A Moment

Moments of peace

Lying in bed

Enveloped in the darkness of predawn

Rain pouring down in a graceful tempo all its own

Slumberous thoughts still clinging to my brain

Listening to the water hit the leaves on the ground

Rushing through the gutters of the building outside my window

A lulling melody

Calling me to burrow into the warmth of my bed

Yet enticing me to jump out of bed and stomp through the puddles

Watching the water envelope my bare feet

Making mud pies and smearing the rich wet earth on my skin

Becoming one with the nature that is a constant lure around me

Beautiful moments of peace

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Embrace

Today is traditionally a day of giving thanks. While I am not necessarily in that particular headspace and have no plans for celebrating this day in any traditional sense, I am definitely in a very introspective place. The recurring themed dreams that have plagued me lately of being Priestess, bringing this aspect of my self back into my life. The thoughts and feelings that continue to swirl around in my head and heart about things esoteric....and how to bring these things together into my life with balance and grace.

I find myself moving from book to book in my occult library, finding snatches and snippets of thoughts and ideas that move me from book to book until all the books are scattered around the room in an almost manic display of what is roaming freely inside my head.

All the while music is playing that causes me to move my arms, my hands, my body until all of the words and the melodies become one inside my soul and are translated, transcended, and escape through the ends of my fingers, out the top of my head, burst from my heart, and travel down into the earth pouring from my feet and lower chakras. All of my chakras feel exposed and open, yet also peaceful and whole..."complete" for lack of a better word...though still striving for more. More connection, more sharing, more giving, more release to all that need the transcended energy that moves through me.

Yet the hermit in me resides calm and watchful. Knowing that even though I need, require, demand peace and alone time, I must also let the Priestess out and she is never to be hidden from whoever needs her, whatever needs her energy.

The time and space, the atoms and molecules that I am comprised of, that touch all things, every thing - swirling in the cosmos of time and energy that never goes away. We are all things. Our thoughts are one. Our energies, while separate, are one.

There is no beginning or end to these thoughts and the energies pouring through me today, driving my fingers to type, to release, to share what needs to come out. Many will not understand what I'm sharing. Many will start reading and discover it is too jumbled to follow and walk away. I want to apologize to those who read and are confused, yet will not because there is some message here that some one may need and if even one person gets something out of this then the writing has served its purpose.

Touch and be touched. Open yourself. Be open to others. Love freely. Say the words. Embody the actions.

All is One. Embrace the connection to what is inside you, what is outside of you, and be who you are meant to be.

TheSacredWhore

© Dawn C. Davis

Ponderings...or...OMG, she's thinking again.

At what point does something become hypocrisy? Where is the line drawn? I know that some areas are extremely black and white and it is very clear. I am a person who hates hypocrisy….abhors it. But I have learned recently that there is a grey area where some actions appear hypocritical but may not necessarily be. I’m certain that with some things this is a matter of perception. What one person sees in a situation is not what everyone else may see of the same situation from a different perspective. Not only that, but our perceptions are colored by our own life experiences and specific things that we may be going through in the moment.

Don’t get me wrong, I still despise hypocrisy, but I have learned that it’s not always so easily determined if actions/thoughts/beliefs might be hypocritical.

I have had exchanges this week that have caused me to step back and think about these things and I’ll be honest, I haven’t figure it all out. This writing is a means by which I hope to figure out at least some of it.

Possessive…this is a word used in this lifestyle (and out, obviously) and I have always thought it was a good word. I get a tingle inside when I feel I am being possessed by someone I desire and feel passion with. I love the idea and feeling of it, but there are connotations and deeper meanings to the word that are not what I need or want.

For instance, if you look up synonyms for the word possessive you get some interesting word options; controlling, jealous, overprotective, clinging, covetous, selfish.

I don’t like those words. I love the feeling of being controlled in certain situations and conditions, but I don’t want someone controlling (or trying to control) every aspect of who and what I am, or all of my life. I still need space to be me. I love feeling protected but I don’t want to be smothered. I love to be the focus of someone’s thoughts and actions "in the moment", but I would probably feel very uncomfortable to be in that position 24/7 (besides, life dictates other things must be taken care of). I also don’t like clingy.

There are good synonyms for possessive as well; e.g., hold, own, or care. All words, thoughts, and actions that I can fully support.

