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I think of you often

throughput the day,

I wonder do you smile

as you go about your way,

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Glowing echo of sunset

glints eerily through the trees,

Soft sorrowful song of bird in flight

could bring you to your knees,

Cold caress of

of fingers long,

The chill of winter nights

Jack Frosts playful song,

Blanket of mist

cover dark earth,

Hiding from view

springs sweet rebirth,

Dew drops crystallize

in blades of grass,

There are things I

wish you could see,

Like just how much

You mean to me,

Being a good girl is very important to me. However, annoying Daddy when I know he’s busy is always fun. This is how you do it…

“Come over don’t shower.” I said, and you laughed that sweet sexy laugh… “Ok.”

You entered the hotel room and it was still dark, candle light flickering from the bathroom. I’d picked this particular room because of the large corner bath. The scent of oil and steam in the air. “What’s up?” You said. “Have a bath with me.” I said as I turned and walked away, dropping my towel on the floor and entering the dimly lit room. You followed taking in the sight as i sank into the water. I looked at you questioningly… “Come on.”

Watching you undress I was filled with admiration and desire, so damn sexy, I was always telling you. You stood there and I pointed to the space straight in front of me. Watching you get in I couldn’t help but admire your ass. Damn for a man that ass was sexy. You sat with your back to me and I linked my arms around you. “Not to hot for you?” “No.” You said. I caressed your skin, running my fingers across your back, your shoulders, your chest, your thighs, getting high off of the feel of you. You leant back into me turned just enough that I caught that smile before your lips were on mine. “Plenty of time for that.” I breathed as I reached for a bottle of oil and started giving you a massage. Feeling you relax in the water. My fingers deftly running over your skin. I knew you were hard but stilled the temptation to touch. Moving around the front of You, sending water rippling in waves. I kissed your hand as I took it in mine and you pulled me closer. Kissing your shoulder, your chest, under your chin, your jaw, before finally kissing you deeply giving myself in a kiss and as our kiss deepened I felt a well open within me. No holding back… I broke from the kiss breathless and stood up pulling you with me. The water going cold we’d been in there so long. Handing you a towel I took your hand and we went into the bed room. Dropping my towel I leaned in close breathing you in before kissing you with all the desire I felt, pushing you back onto the bed I kissed down slowly, savouring every part of you as I went lower until I was at your hard hot cock standing proud and needy and wanting…

Leaning over your cock I kissed the tip and watched it bob. Running my fingers down it I started at the bottom of your shaft kissing and sucking until I reached the swollen head. Looking up at you and grinning, I opened my mouth and licked the tip. You growled softly… “No more games kitten.” You said. And in one masterful move you had me pinned to the bed and had yourself on top laying between my legs. The feeling of your hot hard cock digging into me as you looked down. Your eyes searching mine and as if finding what you wanted? You kissed me deeply. Smiling against my lips you entered me. The push against my moist wetness as you spread and filled me. Making me gasp and my breath catch against you…

“Tell me.” You said. “Are you my good little kitten?” “Yes Daddy. Always for you.” I breathed and brought my hips up to meet you. “Good. Then cum for me.” You said looking down. And as I looked into yours eyes and moved in time with you I felt the heat spread over my body, the sparks of pleasure running in a tidal wave across me. Holding you and moaning against you…

“My kitten.” You said. “Now… give me that ass.” And like a good girl? I obeyed…

Another little thought of you…

Little thoughts…

So I had a little thought and turned it into words…

Write it out…

Let it flow…

That’s right isn’t it? Let it flow… let it pour… let it go…

There are so many words trapped inside. So many emotions. So many feelings. Can I start at the beginning? I don’t even know where that is…

I’m numb. But no. I’m not. The atmosphere is emotionally charged. I feel it in my skin. The rumbles of a storm in every breath I take. …calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…

And I smile… but the smile never hits my eyes. It doesn’t light me. It’s false. As false as the mask I wear. I’m another bad actor in some awful forgotten play.

…let the words out…

Find a song to open this damn and let the emotions into the words.

Song choice. Florence and the Machine. What the water gave me.

~…Strength…~

Old tree

blackened by time,

Shaped by the wind

as it passes down the line,

Gnarled branches

barren and bare,

Living and breathing

but barely there,

The rain it falls

darkest storm,

Rip the sky in two

tree stands forlorn,

Lightening hits the ground

scorched earth wet,

Tree stands alone

nothing happens and yet,

It’s just a tree

no beauty or grace,

So very alone

in this desolate place,

Wind howls louder

higher higher,

Lightening tears across the sky

brilliance of white fire,

Old tree braces

against the wind stands so still,

Steadfast and alone

strength and iron will…

The words they don’t make sense. There’s no power. No anguish. No desolation, turmoil, wretchedness. No depth. It’s all wrong and not enough. I’ve built these walls so high the emotion, the depth is struggling to get out. It’s drowning in an endless ocean of words. I can’t find the lever to release it all in this symphony of sounds. It’s to dark. So dark. I can’t swim.

…calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…

I want feeling.

Depth…

I want to be your favourite seat

all comfy soft and warm,

I want to be your favourite shirt

wouldn’t care if I got torn,

I want to be your pillow

where you rest your weary head,

Your blanket soft and warm

to snuggle you in bed,

I want to be your cigarette

against those gorgeous lips,

Or let me be your belt

wrapped around your hips,

I want to be those simple things

that you use throughout the day,

Those insignificant normal things

you don’t notice as you go about your way,

I want to be every little thing

that to your face a smile bring,

I want to be your happiness I love you

so much my King…x.

.x.

~….I Long….~

I long to hold you in the afternoon
as you go about your day,

A precious few moments of silence
as you go about your day,

I long to hold you in the evening
the tv playing along,

And its only you I’d notice
as some actor sings some song,

I long to hold you at midnight
when there’s silence and no sound,

With only my heart beating fast
as thats what happens when you’re around,

To hold you close in the darkness
way past the setting Sun,

You’re the missing piece that makes me whole
i’m a zero but you make me one….x.

….Daddy’s Thoughts….

She sat on the edge, legs dangling over the side looking lost in thought…

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m watching dreams.” She replied.

He walked closer and stood behind her. He looked into the water and saw nothing but the bottom. Trying to think how she did, he looked again and saw nothing but the ripples as the water lapped towards the shore a short distance behind them. Nothing but the current carrying the water along.

“Dreams.” He finally said.

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes he adored and gave an innocent smile.

“Uh huh…”

“Dreams of hope and wonder carried in those ripples.” She smiled once more and he felt that familiar tug deep inside of him.

He held her gaze… “And what do you see now little one?”

She looked deep into his eyes until he felt as though his soul was laid bare. While outwardly showing his cool calm self.

An almost imperceptible change came to her voice, but one he was accustomed to…

“When I look at you?” She breathed… “When I look in your eyes I see sunsets. I see hope. I see my dreams become reality. I see calm.” She cast her eyes down to her hands.

“Calm?” He said. She nodded. How could she see calm in his eyes when she caused an endless conflagration within him. When one look from those deep brown eyes with their dancing black flecks took the breath from him. When that soft smile set him alight. How could she see calm when she made him feel so alive.

She moved until she was on her knees before him. Looked up at him and, (so he felt), read his soul…

“I love you Daddy.” She said simply. Innocently.

And those simple words took his breath away. Made him lost and found at the same time…

He smiled and held out his hand for her to take. “I love you my kitten.

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