Sexual Prison

good morning dearest Poet I am much the same way
and I don't why if it were not true you wouldn't see my darker faces emerging
but they are a part of us those who love us will love those sides too...

you are exciting to me ❤️

I've been taking a lot of heat lately for some of the things I say.
No filter can have a price.  My filter in some ways has been off for a long time.  Those closest to me finally had enough.
It's one thing to look under someone else's hood and another to look under your own.  Trying to make some changes ...

Thanks for the read, comment and love Brenda ❤

Appreciate you

I am bad at picking at scabs. Definitely takes a while to heal then. ;)
"Only when raw did I feel better" Some of us feel the raw intensity in everything.
When someone gives you that power to hurt them deeply emotionally, it is not always obvious right away until you do. I know for me, if I hurt someone it usually hurts me more than them. And that can definitely be a prison of emotions with a torture chamber that causes emotional pain. Some people need conflict for motivation, and that comes in many forms. I suppose bullying is the lowest form of that but that's another topic. Other forms of conflict help to move a relationship forward and help it grow learning about each other and acknowledging where there are problems and working on those things. While also realizing just how much power you have which in a way comes with some responsibility in maintaining that trust, openness, and dropping of someone's guard to experience things you can't otherwise...

There is a lot to unwrap in this one, certainly more to it. Love the title.

This is really a complete response to a lot of issues I have rolling around in my head.  It's hard to explain a lot of it publicly but unless I put it out there as a public statement, it would have stayed in my mind prison.  Often in relationships where people feel a lot things, some of it is blatant and out there in full view but other darker secrets fly under the radar.  As a result you keep repeating what you've always done until someone calls you on it.  I've been called and there's no hiding now.  

Appreciate such a thoughtful and serious response

Thx Kx

It’s always refreshing to hear the male respective.
Men are solvers.  Often we want problems solved fast so we can go on to the next life thing.  But it’s not that easy with your mate often.  Status quo doesn’t cut it and then the wheels come off.  I made a few changes recently.  It’s like going through an inspection sometimes knowing it’s not all 100 percent and hoping to get a pass anyway.  Then told to do it over again.  Yin Yang and a couple of beers sometimes works just as well.
Appreciate your comment and RL Jay !

Wow. This is a wow write. Introspective. That artwork hurts, too. I wish I had words to express it all but I don't right now. Just want you to know that I feel it....
❤️❤️k

Kinda let it fly here.
Not my usual but thought I'd give it a try
I'm glad you like it
Wrote itself mostly but I'm not sure how ..

Thx
K
X

Listening to the song The First Cut is the Deepest.  You kill the ladies with Kindness and they might thank you with crazy sex.  Keep on writing.

I'm my own best friend right now .....

I have a cat that I don't want.  You can have it!   Pet it or kill it. Whatever helps you the most amigo!  
At least you write anger well!   I feel the tension inside you, pouring out into the words.

Animal lover, no killing.  I have trouble killing insects, uninvited but not their fault.

A lot of carbon build up here Styx.  I try to channel it but it gets to me often

Thx for the read and comment

Picking at scabs is a habit for many of us, making the healing process longer.
Intriguing piece Poet.
BIG LIKE.

It's the crunchy nature of a scab thats irresistible to me

I'm weird but maybe not alone

Thx Wally

I want the wounds of satisfaction... I want that wound to never heal... to be scratched with love again and again... Well image is awesome itself..

Yes
The image is very exciting to this animal.
Some women were made to be bound and used over and over again by Master's expertise with his submissive...

Upon first glance I thought it was the usual BDSM poem, but found a different view. You're right, having no filters does accrue a price no different than late payments on a credit card. After a while, you start to realize you're in debt.

I think we can all relate. Maybe in different ways with different weights, but we can all see that wake we left behind us.

Lately all I keep thinking about is needs and wants.  Sex vs. real intimacy.  I may post something on that topic if I can figure out how to address it.

Thx