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would you?

if you were asked

to forget everything

you thought you knew

would you?

if you were asked

to embrace your scars

as a masterful tattoo

would you?

if you were asked

to adopt an alternate way

of viewing blue

would you?

if you were asked

lay down your swords

and stop the abuse

would you?

if you were asked

to solve life’s puzzle

using past as the clues

would you?

if you were asked

to travel along a path

others deem as taboo

would you?

if you were asked

to live in a world

with a rose coloured hue

would you?

if you were asked

to spread your wings

and aim for the moon

would you?

if you were asked

to plant your feet

until possibilities grew

would you?

if you were asked

to let your pain die

and birth life anew

would you?

if you were asked

to taste the potential

and not swallow, yet chew

would you?

if you were asked

to surrender your heart

to ultimate truth

would you?

if you were asked

to create your own destiny

would you


if you were asked

to love me

the way i love you

would you?

if you were asked…

would you? 

just be…

be the life

of his every breath

be the birth

that caresses death 

be the gift

that beckons presence

be the star

that circles his crescent 

be the bosom

that piques his interest

be the strength

that supports his weakness

be the limbs

that grow intertwined

be the reality

of fantasies combined

be the woman

that curves his sight

be the guide

to his every delight

be the light

that shadows his dark

be the journey

he yearns to embark

be the elixir

that conjures his sip

be the goddess

that deserves his worship



No words were ever written
by nobody
Please, hear my plea
if you do nothing else
that speaks of integrity
keep the name
with the words
you’ve deemed worthy
of reading
of sharing
of believing
of declaring
Be they lyrical
poetically profound
Be they scripted
rehearsed in verse
they were found
The only way
becomes nobody
is when you strip them
of their work
their life
their heart
their soul
Please, take control
Be deliberate
Allow the voice
to speak
at its peak
not just get lost


need (n.)

need (n.) anything that is necessary

need varies from that of a want, it speaks of an instance where without it the consequences could result in such negativity as dysfunction, or death. yet, a word, so freely used in place of a desperate want, an aching desire, an overwhelming urge to experience something.
need delivers fresh air into our needy lungs, a steady flow of blood to pump through our needy veins.
need forces us to consume fluids and foods in order to even reap the benefits of needing to expand said needy lungs and hearts.
but what of when a want presents itself, so deliberately, so incessantly, so constantly, that it itself, becomes a need? do we merely want, to feed it? or is it truly a need?
will i die, if i don’t seek this, follow this path, experience this?
will i literally die?
you know, i believe i could sometimes. perhaps not in a few moments, as would be, if a pillow was suffocating me, but a slow, potentially painful fall, into an aching disparity, yes, i believe i could actually die.
ok, so let me offer an example.
one chosen due to personal reasons, yet also because many of you that read me, either write, or read of such particular need.

the need to submit.

have i perhaps conjured in you, a niggling need, to offer your minds opinion?
if not, keep reading
if so, keep reading

the need to submit
so, before i continue, let me just state, when i speak of submitting, in this tense, i am writing of the lifestyle of an unparalleled relationship between a Dominant, and submissive, a Master, and slave, not submitting your final draft in on time, or an overnight movie rental. However, those too, could possibly result in death, depending on your circumstance. this post is not to reveal my personal reasons for traveling this vastly misunderstood path, rather to expand on my ‘need’ for clarity when using and believing in the words i/we choose to infuse my/our minds with.

now, even if you have no interest, no prior knowledge, no lingering care factor for this subject, i don’t believe you need, to stop reading… ha! see what i did there? in other words, reading these following words won’t kill you.
damn i love english.

as many submissive hearts that beat on this planet doesn’t even come close to how many reasons that they do, so i’ll not even attempt to cover where the need stems from. what i will say, is the sheer force, of their conscious decision to kneel before another human, in complete surrender of will, is not merely a want, a desire, a silly whim, it is indeed a need.

need to nod or shake your head with an opinion yet?

