(Poetic) The sweet scent of longing lingers on your skin as I run my fingers up your biceps, intricately placing my hands at your shoulders. With a smile, you place a death grip at my waist. Kicking out your leg, we begin a waltz and I follow your lead, just like a ragdoll, with my… Continue reading Ragdoll
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ThOuGhTs Of SuIcIdCe
Thoughts of suicide run through my head and i dont know why i have my love from some one that i finally hear but it is not enough to save me from this hole in hell so i sit and cry for i cant bear it alone but no one will help me
SHUT UP!!!
Please shut up. Can’t you see that you are annoying me. Bitch shut the fuck up, you drive me insane, you fuck up my brain, while I am in pain. I don’t get no gain from the torture you cause, can’t you put your mouth on pause. I’d love to torture you the way you… Continue reading SHUT UP!!!
Loser-Poetry
Shadows depart from the darkness sending us back to our chambers walking, ascending from behind us facing our fears seems endless finding the answers from within our souls the silence is deafening timeless past makes our bodies grow old chilling words causes our eyes to get cold laughter echoes in our heads seeming everthing we… Continue reading Loser-Poetry
The Tease Part II
Rory savoured the sweetness of the feeling that was spreading around his body from his groin. Tali took his in hers an din the other, held the strawberries. She led him into the lounge, where she lay him down on the black, leather sofa, standing behind him, she wrapped a blindfold around his eyes, this… Continue reading The Tease Part II
Shame of Secrets
I stared into his eyes for hours. I would imagine them Changing from the dreary gray they were, into the deep green that were her eyes. He stared and questioned me, “Why is it that you stare into my eyes the way you do?”
The Trainer
“I’ve just about had it with you, Cassie,” Michael said evenly, “now get the fuck in the kitchen and make me some supper, and I mean right now!” Cassie looked over at her husband of three years, and with a shrug of her shoulders she replied, “If you want something to eat, go make it… Continue reading The Trainer
In The Bedroom (Net Friends part 4)
Once we had freed his arms from his shirt, I moved higher up his body to straddle his chest. I took hold of his hands and interlocked my fingers with his, he smiled, still with his eyes closed, I pinned his hands to the bed, leaned in close and kissed the corner of his mouth,… Continue reading In The Bedroom (Net Friends part 4)
each morning
I can’t help but gaze at you; I can see that you’re staring off into infinite space You’re looking out the window Your head is resting on the pane
Always mine
She traced her fingers over her lips, remembering how he felt, how he tasted. But all she tasted now was the sharp salt of her fingers, and the bitter flavour of resent. He was Sarah’s. But that would never have lasted. It was only fair that she should end things herself. She wouldn’t have wanted… Continue reading Always mine