So does this make me a hypocrite? Or really does it just come down to where the line is drawn for any individual? What works for me obviously may not work for others. I want a partner who can accept me for who I am yet still push me to be better, more; but not overwhelm who I am or try to make me into someone else to meet his ideal.

It’s like the line between love and hate, or happy and sad. Two extremes of the same thing. It is the degree in either direction that dictates if it is positive or negative, and no one person can draw the line for another as to when it crosses over…though I would posit that the extreme in the negative would generally be unacceptable.

I am me. I get naked easily and freely. I don’t do it as an exhibitionist…it doesn’t “turn me on”. To me, being naked is no big deal. I may not always like how my body looks or feels on any given day, but that’s just life. I love me and who I am. My body is the shell that houses the giving and caring person who is me. I refuse to let anyone try to make me feel shame about the fact that I am comfortable in my skin and being in my skin (naked) in front of others. I don’t get naked for attention. I don’t get naked hoping someone will want to touch. In fact, if someone does touch me when I’m naked and it was not negotiated…well, trust me when I tell you you don’t want to go there.

I am me. I create a safe environment for my models to get naked and feel accepted for all they are and feel beautiful. This particular point is so incredibly important to me. I don’t care if you’re a size 2 or 22 in front of my camera (I’ve been both of those sizes BTW). I try to capture something with my lens that goes so far beyond just the skin a person lives in. That is my art. That is my goal.

I am me. I have a stubborn streak as wide as the Pacific Ocean, possibly wider. Really. Trust me on this. Don’t try to tell me how to feel, what to think, or to be something other than who I am. It will not end well. But at the same time, I can give everything to the right person in the right circumstance and moment, but don’t ever take that for granted or you will see that stubborn streak and you will never break me of it. I give freely and easily or I give nothing. I am a girl of extremes. This is something I have learned about myself and am learning to temper in certain situations.

I am me. I am an artist (nods to my sis, -AnamCara- for making me understand this). If I want you in front of my camera there is a reason. Trust that it is no small thing. And don’t try to force or coerce me to have you in front of my lens for your own gratification and/or because you’re an exhibitionist and you’re making notches on your belt for all the photographers you’ve worked with. That does not feed my vision.

I am me. I have a hard time owning my masochism sometimes. I think it’s a private part of who I am (which doesn’t mean I can’t play in front of others). I know that I can go deeper and take more when I am doing it in a place of being consumed in the moment by/for another and there is a sharing of trust and respect.

I am me. I giggle when you hurt me in delicious ways. But it better be negotiated or trust me, I won’t be giggling, nor will I ultimately be the person who is hurt.

I am me. I love and adore spending time with my friends but sometimes my need to be introverted comes first. Even then, if one of my friends needs me, the need to be alone gets tossed out the window. If you are one of those that I call friend, I will be there for you in the darkest moments. I will hold you while you cry, I will hand you tissues, and I will feed you chocolate. But be warned; I will also tell you the unadulterated truth and not everyone wants to hear the naked truth. I will call you on your bullshit if I need to. If I think that calling you on your bullshit may break you (in a not good way), I may choose to walk away because it is the best thing for both of us. And that is hard.

I am me…and I’ve barely scratched the surface really of who I am.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Art in Therapy

So, last weekend I got to do a photoshoot. An amazing photoshoot. A powerful photoshoot.

“Where are the pictures?” you ask. Well, that’s just it. There will likely be very fewif any photos posted. They are sexy. Beautiful. Endearing. Touching. Fabulous. Important. Compelling. Potent.

I could go on for days like this, and likely you all will never see any of them. But they are there. They touch me every time I open Lightroom to work on processing them. They are some of the most important work I have ever done in my life…and I hope to get the chance to do something similar again….even if it means not being able to share them.

I got to be a fly on a wall, share energy and space with two amazing women; one of whom is working to overcome much in her life and how she sees herself. This was therapy in kink and I got to document it, so for me it has become Art in Therapy.

I am so incredibly humbled that I was asked to do this. Not just as a photographer, but as a human being. I walked into it nervous. Hoping beyond hope that I could see and document what was needed for the healing work to continue. I walked away from the shoot with a contact high that I was not expecting. I walked into the shoot not in my own best headspace, and was nervous because I knew it was going to be emotional. I wasn’t nervous for me, I was nervous for her and that my energy would bleed over into what they were trying to accomplish, but I was resolved to put aside my own internal dialogue and be there for her. What happened was inspiring. Being there, capturing that healing…it healed something in me that I didn’t even know needed healing.

