My Beloved

    Walk with me my love, hold my hand and let tell you of tales unknown.
    Many years have passed since crystal blue eyes adorned every facet of my life.  So coveted, so sublime, it nourished all that was good in me.
  As our exsistence unfurls before us, what we are born with in our hearts, will remain there forever.   Shall you be fortunate enough, love and passion will flourish, it needs to only be excited and enticed and it's fruition will become self-induced by the love in your heart.
  A womans love, or the yearning for it, will drive a man past barriers that he never  knew existed.
     Foolish are the ways of man mesemerized and captivated, stand aside, for his is singular and without contemplation.
    Shall I tell you of flowers left at your doorstep, and letters written from the soul.
    See through my eyes as I awake to thoughts of you and my every breathing moment follows the scent your wake.
    Follow me as I traverse the distance between us, shall it be just over my shoulder, or miles in the distance.............it matters not.
   

  To have you love me, is all that matters !   This is the man I once was.  This is the man that I fight to keep alive still..........Shall he appear, know that it is with purpose and hope, and smile for he is good !

What dreams may come.....only those in which you believe..........      Cast aside the foolish who remain unaware of distinct subtleties.  Remember one whose momentary pause reflects an admiration of nuance, indistinguishable for those left wanting.
     Who can say what drives our desires, and for that matter, whose recognition can clearly judge the veracity from which it springs ?
  Was it just a smile, the way she walked, the color of her eyes ?   Or was it more ? 
    Layer upon layer I searched.  Each leading me deeper into her soul.  The tenderness uncovered was profound.  She was hidden from me and yet I  sensed her, and all that she was!
   I so wanted to love her, I imagined her kiss, the warmth of her body, and the surge of passion as I drew her near.
  I dreamt of her full of life, eye's that sparkled and a smile that captured me.
   The touch and taste of her naked body is within my grasp, and as I look in her eyes, I see the same.  She is a Dragoness waiting for me, and I for her
  I will make love to you, without time or consequence.  And I will do so again, and again.  Like a jewel to be treasured, there is no part of you that will be left undone.
   Woman !  Charge your Dragon with his deeds, and he shall obey. 
     
   

  I wait for you.........................................still.

    Can you smell the desire, can you taste the intensity.  My hunger grows for you..............

Reflections of images cast upon my soul, they are everlasting and profound.
    The natural order of our universe is taking shape.  There is no struggle to define it, only recognition that it will be.
   The twists of hair and femine fragrance, one last look  before we part.  Our flesh tingles at the thought.
   Blossom without care, fly free in your imagination and know that yours is beautiful.
    The Dragon flies in high mountain fields filled with lavender and rose.  Crisp and cool, your belief shall lead you back to the embers that once raged.

    Only the journey can accumulate the knowledge of what has been forgotten.   Prepare a place in your heart.  Hold open the gates, as the rush of new meaning enters into an exsistence that is colored with daring desire, and punctuated by a serene aura that leaves us naked.  Intertwined in white linen, and unaware of time.

I love long tasseled hair, barefeet, soft loving eyes, and warm smile.
   I love sheer black stockings with a seam up the back, and the scrumptous look of your rear end as I peel them off of you.
    I love the smell of a suttle fragrance, but not as much as I love the taste of your sweat.
    I love you clean shaven, soft and bald.       
    I love spanking your bottom, just enough to make you wet, but not enough for you to want me to stop.
    I love to feel your nails dig into my back, and your teeth sink into my shoulder, but not as much as holding you down, helpless to my onslaught.
    I love hearing you scream with desire, but not as much as your kiss.
   I love pulling your hair as I fuck you from behind, but not as much as cupping your bottom in my hands, as I ram home every stroke.

   Shall I make love to you?  Or is there something more you desire.   Look into my eyes woman........and choose.
   

A man only knows what he knows.  Roads less traveled have defined the most interesting part of me.   A true connoisseur cannot be unless unteathered, free to roam the width and breadth of things not yet understood.
     Let me tell you of this one truth...
The duality of my kingdom, forms the perfect symmetry to unleash this Dragon. The morning sun shines brightly upon a peaceful man, content in his place, enriched by his past, and longing for a legacy remembered through the eyes of children.
    Turn the page and reveal a man who has crossed many lines.  Shattered taboo's, and explored the darkness that color the corners of each of us.
   My passion cannot exsist without both.  Hear the tales and know the man.  Understand that mine is not fiction, and that the truth is relived in each of them. 

  You are a part of them, as you are a part of me.  Time spent telling you, is all that I offer...............
   

     As a weary sun slips aimlessly over the far flung reaches of what lay behind me, I again pause to take stock of my exsistence.
   Flesh and blood remain, as the lessons learned from this day, exclamate a knowledge that you are only born with.  
   Mine is a soulful highway of dreams, conjured forth to breach the ramparts of deserted corridors that echo only of silence in reply.
    I have taken respite in the garden, and know of it's exquisite nectar.  Take solace as you weep, and I shall sheild you and nourish the gleam that still shines forth as you wake.

    I stand silent and unwavering, as the storm grows dark around me .   It has remained so past my remembering, and a weathered brow goes unnoticed still, dwarfed by a rapture once experienced , will tell the tales of a Dragon and his desires.

It's dark and quiet.  A cool breeze drifts aimlessly in, meandering it's way up from somewhere deep within the lair.  A faint scent of perfume taunts my senses, and once again my imagination stirs.
     To smell your body, to taste your flesh, to hold you still while you erupt in my grasp...........these things I remember.

    Smile softly, gaze longingly, and never depart in haste................. 

What shall I tell you?  What part of the truth shall you believe.   I'am the Dragon, and I speak of truths only imagined by those who could offer only ridicule. Know that the insecurities that shackle you, dissolve in my wake.  The spectrum of your life and love are revealed through the prism of a keen eye, and the patience of a lover entranced.  Do you not know of the beauty you possess?  Shall I paint your world in vivid colors and dress you in soft white linens.  Should not the wind blow softly across you face, as whisps of hair frame far away looks that mesmerize my soul ?
   Woman !   Stand before me with confidence.  Know that all that you are is coveted, and like a barbarian at the gates, I shall summon the most primal of instincts to have you.

   Engrage the Dragon.   For nothing shall satisfy you more .........................