many lives, are born into kneeling, be that to a God of their families upbringing, a soldier, captured, begging for release, or even a woman born into scrubbing floors. each of these examples may seem opinionated, but really, they all speak of need. a need to serve. to survive.

i believe we were each put on this earth to serve. be that of a religion, as a messenger of faith, or one called to battle, for his country, or a medical practitioner, serving to preserve the health of our planet. even retailers, are in service, yes, many for the profit, but that’s a separate conversation, on integrity, still, they’re working their asses off in order to serve the people with an ache to persuade their hands to dig deep into profitable pockets.

we were born to serve.

need becomes blurred, when an over active mind, such as mine, works and warps words into all sorts of contorted loops of ludicrous lunacy.
need becomes blurred, when one questions the indeed severity of the word and meaning itself, death, possible death. surely that is enough to stop this internal conversation of how i can even keep dancing with the notion that submission to another being is indeed a need.
yeah, as you can possibly see, that’s not quite the case, and here’s why.

even before her eyelids part of a morn, thoughts, visions, emotions stir, swirl through her veins, claim her first waking breath, her reason to stretch, her little sly smile, her arching silent purr, even before she climbs from her bed, her mind has been swept aside in search of desire. then, a sigh. why?
so she continues with her day, mothering, housemaid, worker, slave, mmmm slave, intoxication again spills as she fulfills her duties with a fervor, as if her every motion has been instructed, directed, projected by a force other than herself. now, surely she must be crazy! she knows nothing of having such a life, always strived toward her goals, capable, confident, successful in her own right, decisions made through her heart, not mind, she held a power of her own, deliberate, purposeful, grateful and gracious, yet here she was, walking through her days, imagining a presence that overpowered hers, another sigh, why?
is it a want, a desire, a yearning to be lazy, to have another decide how each day should be? is it a silly game she keeps playing to make it seem as though her days aren’t so lonely, like her time is allocated for something more worthy? what is this incessant scream inside her mind, what is this overwhelming surge of emotion that constantly consumes her to the point of tears?
tears, she spilled, for something she’d never seen, never knew, never believed, yet dreamed, tears, bucketing her hopes, in surrender of allowing herself to not know what this was all for, what could she possibly need, she had earned her all, and more, yet the tears, would still fall. why?
her days, splayed in a blurred devotion of denial, she needed no other than the air to fill her lungs, a painted smile replaced her cries, yet the mirror she turned to, never could hide the sadness in her eyes. why?
years, yes, years would go by, in the blink of an eye, seemingly so, unless it’s your soul that knows, there’s no more ways to hide, her shoulders slowly curled from their posture of pride, her tired frame, she blamed on the day to day, her health, waning, in ways that can not be healed by doctors or surgery, not yet, why?
shaking off salacious thoughts, for the shame of constantly craving for something so socially degrading was all too strong…
hands, strong, soft smooth hands, fingers that curl in a come hither motion, fuck, her heart bursts into palpitations, his lap, beckoning her body to lay upon, naked, of all her inhibitions, all her self doubts, all her thoughts, her lists, her duties, her reason, her everything, her nothing, with one look, one motion, one breath, one slow curl of his lip, he alone, cleared it all, her mind, finally fell silent…
need, this, is her need, to kneel, before him, deliver her body, free her mind, offer her heart, break open her soul, need, this, is her need, to have another be her savior, to take her hand, in guidance, in deviance, in destined enlightenment, he needs, as much as she, for her to need him, to be serving him, to be his, to own, to use, to abuse, cherish, dote, adore, explore, expand, command, delve, to deliver, experience unquestionable trust, surrender to human truths untold, to be completely exposed without self judgement, pushed beyond boundaries, revealed, revered, hurt, repaired, spanked and soothed, coil inward upon command in knowing you’ll be unfurled, choked of the air screaming to be inhaled as the crippling wave of orgasms crash your writhing soul into an existential flight into bliss, no not orgasms, full body quaking spasms, mind altering spaces outlined by infinite lines, yes, need, her need is to be bound, by ropes and chains, marking her flesh as remnants in reminder of the bind that pulls firmer once freed from the physical, the strings of her heart, plucked and strummed by her freedom to kneel, in open surrender, total submission of her free will.