I got to photograph nervousness, laughter, tears, compassion, connection, power, strength, beauty, sexiness, and so so much more.

There can be great healing in this thing that we do. There can be great healing in allowing ourselves to move outside of our comfort zones. I am blown away time and again when people who have been in front of my lens want to be in front of it again…and tell me they feel powerful and special with what is created there. That they feel like they are contributing to art, and not some random cunt or cock shot.

We are sacred. Each and every one of us. Every part of us. There is no shame in the divine beauty that resides in us. Nor is there shame in the beauty of the bodies we have been given to house our divinity.

Hmmm, maybe I should keep my name after all. :-)

The Sacred Whore

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Metaphors and Symbols in Life

I am a student of the occult, a seeker of esoteric knowledge and wisdom...metaphysics. Symbols have been my life; spiritually, emotionally, physically...for more years than some of my friends have been on this earth (in this lifetime at least). The interesting thing is that I'm not very good at putting into words what I glean from the metaphors and symbols in my life. I can take all of that knowledge, all of the gleanings, and transform them into an emotion, into energy within my body and release it to the world through connection with another human being, through ritual, through sex or kink, but words seem to escape me...or at least it feels that way to me which is kind of ironic given words seem to be one of the most important things of my life.

Ritual; be it sexual, kink-related, spiritual, stroking someones hand, giving someone a hug, merely making a soulful connection in some small and profound way...with a person, with an animal, with a tree, or flowing stream...these are but some of the ways that metaphors and symbols both enter and leave my life.

Many years ago, during a meditation, I connected to ALL. The most profound moment of my life. I was open to every single entity on this planet, in the air, in the cosmos. We were... *are* one. I sense and feel my connection to everything. It is overwhelming at times. It can make ending relationships extremely painful, but it can enhance the beginning of a new friendship; amp it up like lightning striking, or floodgates opening. It makes me very vulnerable. Learning to control it has been...interesting. *smile*

Many years ago, I ended a very profound relationship...a Master/slave relationship. I struggled though I knew it was exactly the right thing to do. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I knew that I could sever the metaphysical connection, the "cord" that kept me connected to him and it would ease my aching and longing, but I recognized that if I did that, then I would no longer be connected to ALL. I consciously chose to let the metaphysical connection remain even though fear and loss and anger traveled along that cord for some time and fed my anguish and pain. Eventually it diminished and now it is a cord like any of the other infinite cords that connect me to everything and everyone around me. To this day, I am extremely thankful that I did not damage my relationship with ALL by severing that one cord.

Perhaps this is why my photographic art has come back into my life. Another form of metaphor and symbol. The things my eye sees and wants (needs) to capture and share with the world.

The tattoos on my body, the symbols they represent are more metaphors. The great union that comes from the combining of sexual energies (mine depicts female and male sexual union). The replica of the Pictish carving on my breast to me symbolizes new life, growth, the germinating seed coming to life. The Udjat on my back symbolizes my intuition, my psychic self, and that connection that I have to ALL. The white wolf paw on my hip/thigh, once a symbol of my slavery to my Master, now symbolizes my secondary totem and the path that I traverse in this lifetime of discovery of self. The new tattoo that has not come into being yet, will connect all of these and aid my ritual of moving into the next phase of being.

Sometimes I feel like it is a very solitary path these metaphors and symbols lead me on, and sometimes it feels lonely, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it is filled with fascinating conversations, amazing connections, and the warmest of hugs. I cherish each and every moment that I share with every entity I connect with...each and every one. They are precious to me.


I feel led to end this with a quote of sorts. It is the "Priestess speech" from the Gnostic Catholic Mass, which I performed more times than I can possible count. Filled with metaphor and symbol for those who care to look. If you ever want to hear it spoken, I'd be happy to oblige. Ask me any time you see me. Trust me, it's engraved on my very soul. I will never forget it.

