TimePosted: July 14, 2014
It is the strangest thing,
dievca has never experienced this with anyone else.
It doesn’t matter what Master and dievca are doing:
making dinner, cleaning house, relaxing, playing, working, taking a shower, whatever.
Either Master or dievca will glance at a clock
and time has flown on.
It is beautiful.
No counting the hours.
It is dangerous.
Losing a schedule.
Then, thrown out of the mists in a jarring manner.
The desire to stay and lose time is an aphrodisiac.
But, it is not always possible to indulge.
So, dievca will treasure the loss of time with Her Master.
The quote above is a paraphrase, but I love the sentiment.
Here is the poem from which it was gleaned and it’s original meaning:
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
by Walt Whitman
Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met
there who detain’d me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.