need (n.) anything that is necessary for survival

you may not believe, conceive, even understand this need, yet all that have felt, just a single moment of receiving that sharp intake of air upon wondering, panicking, hoping you’d actually make it to the surface of the downward pulling seaside current, the clarity of life that suddenly drowns your very being, because, you breathed, because, you needed to, you reached, and succeeded.

i’m not asking for retort, nor do i need it, not requesting opinions, because, these are my own, not hoping i swayed you into being a collared slave, not pretending my musings are anything than my own minds meander, however, if you have read this far, then i am grateful for the time, and do hope i inspired some seeking minds to believe, that a need, may not be seen as such by another being, but please, don’t let that stop you, cripple you, kill you.
a need, is a need, if you can’t breathe without it.

be free
love, me xx

(Un)conditional Love

In truth
the only love
worth claiming
has no limit
no bounds
no hesitation
It is pure
for it is not
to reason
to season
to lifetime

In truth
we each possess
such love
even those
who know
of only pain
of anguish
of torment
This love
comes from beyond
the confines
of our minds
it doesn’t hear
the lies
we continually reap
or sow
It goes deeper
than the hearts
that keep beating
out blood red
and clashes
of rejection
It is of no sense
for it’s not
reliant upon a body
of any mass
There’s no maths
that can calculate
the formulation
of its origin
its creation
its procreation

It just is

In truth
we believe
we have a choice
to love
to hate
to remember
to forget

In truth
we are simply grains
of minuscule matter
feeding off the egos
of those that came
before us
Waiting to be taken
to the next step
of knowledge
of power
of surrender
of understanding

In truth
we matter more
than any of us
are consciously aware
for without
the incessant self doubts
the crippling desires
the guttural eviscerations
the verbal
the physical
the mentally abusive
the wants
the needs
the dreams
the fantasies
we would be free
to just love…

And….who the fuck wants that!



I hardly believe it’s for forever
Yet I’m almost hopeful it is
The timeline has stolen my mind
For far too many days and nights

I have no amount of will
To not tweet whenever
about whatever
So I needed to kill
the link between me
and my insanity

I am available
to those who wish to keep in touch
If you know me
you also know how to find me
Just in case you’re interested
in my luv for adventures x

I am unavailable
to those who have persisted
with mind fucks
Nor am I interested
in the awful gossip
that is currently running rampant

I have no doubt
I will return one day
Until then
I’m searching
for something
To touch
To clutch
To cherish
To adore

Above all
To love

Take care of you
That’s all I ask
And please….
Read the words
As written, as they are
Avoid reading between them
It’s a mind altering trap…
A web that entwines
the most diligent of minds
before they’re even aware
of the heart breaking binds

Take care of you
Be true to who you are
That’s all I’m doing
My twittercide is not me dying
Rather finding
My life…

Time to create my own world
of woven worded wonder….

* Enjoy the Journey *

All ways
Megan Kay


I make mistakes

I laugh
when somebody blunders
I often wonder why

I cry
when another is hurting
I never ask, just cry

I speak
when I should be silent
A lesson I’m not sure I’ll ever learn

I run
when the pain gets too much
A burden I prefer to burn alone

I bite
when I believe I’m right
I scream
when I’m losing a fight
I say
whatthefuckever is on my mind
I do apologise
when the time is right

I push
when perhaps I shouldn’t
I pull
the past into present
I use
my memories as a bank
I abuse
my body when I should thank

I toy
with my own emotions
I bask
in mythical reflections
I annoy
when I’m left unanswered
I ask
too many questions

I play
games that I need saving from
I dream
larger than the world around me
I love
harder than I’m comfortable with
I believe
in too many words I read

I fight
for the right to be heard
I hate
when I am misinterpreted
I judge
myself more than any other
I doubt
who I am and hide undercover

I am
who I am
that’s all I can be
I am
each of my mistakes
I own them, they’re me