"For now we see through a glass, darkly."
1 Corinthians 13:12
We build bridges within our world. Our hands reach out to find that thing that will allow us to connect. Each strand gossamer. Every touch a test. Touch here. Release, look for reaction. Touch there. Repeated again and again.
Each one of us longing to be swept away in the tidal flood of emotion, to be bound by that hand that masters us. To be connected. Enslaved. One.
Have a lovely HNT.
See the man... Os
14 comments:
Oh yes... eternally bound to the hand that masters us... whether he be fact or fantasy!
Pan, or a little of both?
I think we all long for that perfection, however we find it.
Just one more button, one more. :-( Happy HNT!
Bt! LOL!
It's supoosed to be half nekkid remember? Need a trim?
Ahhh, tis beauty kileed the beast, and I'm feelin mighty beastly today! LOL
Nice pic and words...and thanks for your sympathies on my horrible week. This too shall pass... ;o)
'Til then, HHNT!
You volunteering? ;-)
Happy HNT
SSS, I love the shoes. I have a shoe fetish myself ;)
Sam, you are quite the beast!
I hope you're keeping warm. I saw all of that snow. Wow!
You are so cute!
P, I like to wear skirts. Or my old torn up blue jeans. Need a picture of my knee peeking through those!
Still enjoying my Colbert crush.. hehe
m_o_o_n, I can fully empathize sweetie. If you need a shoulder I'm here for you.
Bt, I am most certainly volunteering! You are a terrible tease sir. I may have to spank you before I trim you :)
regal, HHNT!
I love your kitty ;)
Meow
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