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usually. what a difference a day makes. blog to follow in first comment. |
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usually, this soreness i am feeling would be a good thing. the pain and soreness would remind me of the wonderful session we'd had, would remind me of him, would remind me that i am his. i would think back to all the delicious details. all the pain, and pleasure. the anticipation of the next time i am back in his possession. the anticipation turning to warmth...tingling...a fire that burns within me, turning into a sexual desire that consumes me. and the marks. serving as a beautiful reminder of the passion and commitment between us. the bond, the trust, the closeness. how i'd send him a picture, daily. so that he could see the progress of the blossoming, then fading colors. so that i could bask in his admiration, affection and appreciation. but now, now that i know it is over, now that i know i am not worthwhile to him. the pain, the soreness, the marks, the memory. it is a burden, a hardship, a constant reminder. the pain no longer transmuting into desire. the pain is just...pain. in my heart, my body, my psyche. a discomfort, an itch, a nagging burn that wells up until the tears spill from my eyes.
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I look for solace in musicals; this is from "Sweet Charity": So when I panic and feel each day I come to the end of the line Then I say that fear hasn't licked me yet I keep telling myself I'm the bravest individual I have ever met his game makes very good sense I get results Isn't that great! Get back my confidence And then even pulse: seventy-eight So when I panic and think each day I fail at whatever I try I just say that fear hasn't licked me yet! And keep telling myself I'm the strongest, soundest stoical, Daringest smartest, most heroical I'm the bravest individual I have ever met!
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Good choice. The American songbook has the answers to it all: Don't lose your confidence if you slip Be grateful for a pleasant trip And pick yourself up Dust yourself off Start all over again
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"Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower We will grieve not; rather find Strength in what remains behind." A poem from William Wordsworth I hope this helps
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2/1/2024 1:23 pm |
If it ain't rock n roll....it don't matter. now....back to riding the lightning.
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2/1/2024 1:37 pm |
Wish it would let me vote on this article.
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pain runs deep for the yearning of pain w o a pain giver life is bleak meaningless empty very dull!
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Sorry you lost someone dear to you. Time will heal your scares. You will love again. It will not be the same, but it will be special
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thank you everyone for reading, and for leaving your thoughtful comments.
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