"But to love me is better than all things; if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head-dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!" [Liber AL, I:61] "To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:62] "Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you. I am the blue-lidded daughter of sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:63-65]

© Dawn C. Davis (photo and writing except for excerpt from Liber AL)

It's Raining Today

It's raining today

Like the tears falling from my eyes
It washes away the feelings of loss

A soft gentle rain
Watering the earth so that new growth will come
Cleansing away the debris of what might have been

A dark but embracing sky
Where water falls, enveloping me in its arms
Letting me know that I am never alone

There is life all around me
I am one with the earth, the sky, the elements
The sun, the moon, the gentle breeze

It talks to me
Healing the hurt of my soul
Letting me know that I am part of something bigger

It’s raining today
A beautiful rain that brings new life
A wondrous thing washing away my tears


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Image ~ Source unknown

Heart Journey

Heart cast adrift
Wandering, wondering
What is to be
Where will it lead

Will there be joy and beauty
And shared reverie
Will there be soulful connection
In the delicacy of painful release

The heart is a flower
Needing light and love
Nurture with sustenance
Hope and devotion

Wrapped in cocoon
Of my own gentle making
Retreat to the safe place of comfort
Guarded hope for desired awakening

Stretch forth from enveloping safety
Wings spread to dry in blossom of color
Longing paints patterns of bruises
Whispers of desire are a rosy flush

Captured in the net of heavens promise
Spread out and pinned like the rarest specimen
Craving the touch of his hand
Devotion to the beauty she willingly gives

Cling to the dream of rapture unleashed
Kneel at the feet of Elysian ecstasy
Offering all that i have
Waiting and wondering

Where will my heart land


Story and image:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

The Timing of the Universe

The timing of the Universe...

...is perfect.

Awakened cravings never known
To submit beyond mere submission
To serve in all ways
To crawl to the One deserving
To please Him beyond measure
To learn His desires
To kneel before Him as offering
To blend into the ways of His pack

i sense the Wolf
Circling, pacing, tracking me
i feel the Wolf
Caring, nurturing, playing with me
i crave the Wolf
Biting, pawing, claiming me

The distance may be difficult
We agreed
Today is such a day
Deep breath, calm, centered
Enter the place of service
Allowing yearnings their place
Experience the time and space
Be here and now and know
That more will come

i sense the Wolf
Circling, pacing, tracking me
i feel the Wolf
Caring, nurturing, playing with me
i crave the Wolf
Biting, pawing, claiming me

Lying in the shadows of my mind
Is hope sublime
A sense of wonder at what might be
Anticipation of things unknown
Watching, waiting, patience blooms
Rare flower of sweet perfume
Longing for His hand
Yearning for His voice
Craving His command

i sense the Wolf
Circling, pacing, tracking me
i feel the Wolf
Caring, nurturing, playing with me
i crave the Wolf
Biting, pawing, claiming me

Sister welcomes generously
Feeding something deep inside of me
Shared moments without jealousy
Glorious moments knowing
He is happy and pleased
Serving Him, pleasing Him
Is a calling that cannot be ignored
A calling that i must heed
Transcending time and place
The distance or the space

i sense the Wolf
Circling, pacing, tracking me
i feel the Wolf
Caring, nurturing, playing with me
i crave the Wolf
Biting, pawing, claiming me

Whatever is will be
Breathing in rhythm
Of hearth, and home, and family
Serve my Wolf
Serve my Lord
Surrender to the need inside of me
Belong with sister
Precious moments all sublime
Pack means everything

i sense the Wolf
Circling, pacing, tracking me
i feel the Wolf
Caring, nurturing, playing with me
i crave the Wolf
Biting, pawing, claiming me

The timing of the Universe...

...is perfect.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013
Image ~ internet, source unknown

Cravings

Raw visceral cravings
rolling through my mind
feeding my need to submit
Your words get inside my head
my will is begging to kneel
before You
in sublimation
needing, wanting, craving
to please, to serve,
to give all, everything

Sweet bliss of submission
Your hands
Your pleasure
Your orders
Your care
sweet rapture of obeying
consume my every thought
my very being
my soul crying out with need

Tears of longing
consume my essence
words of praise
waken my senses
struggle with self
for distance and circumstance
it is what it is
walk away
stay and see what might be

Cravings fill my soul
You have awakened the slave
within me once again
it hurts, it consumes
share or hold it inside
what would a good slave girl do
cravings should be shared
fear wants to hold them back
fear is a liar

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Internet image, source unknown

My Wolf

I met you in a dream.

Coming to me across a narrow wooded path, you and your brother. I knew that you were for me and I was to choose between you. I saw your brother but my eyes never left yours. You are the deepest grey and brindle of the large timber wolf with a beautiful ruff of silver. Your eyes the penetrating yellow of the wild beast you are. Your gaze never left mine as you stood there and I sank to my knees before you. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity, drowning in each others eyes. Slowly my hands reached up and buried themselves in the thick ruff of your neck fur, and you closed your eyes. I leaned forward and added the weight of my face to the ruff where my hands were buried, breathing deep the scent of you.

