Comments on: I Just Don’t Get It http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it Sadistic Poet Tue, 07 Sep 2010 05:26:08 +0000 hourly 1 By: Dreamwalker http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it/comment-page-1#comment-328 Dreamwalker Fri, 12 Feb 2010 20:04:02 +0000 http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it#comment-328 <em>Wry grin.</em> Romantic and sensual sadists that we are… and still, we are both capable of such raw and intense violence when loving the women in our lives. Our beautiful, magnificent, radiant women. I look at bruises that mar once creamy, pale skin and all I see is her unrestricted acceptance of me. An acceptance that is even stronger than her inviting me into her very body. And my eyes well up when I reflect on the beauty that surrounds me… Wry grin. Romantic and sensual sadists that we are… and still, we are both capable of such raw and intense violence when loving the women in our lives. Our beautiful, magnificent, radiant women.

I look at bruises that mar once creamy, pale skin and all I see is her unrestricted acceptance of me. An acceptance that is even stronger than her inviting me into her very body. And my eyes well up when I reflect on the beauty that surrounds me…

]]> By: Dreamwalker http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it/comment-page-1#comment-327 Dreamwalker Fri, 12 Feb 2010 19:57:37 +0000 http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it#comment-327 Sydney, I have ruminated for days trying to come up with something, anything, to say that would convey what I’m feeling. But nothing comes out. The poet is mute. I miss you, my dear, sweet Sydney. I miss you. Sydney, I have ruminated for days trying to come up with something, anything, to say that would convey what I’m feeling.

But nothing comes out. The poet is mute.

I miss you, my dear, sweet Sydney.

I miss you.

]]> By: sweettart http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it/comment-page-1#comment-323 sweettart Wed, 10 Feb 2010 08:05:20 +0000 http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it#comment-323 "Resonate" is one of the words that came to mind when I first read your writing. It is not a resonance that faded with a single entry but grew as I immersed myself in each and every page. Connection. Even better was being able to share your writing with James...and for him to say, "Yes, that is how I feel too." Romantic sadists that you both are! Bravo! My world, our world, is the richer for your writing. Thank you for daring to share. “Resonate” is one of the words that came to mind when I first read your writing. It is not a resonance that faded with a single entry but grew as I immersed myself in each and every page. Connection.

Even better was being able to share your writing with James…and for him to say, “Yes, that is how I feel too.” Romantic sadists that you both are!

Bravo! My world, our world, is the richer for your writing. Thank you for daring to share.

]]> By: Sydney http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it/comment-page-1#comment-322 Sydney Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:38:20 +0000 http://dreamwalker.com/i-just-dont-get-it#comment-322 You have the gift of being able to hear. I know for me, (and probably many others) I respond because I live in or have lived in a vacuum; a vacuum of being heard emotionally; a vacuum of masculine gallantry; a vacuum of nurturing.   I felt that you saw me, you heard me, and you could feel me. In doing so, you were made safe for me.   For those of us, for me, who do nothing but give to those who have a need, the lure of being nurtured is irresistible. How could I not respond?   You may be a Sadist, but for me and women like me, we know, that in feeding you… finally… finally… we will be cared for and fed, some of us for the first time… the only time… and the last time.   You turned off the vacuum:     Allowing us, Allowing Me,       For just a while. You have the gift of being able to hear. I know for me, (and probably many others) I respond because I live in or have lived in a vacuum; a vacuum of being heard emotionally; a vacuum of masculine gallantry; a vacuum of nurturing.

  I felt that you saw me, you heard me, and you could feel me. In doing so, you were made safe for me.

  For those of us, for me, who do nothing but give to those who have a need, the lure of being nurtured is irresistible. How could I not respond?

  You may be a Sadist, but for me and women like me, we know, that in feeding you… finally… finally… we will be cared for and fed, some of us for the first time… the only time… and the last time.

  You turned off the vacuum:
    Allowing us, Allowing Me,
      For just a while.

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