To M and Erica

I know it's not them on the picture. Read the damn post, will you?

Trusting her body and soul

Body heals, soul, not so much

Life's taking unfair toll

Out of reach, not out of touch

Fond memories of Shadow Lane

Forever cast into living on

Silly crazy, or safe and sane

Humming into oblivion

Poking without fear

First got her attention with scorn

Please do not disappear

The rarest of unicorns

Pain's easy, words make me weep

Of firm hand and of gentle heart

Yielded masterfully belt or whip

May your hand will never gets smart

Taking care of the one you love

Loyal achingly yang to her yin

I can't help, only cry or laugh

With a hope that good karma wins

I'm honestly weeping as I'm writing this post... Sorry for butchering otherwise beautiful picture, will give you the link to the original in a sec. 

You know when it comes to pictures, my blog is ridiculously pg rated, yeah, flowers, macarons, and silly t-shirts. Not so much with words, just in the previous post, was discussing with Kathryn the merits of saying cock versus dick and Izzie getting spanked for using the latter. You can weigh in in the comments, whichever of two you prefer. 

It all started with this picture. For the original picture please go to Nora's blog: https://ourmarriageanddomesticdiscipline.wordpress.com/2023/01/05/his-discipline-nsfw-18-spanking-fiction/

I loved the story and the picture so much that I mentioned it to Erica, she said it’s a famous photo. Read original Erica's post here:

https://ericalscott.wordpress.com/2023/02/02/some-words-about-pictures/

Hi Erica, as I was reading your post, i was thinking of one particular picture with plenty of hands, both hands, rolled up sleeves of the white dress shirt (sic!), and most of all, plenty of tenderness. This picture pushed all the right and wrong buttons for me. I’m usually all about the words, but this picture just did it for me.

Sore — you have good taste; that is a very popular photo. It’s a small world; I know both of them. That’s Ralph Marvell and Samantha Woodley, and the still is from a Shadow Lane video. I believe it was called Older Men with Younger Wives, or something along that line.

And then I wrote a poem inspired by that picture called Thick Brown Leather:

https://soreismore.blogspot.com/2023/02/thick-brown-leather.html which both Erica and Nora loved.

But enough about my shit, what happened next is that Erica wrote the most heartbreaking, sweetest post about M: https://ericalscott.wordpress.com/2023/03/10/for-my-friend/

I sat there helplessly and cried and thought about that picture again. And then I wrote a poem about M and Erica that you've already read, because that's the only thing I can do. That's all. 

Now scroll up and read it again!