We became one in that moment and I heard your voice in my head, "Ukiah, Little Bird," and I knew this was your name and you recognized and accorded reverence to my eagle totem. You entered my soul that day, always to reside with me, standing beside my Eagle, the predators that make me strong and willful, intelligent and free...but willing to submit to the the Other, the One who is strong enough to Dominate us.

That has been few and far between, that dominance. We are strong. When we find it, when the chemistry is right, we kneel, we pant, we growl, we yearn to please, yet protect.

You came to me when I started to explore this deeper, darker aspect of myself, when I started to explore how pleasurable pain could be, to discover the erotic connections of submission. When I find that Other and kneel before Him, you come to the surface. If He connects with the animal essence that is within me, you growl with pleasure. You groan and strain with the need to be taken, the need to be dominated; the bite on the neck holding me still and in place. You fight so briefly to see if He, the Other, is worthy of our strength and when He is, we melt and you give me the strength needed to go deep, to please Him and in this way you help my Eagle to fly free in the moment of ultimate release; to soar above the earth and take Him with me to experience that ultimate goal of becoming one with Deity, to sing with angels, to howl with the joy of coming home.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

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A Fairy Tale...

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Dawn. Her laughter joined the birds in song. Her eyes were as changing and expressive as the moon. Her tears filled the oceans. She could get lost in the sun, in the stars, in the flow of a swift moving river. She was sensitive and caring, taking everything to heart and holding it within herself like a precious flower. She laughed and danced, she expressed herself with words, with song, with movement, with service. She desperately wanted to please everyone.

She grew up feeling everything deeply and being told she was too much; too sensitive, too caring, too giving...to stop being who she was. The people who told her these things were well meaning, but the damage was done. So she continued to live and grow, she made friends, tried hard to be what they all wanted her to be, and couldn’t figure out why she was not happy.

She spent time learning music because it spoke to the emotion she tried to hide. She learned how to dance because it was an outlet for the emotion she tried not to feel. She read books to escape the drudgery her life had become. She wrote stories to feed her imagination and try to find her dreams again. She took pictures trying to find the light. She sought god in the religions of the world, trying them on like wedding dresses, searching for the one that fit her dream.

She made love with abandon, giving her body freely, even to those that did not deserve it. She was drawn to submission and pain and discovered it was a way to release the pent up emotions that she had learned how to hide. In her search for god and for someone to love, she discovered that She is all that she needs….but not all that she wants.

She studied the bible, the Koran, Qabalah, Hermetics, Thelema, Sufism, the philosophy of the ancient Egyptians, and was drawn to the stories of the ancient Picts and the Celtic peoples. She discovered the sacredness that is sexuality and the union with GOD through the joining of sexual energies with a partner, or through self-pleasuring. Her goddess came to her through her discovery of the pleasures of pain. She became a priestess in a religion that “almost” fit her perfectly, but she was unable to find the “other”, the person, the priest who could complete her rapture in her devotion, so she moved on, searching, ever searching.

She is learning to love herself as her goddess loves her, devoting herself to the bliss of pain that leads to the release of self in sexual abandon.

Her story is really just beginning, the journey through wanton desires, sharing herself for the healing of the world through sexual union…with one, with many…it has not been fully determined yet.

Her laughter once again joins the birds in song. Her eyes are still as changing and expressive as the moon. Her tears still fill the oceans. She still gets lost in the sun, in the stars, in the flow of a swift moving river. She remains sensitive and caring, taking everything to heart and holding it within herself, nurturing that precious flower. She laughs freely and dances with abandon; she expresses herself with words, with song, with movement, with service. She loses herself with wild abandon when a trusting hand administers pain…and pleasure.

The ending of one chapter leads to the beginning of another. Her story continues…

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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I Love You...

Love…what is it? Does it really matter?

I had a conversation with a friend recently who told me about a book she was reading and she said some things that were extremely profound to me.

The word love means so many things. There are so many kinds of love. Life is short and we never know when it will end or when we will part ways with someone that means something to us. Be courageous. Say, “I love you” every time you feel it, to everyone that you’re feeling it toward. Don’t worry about what “type” of love it is, just say it. Say it because you need to say it. Say it because someone needs to hear it. Don’t worry about it freaking out the person you’re saying it to. They need to hear it and you need to share it.

