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

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

Witching Hour

It's 3am...again. Some call it the witching hour, or the devil's hour. I'm almost always awake at this hour. Does that mean I'm a witch? Or in league with the devil? I think I should leave those questions for another time, another story...

I roll over and look at you, sleeping so peacefully. You look young and innocent sleeping, your head on the pillow, your hand tucked under it, the cares of life and the stresses of work erased from your features. A relaxed face, the stubble that you will gripe about in the morning, because it's starting to turn grey. The stubble that I love to feel against my thighs when you take command of my body with your mouth.

Life has been hard lately though. Work for both of us has become stressful, we've gotten lost in the day-to-day mire of jobs, aging parents, caught up in the rat race of letting others dictate our time and energy. Maybe that's what woke me up. The deep thoughts in the middle of the night. I miss our carefree time together. I miss the man who tells me to kneel at his feet and take him in my mouth when he walks in the door. I miss the me that wantonly does so and takes you as deep into my mouth as possible, and then a little bit more just because it pleases you and I love pleasing you.

As I look at you lying in bed, I discover that I miss that most of all...I miss *us*. Where did we go? How did we lose the all important us? Thinking about it in this darkest hour of night, I realize...it doesn't matter how we got here. It's getting back that's important.

With that in mind, I slowly pull back the covers and look at your perfection; because to me, you are perfect. Even in your sleep, even with the innocent look on your face, I know better. I know that you are the man who has always been able to command my attention; with a single look, a softly spoken word, a solitary touch...and I melt into your power.

Looking at you now, the light down low so it won't disturb you, but I am about to disturb you in a way that I hope will please you. I need us back again...so I will serve you. You are deep in sleep and I pause, wondering if what I'm about to do will piss you off, or help bring us back to center. Doing nothing will get us nowhere, so what have I got to lose?

I run my hand gently up your thigh, you shift slightly but you're still fast asleep. I cup your balls and your cock in my hand. You're soft and pliant...it's too early for your usual morning wood. I lean down and lick you, gently taking all of you into my warm moist mouth. You taste so wonderful. I love the feel of you in my mouth all soft, and the fact that I can actually take all of you this way, it makes me moan, it makes me hungry for more. I start to get lost in the feeling of you in my mouth when your hand lands on my head and I hear a sleepy grumble.

"Fuck baby, what....ah shit..."

Your voice gets lost in a gravely moan and your fingers start gripping my hair. You've gotten so hard in my mouth and I can't stop what I've started...even if I wanted to. I'm lost in the feeling of pleasing you. You shift your legs to give me better access and you whisper, "You know what to do, do it."

A shiver rakes through my body because it's "that" voice...the voice I haven't heard in so long, the voice that makes me melt and my insides puddle and start to drip down my thighs. I let my saliva flow freely so that I can do that thing you love so well. My hand is coated now, slippery and my fingers squeeze your balls in the way to your perineum, stroking until you shudder slightly. A single finger finds your tight hole, pushes in slowly; your hips thrust driving your cock deeper into my mouth, a growl escapes your lips. You open slowly to my probing while I release your cock and suck your balls into my mouth, laving them with my tongue, sucking gently.

A second finger joins the first in your ass and I feel your prostate.

"C'mon babygirl, you know what to do."

I melt a little more as I release your balls with a pop, and fall on your cock once more. Two fingers in your tight ass, slowly stroking your prostate, while I take you as deep into my mouth and throat as I can. You stroke my cheek, and then twine your fingers in my hair again, not forcing me, but not letting me up either. Your subtle control, always what drives me over the edge. I growl deep in my throat, vibrating against your cock, your hips thrust your cock deeper into my mouth while each movement rubs my fingers over your sweet spot inside.

I hear your deep groans as your hips continue to buck against me, and then you stiffen and with a growl of warning, you are salty sweet in my mouth. I don't let go, I savor it like the sweetest ambrosia because to me that's exactly what it has always been. My mouth softens on the now sensitive head of your cock, my tongue gently laving your shaft, cleaning every drop.

"Oh, sweet babygirl, I've missed that. I've missed you. Where'd this come from?"

I can't look at him. I'm still a little lost. "I've missed us. We got lost and I need you. I need you to need me."

He gathers me in his arms, "Babygirl...I know life has been hard lately. I need you so much. I'm sorry I haven't shown you that. But you've given me the best reminder. Now I need you to lay back and let me give you some more of what you need."

And that's exactly what he does. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, possess every square inch of me and I know once again that I belong and am cherished.

As we cuddle up together, just about to drift off to sleep, I hear his soft voice as he strokes my head, "And next week, when I come home from work, you'd best be waiting at the door for me wearing nothing but a smile."

I drift off to sleep knowing we're okay.


Both story and image:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Heart Flutters

Anticipation...
The journey of going
Where will the tortuous enveloping pain take me this time?
How can I serve?
How will you use me?

