She

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There is something about her that imparts chivalry in the most unlikely of men. It is a rare occasion, if there are men around, for her to open a door for herself. She can feel eyes upon her when she walks, she is aware that her grace is alluring, she understands the response this can elicit and is careful to remain strong and guarded lest the eyes decide more can be taken. If her submission had a scent it would be musty with sex, laden with sensuality and irresistible. She knows the men who observe her with obvious desire are mostly unaware of what this scent, this subtle difference that appeals to them is. She waits patiently for the day that she feels the eyes upon her that recognise her very spirit and understand the need that burns within. When this day comes, and she raises her eyes to meet those upon her, she knows she will have found the one who can tame her, force her submission and give her that which she deeply needs. She knows when she meets those eyes she will have found her Master.

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Enamoured

I want to be your dirty secret
Your private source of joy
Your field of experimentation
Pandora’s box seeking key

I want to be your mystic oracle
Sensory journey of the divine
Your surrendered being
Your enraptured goddess

I can feel your possession
Your knowledge of my need
Claim me lover, anoint me with your mark
Known only by the conclave
The acolytes and Masters of bliss

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Mi corazón está triste

El Pulpo

I lost a friend yesterday: Maestro, hermano, amigo, I will miss you but never forget your beautiful smile and presence that even when ravaged with illness burned brighter than many I know with full health. I will see you on the dance floor again Maestro, one day when my time here is done.

Perdí a un amigo ayer: Maestro, hermano, amigo, le echaré de menos, pero nunca olvidaré su sonrisa hermosa y presencia que aun cuando devastado con la enfermedad se quemó más brillante que muchos sé con la salud llena. Voy a hasta la vista en la pista de baile otra vez el Maestro, un día cuando mi tiempo aquí es hecho.

Norberto ‘El Pulpo’ Esbrez

22 Nov 1966 – 16 July 2014

Rest in peace brother

Image of El Pulpo from his facebook page