rest my weary soul,
I rather sit and watch.
I listen for the hook...
What will try to pull me down today?
What will try to tear me today?
But I don't allow it.
And they ask,
How can you claim Dominant
But be so soft?
How is it that you are such a gentleman
On a site where sex sells?
What is the common denominator in
Every one and done message convo?
You. You. Fail. Hard.
But I ignore them.
Cause I'm epically me.
Failure.
Dominant.
Quiet.
Forceful.
Gentle.
Hard.
Lover.
Perfectly imperfect.
Misunderstood.
Smiling while I hold the whip.
Whispering while my body screams.
Not worried about who cums,
But rather who feels good in their soul
After having a conversation with me.
That is sex to me.
Epically me.
 
I hear the whispers
As they traipse through
The walls of my mental space.
Convicting.
Devouring.
Demeaning.
And while I would rather
Fall into dreamless sleep
And rest my weary soul,
I rather sit and watch.
I listen for the hook...
What will try to pull me down today?
What will try to tear me today?
But I don't allow it.
And they ask,
How can you claim Dominant
But be so soft?
How is it that you are such a gentleman
On a site where sex sells?
What is the common denominator in
Every one and done message convo?
You. You. Fail. Hard.
But I ignore them.
Cause I'm epically me.
Failure.
Dominant.
Quiet.
Forceful.
Gentle.
Hard.
Lover.
Perfectly imperfect.
Misunderstood.
Smiling while I hold the whip.
Whispering while my body screams.
Not worried about who cums,
But rather who feels good in their soul
After having a conversation with me.
That is sex to me.
Epically me.

:kiss::kiss::kiss::kiss:
 
I hear the whispers
As they traipse through
The walls of my mental space.
Convicting.
Devouring.
Demeaning.
And while I would rather
Fall into dreamless sleep
And rest my weary soul,
I rather sit and watch.
I listen for the hook...
What will try to pull me down today?
What will try to tear me today?
But I don't allow it.
And they ask,
How can you claim Dominant
But be so soft?
How is it that you are such a gentleman
On a site where sex sells?
What is the common denominator in
Every one and done message convo?
You. You. Fail. Hard.
But I ignore them.
Cause I'm epically me.
Failure.
Dominant.
Quiet.
Forceful.
Gentle.
Hard.
Lover.
Perfectly imperfect.
Misunderstood.
Smiling while I hold the whip.
Whispering while my body screams.
Not worried about who cums,
But rather who feels good in their soul
After having a conversation with me.
That is sex to me.
Epically me.

This says it all, darlin. :heart::kiss:
 
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