Expectation...
The edge of knowing
The implements of my pleasure...pain...pleasure
The wonder of letting go
The power of submitting

Suspense...
The power of you
To crawl inside my mind and fuck it like the last thing on earth
The magic of dominance
The power of the dance

Excitement...
The beauty of nature
Inspiring visions of creativity and art; lust and longing
The feel of the thorns
The smell of the rose

Promise...
Of stimulating conversation
Sharing the essence of who we are, where we want to go, what we want to be
The vision of you, of me, of us
The longing of anticipation...


© Dawn C. Davis (photo and prose)

That Place Between

Between one thought and the next

You have me wrapped around your finger as you lead me to bed

Between the sheets you touch my body
As you devour my mind with your wicked thoughts

Between the synapses of my scattered feelings
You destroy my preconceived notions of pleasure

Between my thighs there is a place yearning to be filled
As you indulge in the very essence of my being

Between one breath and the next
You have taken me to the brink of destruction, the edge of rapture, that place that is between


Photo and prose © Dawn C. Davis

Aftershocks

Orgasms being ripped from my body
Torn from the very center of my being
Forced upon me, one on top of another
There is no longer a you or a me, there is only the never-ending orgasm
Until I lay drenched and sated
Relaxing into the moment, the afterglow of primal sex
Feeling there is no more within me
Minutes pass and my body convulses with the pleasure tearing through me once again
Even though there is no further stimulation
A smile upon your lips, understanding what you have done
More time passes and another convulsion as yet another orgasm rips through me
A gentle touch of your hand as you quiet me
Moments go by and a ripple spreads through me as I release yet again
Your hand resting on me as you own what you have done to me
Another stretch of time, the clock ticking and another paroxysm engulfs my body
You watch with satisfaction
What feels like hours later and another eruption pours through me in waves of unending pleasure
You hold me as I circle earth’s orbit, knowing you have taken me there.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

The Dewy Rose

The soft outer petals gently open to expose the precious flower.

The inner petals releasing the essence of the perfume that draws him in.

A finger gently touching, aiding the flower to open more fully to his demands.

Dipping into the secret folds until the moisture is liberated from the depths.

Stroking in and out, the dewy folds blossom, inviting a deeper possessive taking.

Bending down, his tongue touches the extract, licking the sweet ambrosia.

Penetrating fingers claim the center as tongue devours.

Lips encompass the bud and suckles.

Pressure building inside.

The flower plump and ready to give all.

Quivering petals rescued from the chains of desire.

The elixir of pleasure bursts forth across his waiting lips.

Fingers plunging, in and out, tongue lapping the elixir of delight.

Peace descends on the precious flower, petals relaxed and open, waiting for the piercing claim that starts it all again.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Swimming in the Dark

We go swimming in the shadows of our thoughts
Diving deep into the limpid pools of longing
Searching out the urges of taboo where our souls reside

Your fingertips glide over my flesh in bare whispers
Raising the gooseflesh of passion on tortured skin
You read me like the finest erotic novel in braille

One hand on my throat holding me still
The fingers of the other buried in my center
Releasing the essence of my need as you bite at my breast

You enter me slowly stoking the fires of need
Taking what is yours in the moment of our melding
Stroking to the depths of my soul claiming my secrets

The thoughts of our minds mingle in dark places
Feeding the passion of our bodies until light overwhelms us
And ecstasy completes us in the screams of fulfillment


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

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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

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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

Unpack

Come in, let me take your coat, you're going to be here a while.
You have baggage? No worries, let me help you unpack.
Ah, you're ashamed of what you're carrying around.
That's okay, we all have some of that.
Let's unpack it now and get it out of the way.
No, no, you don't get to hide. I won't allow that.
You won't have any secrets from me.
Shh, shh, shh, it's alright. I'm here.
I'll hold you close. I'll protect you.
You have monsters? That's okay. You'll meet mine too.
Oh, that doesn't scare you?
Well, we'll see how that goes.
Now, lets get to that baggage.
I'm not letting you go, you know.
Trust that.
I can't promise that there won't be pain.
We're living after all.
But I will never intentionally harm you.
Oh, you trust that already.
Good girl...now lets get to that baggage.
I'll hold you tight while you unpack.


Writing © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013
Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Decadent Darkness

Juicy sweet decadent darkness
Luscious tasty pleasurable pain
The ambrosia of delight
Is getting lost in your touch

Smooth like delectable chocolate
The softness of you in my mouth
Pleasing you, pleasuring you
Falling into the abyss of your commands

Hunger like a ravening animal
Passions stirred beyond reason
Taking it, accepting it
Embracing the sweetness of pain

Hands molding the responses
Of this body in submission
Teeth rending the screams from my throat
Lost in the beauty of your touch

Flying ever skyward
Heaven surrounding us
The stars enfolding us
Soaring without wings

Lost in the dance
Your dominance, my submission
Floating in decadence
Surrender to a higher calling

We answer the call without fear
We heed the call with open trust
We travel where it takes us
Or be forever lost.


Image and poem:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Vulnerable....

Exposed. Open. Casting shadows on the psyche of emotion.
The place of vulnerability. The need to matter to someone, to something, beyond self.

The place of sharing, the place of caring. Letting go and letting be.
Where, when, why. The light is shining, exposing the tender wound of a healing heart.

