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so...

The prettiest girl in school was standing much too close to me. She wasn't paying attention to me, but in her company I felt like an ugly duck. I willed my body to melt into the bench in the studio. She made my insides knot up, because I wanted to be like her but wanted her too. Someone walked into room and everyone turned to look and I managed to steel a glance at her.

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Safe in my mind forever.
 
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When I wake up...
Yea I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who wakes up next to you
When I go out...
Yea I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who goes along with you
If I get drunk...
Yea I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who gets drunk next you
And if I heaver
Yea I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who's heavering to you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man who walk a thousand miles to fall down at your door

When I'm walking...
I know I'm going to be that man who's walking hard for you
And the money...
Cause for the work I do I'll pass almost every penny onto you

When I come home...
Yea I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who comes back home to you
And if I go...
Yea I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who going over you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man to walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la la)

When I'm lonely...
well I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreaming...
Well I know I'm going to Dream I'm going to dream about our time when I'm with you
When I go out...
Well I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who goes along with you
And when I come home...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who comes back home for you
I'm going to be that man who's coming home for you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man to walks a thousand to fall down at your door
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la la)

And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man to walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door
 
In front of me is a science journal in which I have only a scant interest. A guy sits opposite and I can feel him looking at me. An opened book is pushed across the mahogany, polished by years of hand prints and tears. I frown and flick back the cover to see Pride & Prejudice.
"I've read it - at school, I've read it, thanks."
"Smell it."
I look at his intense eyes and see an eyebrow flick, repeating the request. Instruction.
He pushes the book another inch toward me.
"Try it."
I take the book and scrutinise his face. Implacable. Earnest. Odd, very odd. Humour him.
Without shifting my guard I take the book in my hands, it's cover like sticky skin.
I lift the opened book, page 253, to my face without shifting my gaze from his face. No funny business. Irritated. I put the page to my nose.
Age, with damp years of neglect by careworn owners in a house by the woods where bluebells shimmer blue in the shadows as the sun rises over a steep mountain, conifers, a distant stream splashing rocks with diamonds.
I shut the book in alarm and the front door slams closed on the leaf-strewn verandah, making strands of hair move on my face.
I push the closed book back to the watching man, see his black hair whisped with momentary grey. My hand dusted white, leaves bare prints on the plain cover like footprints in snow. I clasp the fingers and feel them cold, see one puff of my breath.
"What did you see?"
Confused, I feel sadness welling inside. Cradling my hands in my lap, a chair screeches behind me making me jump and turn. The sun is making patterns on the walls as it does when it reflects from the tables.
"Come on Jane, we'd better get going," says a familiar voice. "Are you OK? Were you nodding off? Come on - I'll buy you a coffee on the way."

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From my fav band - Daughter

That boy, take me away, into the night
Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask of a familiar name on a birthday card

Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene

Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to

Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed

Cause we both know I'll never be your lover
I only bring the heat
Company under cover
Filling space in your sheets
Well I'll never be a lover
I only bring the heat
Company under cover
Filling space in your sheets, in your sheets

So, please just blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
It's just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene.


CANDLES ...case you wanna listen too :)
 
A mysterious bump

She was already sitting quietly in the waiting room when I came in, her hands folded limp on her lap, her head bowed. In another place she might have seemed contemplative or at prayer, but in a busy hospital her posture said 'tired, numb, empty'.
I knew it was late but when I look at my watch, I couldn't remember when we'd arrived so I just fiddled with my hands, pushing the cuticles back and examined my fingers then looked up again. She hadn't moved. I could see her eyes were open but unlike mine, were fixed at a spot on the floor. She was beyond unhappiness, that was plain and I wished the conventions of politeness didn't allow me to go over and offer to give her a hug. She might take such a gesture the wrong way; she could be autistic; she might just need to be alone, but her alone-ness made me ache, like I was seeing her through the wrong end of a telescope; as though the fluorescent light bent to make her shrink smaller.
An orderly came in holding a record card, "David Churchill?" Every eye scanned the room. "David Churchill?', he repeated.
The girl looked up and pulling her bag onto her shoulder, rose from her chair.
"This way please". The orderley gestured a hand as she slipped into the corridor past him and was gone.
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I remember when I was younger and becoming more aware of my body I'd go to an abandoned building to dress up or be naked. It didn't matter if there was snow on the ground outside, because I loved the sensation of my skin cold on surfaces and that lovely feeling of freedom that a skirt gives and pants forbid. Pinching my nipples in the hope that their buds would grow - ha.

Then lying on a hastily swept floor in summer, to let the sun paint hot stripes and patterns on my skin; smelling my skin when it was hot. Making clothes out of plant leaves and stems: being intoxicated by the smell of dandelion sap and nettles or the musty smell of tree bark.

If I did it now I'd be a pervert wouldn't I? I miss being a kid

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1. Are her lips like the hot chocolate your mother made
during the winter months when you were seven?

2. Do you know her favorite songs?
Not when she is happy, but when she is sad.

3. When she is sad, are you on the phone or are you at her door?
Words do not wipe away tears, fingers do.

4. Do you know all the things that keep her up at night?
Do you know why she has gone three days without sleep?
Do you know of the insurmountable waves of sadness that wash over her like a tsunami?

5. Do you know the things to say that will calm her heartbeat? The places to touch? The places to love?

6. Every time you see her do you kiss her like it’s the last time but love her like it’s the first?

7. Do you love her?

8. Do you love her?
 
My name is Mistress Amara. I have a real name, but this name I have grown to love more than the other. With this name I feel the true me. I have become a sort of marriage counselor or a relationship healer. I don't listen to words, I work with and look at body language. I am a Domme, Mistress to male and female submissives. Couples who need a new spark in the bedroom. I don't have sex with them, that's not my satisfaction. My gratification is the complete release of control and the obdiance of those two people doing things that in their hearts they want to do but need the push. My direction, my power, my control gives me the greatest rush. How did I start out this way? Well it all began with.....


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