I am huge tattoo fan. I have tattoos on my body for all of the important people in my life. And appropriately, I think, I have several that represent Sir and my relationship with him. For our five-year wedding anniversary, he bought me a tattoo of calla lilies on my neck (we had them at our wedding). And, as I head back to get touch ups done on my newest piece, I have been reflecting on it’s importance.
A few years ago I was having a terrible day at work. I can’t remember why now, but I emailed Sir to tell him how bad my day was going. This is what he replied with:
Subject: I desire you
Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
I immediately loved it. I had never heard this piece before, nor did I have any idea who Samuel Taylor Coleridge was. But it spoke to me. I know that sounds cheesy, but it did. And knowing that Sir felt that way about me got through the rest of my bad day, and several more since.
So when Sir and I talked about a large tattoo piece for my back to represent this shift in our relationship, this poem came to mind immediately. BDSM and my commitment to Sir has become my desire. Obviously I desire Sir sexually. But I also constantly crave his direction and his praise. When he gives me an order and I can jump and instantly make his day better, it’s such a calming experience.
I desire the kink. I love Sir. It’s odd to me how those two words are not necessarily synonymous anymore. That isn’t to say that their not connected.
My tattoo artist, who is amazing (by the way), did a great job with my inspiration and helped me to show my true desire for Sir and TTWD. His hand pressing down on my back between the words is how we live. Him controlling my desire in every way.
Read about others’ desires and share your own for this week’s Wicked Wednesday.