i Dance

"Dance for me." He says, the faintest trace of a crooked smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.  And so i dance, in small fluid steps, from the flats of my feet rising up to the tips of my toes.  i dance to the music in my soul that builds and races as does my love for Him.  My heart pounds out the rhythm of every thought, every desire, and drives it all... pulls me towards the one who owns my very breath.  That playful smile of His that never fails to tease me to distraction remains, yet the darkness that smolders in His eyes hints at the pleasure yet to come and a shiver tingles down my spine.  And still i dance. 

For Him i dance, unrestricted in my submission, the cool metal around my ankles setting me free to soar above any earthly bounds.  For Him i dance.  For Him i am.  For Him...


(c) 4/30/2013 ~sierra sugar~

Be Good, or Be Gone!

(thanks to Megan Massacre from Wooster Street Social Club (NY Ink).  Her tattoo was part of the inspiration for this little bit of insightful writing.)

Communication, trust, respect and transparency are all critical in any type of relationship, that is if you truly want the relationship to work. Be good to each other. Be honest. Be open. Follow the golden rule, "do unto others". Treat the ones you care about as if you would like to be treated AND how you know they need to be treated. Give to them what they need and they should hopefully in turn give to you what you need. Most of all communicate. Without communication how can there be understanding or trust.

No secrets, no lies. Be good or be gone.


~sierra sugar~

The Morning Fairie

Since it is a full moon, I decided to post one of my earlier writings and one of which I am still rather proud.
 The Morning Fairie
An angel of prophecy appeared unto me; A woman child, she possessed radiant beauty and en-capturing grace. Within her she held the knowledge of times long since passed and of time still to come. She stepped from the powerful arms of her protector - the Night - to bring forth the birth of a new day. Her garments were unbespeckled and pure. Her movement was innocently sensuous - breath-taking. Across the waters she came, gently folding back the blankets of pitch. The wind caressed her cheek gently as if to whisper, "Awaken, and let my love embrace you." The tresses of her earthen hair were perfectly tousled from sleep. Her eyes, burning bright with the life of the land and the trees, danced to the inner rhythms of her soul. A drum, beating out the hours, minutes, the very seconds until darkness would once again draw her to his chest and lull her to sleep.

In but a moment I beheld all this and had just begun to reflect on the wonder before me - Ah, but a moment is all I can bear. The sight of her now so close without the shadows to contain her beauty makes my eyes water with pain. My heart aches to be able to look full upon her once again. It is saddening to know such a beauty exists; yet, only in the few precious moments while she awakens can she be beheld.

The same breeze that caressed her cheek dried the tears from my eyes and cooled my face. Inhaling, the freshness of Morning still lingers in the air. The sounds of the world greeting her stir me from my ponderings. It is time for my rest. Sleep envelopes me and I dream of our brief encounters that fill the precious minutes connecting our two worlds. On the wind I hear her whisper, sleep sweet dear Moon.

©sierra sugar 09/1994

Beautifully Broken

Beautifully broken,
a tragical mess,
a world full of chaos
and a head that's a mess,
perfectly flawed
in every possible way,
and i smile through it all
because tomorrow is another day.

(c) sierra sugar 2013