It is such a warm and inviting place, that dark space deep within the sadist’s soul, where the demon resides, and I am sometimes fearful of letting go lest I will lose myself in there and never again emerge.
Yet emerge I do. Every time. Because there is no demon.
There is no demon.
There is only me, a man and not a demon, and this is the way I love. This is the only way I can love, and as such, the lady deserves me to let go, to abandon myself in expressing my love.
She deserves nothing less.
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What a wonderful and freeing realization for you .. and her.
I am so very glad you have had the courage to let go of that tempting darkness and dare to look, see and *admit* : there is no demon.
There isn’t.
Love, Louise
Being invited into the warmth of your Soul gives me the fuel I need to envelop you.
To hand over my heart to you on a platter and stand before you, begging you to share that warmth with me. You melt the walls that I have built around me. All that is left is me. All I need is you. I need you to bite me so hard that you penetrate my soul.
In those moments when we are together and you are giving all of yourself and I am giving all of myself we are one soul. When you are being you, I can see your wings. There is nothing more beautiful than to watch you fly. Fly like a Hawk surrounding me.
Circle me, for I need to be your prey. Nourish yourself and feed from me, Dreamwalker.
I am yours. All of me. Every single inch of my being. Yours.