You may only ever have one chance to say it to someone and they need to know you felt that way about them at least once. It doesn’t matter if its friendship love, or romantic love, or spiritual love, or respect love, or any other kind. It’s love. Share it. Celebrate it. Acknowledge it. Revel in it. But most especially SAY IT.

It might prompt a conversation. It might confuse someone…but at some point, they will remember it and know that in that moment you respected them, cared for them, loved them and it may make all the difference in the world when that memory comes back to them.

I love you….

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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One Line ~ Inspiration

You touched my body with thousands of strokes of cane, flogger, whip, paddle, and more. You captured my mind with every clamp, clothespin, blind fold, and bite you administered. You claimed my soul with every invasion of plug, dildo, hook, finger, and cock. You won my spirit with every new adventure through the darkness. You care for my heart when I give it into your hands for safekeeping.

 
You break me into a million pieces each time I am allowed to attend to you...you break me apart and put me back together again, each time in new and exciting ways. There is much I have learned about myself in our time together and so much more yet to learn. I yearn for the dark places we share, I thrive in the shadows that are our playground.

I am Your whore...Your sacred whore. Touched, captured, claimed, won, and cared for.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Joyful Pressure ~ Sweet Release

Sweet delicious pain that swells and builds
Pressure growing deep inside
Moaning and groaning with the force of the pleasure
Riding the edge of the sensation
Building, mounting, moving with the friction
Wanting and yearning for the sweet release
Playing it out long and hard
It just feels too good to stop
Tension builds in my head and cunt
Playing with the feeling
Straining against the frenzied tension
Sharp application of a well-placed hand
My head explodes, my pussy let’s go
Your hand is drenched as the blows continue
My juices continue to flow with each sharp staccato
Laughter and joy bubble up out of my mouth

Mirth is shared, the joy is effervescent

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Totem

Proud and lovely eagle, soaring through the sky in her majesty and grace.
Now caged, half starved, longing for what will not be given.

She grows lackluster, losing color and her radiant power;
Will she still be desired by her jailer when she is too weak to break her chains?

Will she have the courage to break the bars that bind her and soar once more?
She knows deep in her heart that without the sustenance she requires she will lose herself.

This mighty and free spirit is broken and hungry.
She needs healing and sustenance.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Photo: Jerry Uelsmann

Sex Heals

All the men between my thighs
All the cocks buried; thrusting in my secret center
Looking for my nectar, but fucking to the rhythm in their head, taking only what they want

Did they listen to my needs or were they just lonely horny guys looking for a connection?
Some were horny, some were lonely, some were hurt, some were afraid. But what was I looking for?
What healing did I need or was it healing I needed to give?

Sex heals, sex steals.
It robs us of ourselves and who we are as we hide inside another for a moment
Looking for connection, begging to not be forgotten.

All the men I’ve fucked, all the men I took inside my body
Seeing their pain, seeing their anguish, their truth and lies as they hid from themselves.
Hoping to ease them, aid them, heal them on their journey to find something more.

Is this what a healer whore does?
Who heals the whore? She heals herself because no one else sees what she sees, does what she does.
And then one day, someone says…Let’s try a little taste.

Where can we go? What can we explore?
How deep can you go when the whip hits your flesh? What happens inside when the lash makes you wet?
How was I to know, this was my calling? How was I to know, this is what heals the healing whore.

Sex heals, sex reveals.
It shines a light on the dark places in our soul if only we open our eyes to see,
Looking for connection, begging for release.

He calls me His whore and takes me places i’ve never dreamed of.
He takes me to the dark places. He takes me to the bright places.
He touches me the way i touched all those men. Healing through visions, through truth, the secret of pain revealing all

He shines a light on where I’ve been, though we don’t discuss it
He shows me the way to find myself, heal myself. He shows me where God lives and takes me there.
There is laughter and tears on the way to nirvana, releasing infinite space, infinite love on the way to truth.

Sex heals, sex binds
It connects us to ourselves and to one another in the moment of passion and release
Finding ourselves, finding our lust

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

It Is...

Sometimes the ache is so acute I see no way to continue on.

The touch of his hand on my heart like the barest brush of a butterfly’s wing;

So beautiful, so profound.

It confuses and confounds

It exhilarates and invigorates

It builds me up and crashes me down

I get lost in the dark of his passion, the passion that is my light.

Sometimes I think that running away is the only thing I can do to keep from getting lost;

But with his touch I am home.