Chaos; thoughts churned like velvet butter. The flutter of awakening.
Be still, be quiet. Shhh…it will be alright. Filled with yearning, filled with hope.

Love, trust, caring, sharing…all or nothing. Be the center, be the quiet.
Kneel before the pyre of unforgotten dreams; their essence wafting toward heaven in sweet ambrosia.

Watching, hoping, praying, yearning…waiting.


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Space Between

There is a space between the tears that fall down my face
Filled with the absence of your heart next to mine
Filled with the sorrow of the longing of your touch
Filled with the ghost of the whispers we once shared

There is space between your arms enfolding me
Trying to find our way home from the darkness
Trying to grasp what once was always there
Trying to lessen the pain of dissolution

There is a space between the beats of my heart
The white space of memory where new thoughts can grow
The white space of yearning for the love that encompasses
The white space of life moving on

There is a space between the light and the dark
A place where we hide and a place where we grow
A place where we weep and a place where we learn
A place where we yearn and a place where we run

There is a space

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013
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Death

The cycle of life revolves ever about us.
There is no beginning.
There is no end.
There is only the here and the now.
The knowing and the loving.
Honor the moment.
Honor the passing of the friend, the love, the sharing, the caring.
Relinquish the passing of the lover, never to say good-bye, but letting go for now.
Let go of the guilt, the anger, the sadness.
The memory lives forever.
Wrap yourself in the tears of letting go.
Lose yourself in the laughter of remembering.
Be at peace for there is no more pain, no more anguish…only eternity.

Embrace the cycle and hold tight to the love that remains...
Forever.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Photo © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Open

Open your heart, let me in
I am your sacred song, you are my freedom and light

Open your mind, listen to your heart
I am the freedom you seek, you are the light in the dark

Open your eyes, feel your vision
I am your flight, soaring on the winds of fate.

Open your hand, touch my soul
I am the passion you seek, in the window of time.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

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Dark Miracles

Flowing into darkness, savoring the flavor of the black enveloping mist.
Surrounded by velvet softness, touching, tasting, drowning in the senses of time.
Searching for wholeness. Reaching for depth. Trying, trying to find the path through the chronology of life.

Yearning for the connection, the stroke of a hand against soft skin.
Tongue tasting the sweet saltiness of tears gliding down a cheek, kissing away the ambrosia of emotion.
There is longing in the darkness, longing in the silent cries of passion, longing in the forgotten space of pain.

Grasping for the light, begging for the warm caress of pain.
The scent of the honeyed essence of desire, the wetness enveloping the ache of the velvet hardness; stroking, stroking, stroking.
Diving ever deeper into the abyss of craving, seeking for the shadow of eternity, the soul of surrender hidden inside the caliginous cave.

Surrender to the hypnotic ecstasy of love.
Where the soul plants the seeds of hope, of wonder; yearning to touch, even for a moment, a kindred passion.
Dive deep into longing, flowing into the darkness of miracles.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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Quiet Darkness

In the quiet darkness, I hear a whisper,
Touch yourself; know the pleasure of my release.

I move to obey, hands squeezing breasts,
Pinching nipples until they stand hard and erect.

In the quiet darkness, I hear a voice,
More. Feel your wetness as you show me the joys of your body.

I am drawn to obey, fingers gliding into my folds.
My wetness spills over my hand, my breath coming in short gasps.

In the quiet darkness, I hear a sigh,
You are my daughter, my sacred whore, my priestess. I love you.

I scream with the release my body can no longer hold back.
B A B A L O N !

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Photo ~ Source unknown

Mount Rainier

I grew up in the shadow of your majesty 

I was in awe of your splendor 

I have been humbled by your power 

I rejoiced in the folds of your meadows 

I shivered in the embrace of your glaciers 

I laughed at the joy of your vision 

I have beheld you in all hours of the day and night 

I have seen you in dark silhouette against a pink sky 

I have seen you glorious in the bright light of the sun 

I have seen you hiding in the wonders of the clouds and 

I have watched the moon rise above your glory 

You are ancient and quiet 

You are wise and peaceful 

You have power and the depth of unending eruptions within you 

You compel the wish to conquer by your very existence 

You evoke dreams of longing and passion in your shadows 

You came into existence millennia ago and support beautiful life all around you 

You are grace and beauty beyond compare 

There may be others bigger, brighter, more difficult to scale 

But you are the inspiration I grew up with and 

You will always be what I look for on the horizon. 

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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The Key

There is a key to my hidden door.
The door that hides the secrets of my body.
The door that hides the secrets of my mind.

There is a key that unlocks my yearning.
The yearning that leads me into darkness.
The yearning that leads me into bliss.

There is a key to releasing my desires.
The desires that feed my soul with passion.
The desires that feed my hunger for pain.

There is a key to finding my heart
The heart that burns with a secret flame
The heart that yearns to soar at your touch.

There is a key to the heart of my darkness.
The darkness that leads to the light of compassion.
The darkness that releases all taboos, heals all wounds, and creates boundless joy.

There is a key… 

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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