Call me Flower

Hi Q here is a translation in German for you. I got it from babelfish.alt. Hope you like it. Das dunkle Wasser, das weiche weiße Blumenblätter reflektiert, nagte an durch phantastische Fische Fischphantasie vorbei auf abgenagter weißer weicher reflektierender Wasserdunkelheit der Blumenblätter ab

I have a friend who makes the most beautiful leather (of all types) floggers and such. I'm not sure if he travels out your way to conventions or not. I know he goes all over the country. The name of his company is Dark Gift. I have to contact him anyway for some things. I can't seem to find his website, but I do have contact info if you want. PM me and I will pass it on to you. I accually get all my stuff from him now, because it's the best I have found. All hand crafted, and well made. Oh yeah, he can slso do some custom work as well.

Claire, Did you know that poem is a very ancient Rune? You did a great job of writing it.

Do you want cow or sheep skin? I have a very nice one that's purple.

My Beloved Kink, oh sorry typo King, Thank you for wanting to invite my lot into the ULC fold. But that would be like inviting a herd or flock of Vampires into a sheep pen. Not pretty. Besides we love buying the zebra. We love the olde ways, paper or parchment in our "Hot" little hands.

My Beloved King, You didn't alienate me with this one. And if you ever did decide to publish, I'd buy a copy or two. I have friends who love this kind of stuff!

I like this one the best. They are all great , but this is the best.

Very nice!

Congratulations Theresa!!! I'm still sending best wishes your way.

That was really good!

I had to go back and make sure I didn't type "panties" in my post. Theresa you can wear what ever makes you happy luv!! Or our beloved King happy too.

Oh man, I can't get the image of the movie American Pie out of my head. The son asked his father what sex felt like? and the father said "like warm apple pie" The next thing you know, the son is on the counter defiling an apple pie.

But my beloved King, I belive the Void has a consciousness. It is not a complete blank to me. There is a music there and a presence. Well, if you manage to find the void, you just might find me there. It's my favorite hidding place.

"Next thing you know they'll be wanting to wear pants!" Quote from customer at Dickens Faire last year.

The Author of this volume has tallent, and a way with words. Her rhyme and prose is very elequent. Flower Poetic Critic for the Older Than Dirt Gazzette

I like the Twinkie bit. But I thought you meant you felt like you wanted to be gone forever.Like as in never to exist again kind of gone. That's what saddend me.

I know this one isn't very good, but it's meant from the heart! In search of a lonely place, the mountain I did climb The quiet and aloneness I did crave, to forget and be forgotten The top I did reach, peace at last my soul sang! Solitude I did not find, all of you were there to keep me company

Does that mean you are a fig newton of my imagration? Seriously, I liked the poem. But it saddens me to think you feel you are gone.

A hug for Claire There once was a Monster named Scarlet All red of scale and wing Tallons and eyes all flashing Dragon songs she did sing On this plain of Earth was born A box most marvolous All the Monsters did play With words of merryment and mirth The Monsters sing and dance The words flow like honeyed wines The dragon sings a song For one who shines so bright For Claire the song is sung Of love and joy she dost share!

Hey, I started calling it the Monster Box! But I was thinking about a giant sand box filled with Word Monsters. For you dear Claire The Monster Box The Monster Box is filled with grains of thoughts A place for Word Monsters to come and play Claire opened the Box for us to enjoy Grains of thoughts sift through our minds Sand castles, mud fights, dreams of things yet to come!

I know this one isn't very good, but here's to playing in Claire's monster box. Sweet words they glisten like tiny droplets from my lover's lips Harsh words they cut like silver daggers from my enemy's mouth The first words of a child so sweet and dear Momma Words they dance and play a golden tune of joy and love Words they sting and harm a violent rune fear

I third that motion. She writes wonderfully.