It is passion and longing

It is love and delight

It builds me up and crashes me down

How do I reconcile the yearning and the ache deep inside.

The only thing I can do is let him be who he is, support him, be his mirror, his gift;

Be true to myself with my love.

It is courage and fear

It is longing and desire

It builds me up and crashes me down

I have all that I need deep inside of me for he has shown me this truth.

His dark, his light, his passion, his truth, his touch that leads me through the maze of myself;

Bringing me to my truth.

It is home and rest

It is healing and respite

It builds me up………………

Like a wave I crash on the rocks of love.

© Dawn C. Davis

Grateful

i am grateful for having found You, whose Dominance fits my submission so well.
i am grateful for the dark dance we weave together, exploring the shadow of our psyches.
i am grateful for having someone in my life who understands my need for ritual.
i am grateful for being able to share the journey of sacred sexuality with You.
i am grateful for the laughter You bring to my lips, and the shining smile on Your face.
i am grateful for Your beautiful cock and being allowed to worship it.
i am grateful for the oceans of my essence that You pull from my body when i release.
i am grateful for this path, this life, that takes me further along my journey of who i am...and that i get to share it with You.

i am grateful.

©Dawn C. Davis 2012

His Hands

i was looking at a picture of You today that made me feel all warm and tingly inside. The look on Your face, in Your eyes, Your beautiful hands...these are the things that stood out for me in this picture and made me think about our times together. A serious look for serious moments in our dark tango. You lead, i follow.

Looking at this picture today, caused me to think about our time together in the living room after our session. As we ate our post-session treat i watched Your hands. i watched Your hands as You handled the dagger. When i sat on the couch and You buried Your feet behind me to keep them warm, i watched Your hands as they lay on Your thigh. Watching Your hands that night, and looking at them in the picture today, made me think about what they feel like on my body, how they play me like an instrument, fine tuning my reactions and how i come alive and sing for You as Your hands touch and manipulate my flesh.

Your hands pinch my nipples, stretching and pulling them until i gasp. Your hands gently lift my chin, requesting that i look You in the eye. Your hands stroke my hair comforting me. Your hands grasp, scrape, and scratch sensitive skin, bringing me more fully awake to Your touch. Your hands slap, spank, and strike beautiful rhythms on my flesh until i writhe with pleasurable pain. Your hands wipe tears from my vulnerable face causing me to love You that much more. Your hands hold my face as You kiss me, making me feel precious. Your hands push hard and unyielding things into my body causing me to groan and beg to be fucked. Your hands stroke my pussy, my ass, my clit, until i cannot stop humping them. Your hands rip orgasms from my body until i scream in overwhelmed ecstasy. Your hands quiet my body when it has reacted strongly to Your implements of torment. Your hands wield those implements bringing me to heightened states of awareness and delight. 

Your fingers fuck me, Your hands devour me, Your energy consumes me when we dance our dark pas de deux.

©Dawn C. Davis 2011

The Alchemist

There is no question in my mind that He is the Alchemist. The changes that He is bringing forth in me are astounding, overwhelming, beautiful, fulfilling, total. His touch, His creativity, His eye…He sees what needs to be done to me, on me, with me, and does it. He leads me through the wasteland and causes life to blossom deep inside of me.

i am filled with wanton desire now. It fills me, overflowing, spreading throughout our time together and beyond; cascading down my thighs like a waterfall desperately trying to reach the sea. He releases it from me, guiding the journey, touching lives as we ride the waves of desire and lust.

He uses the sharp edge of pain to guide, to sweep me away to the heavens until i sing with the angels. He pushes me ever further along the road of my being introducing me to my darkest self until the joy breaks forth in infectious laughter that cannot be held back. He takes me where i have never been before and it is my home, my heart. He fills me so full that i am empty, drained of everything that does not fit inside of me.

He teaches me about pleasure, about pain, about loss, about love, and it fills me with creation, bliss, questions, hope, yearning, forever striving and reaching for more.

He molds me to his touch, to his desire and wishes, until i cease to exist on this plane of existence. There is only us in the moment. There is no beginning, no end, no middle, no Him, no me, no one, no thing, only ALL.

There is bliss, there is pain, there is joy, there is loss, there is fear, there is silliness, there is seriousness, there is release, there is fulfillment, there is completion, but there is no end.

i am the Philosopher's Stone, His tool to wield and use as He desires, for His desire, for His pleasure.