I am alone.

Alone in a crowd, with a man inside of me, bathed in the bright light of morning.

Alone beside a chatting friend, next to my mother, across from the velvet couch.

Alone behind the panting dog, buried beneath my troubles, alongside my half empty glass.

Alone atop my life and in my bed.

Alone with myself.


Sinful Sunday

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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14 thoughts on “I am alone.
  1. That’s my space too. So. I can tell you that it makes you freer than you ever thought possible. Free to be you.

  2. That is a very beautiful image. It helps, as I know only too well, when the model is beautiful, but I’m also talking about the elegance of the photo.

    Applause and plaudits!

  3. There is POWER in (accepting) being alone with oneself.
    We ALL need to have some “alone time”, where we can focus on Just Being Ourselves.
    (Mommy-duties with Peyton & pets notwithstanding.) ;)

    YOU, dear Hy, have shared much of what you’ve been through.
    And the FACT is, You’re Still Here!
    So, please, whilst your poetry was certainly “inspired”, please take a moment to (re-?)visit [listen to] THIS piece of poetry, for some “other” inspiration:


    Much Love,

    Chris D.

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