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No More Haunting~
03:05 Mar 31 2010
Times Read: 554

A ghost? a memory? a wanton desire?

A dark fantasy created through some pact now all but forgotten

what are you ? why are you ?

what do you want from me

why do you haunt me

under flesh i feel the gentle play of my soul

as a master/maestro commands his orchestra with the mere rise and fall of his hands

something of you commands me..tugs at my desires my thoughts

i see the vapor of your image out of the corner of my eye

head down deep in thought i am suddenly brought to chills

by your touch on my skin but your not there...

is this preview of whats to come a sort of premonition in a glimpse

or recall to something long past..

something not to be but never quite given up on

breathing in i can smell the dark warm spice of you

feel your teeth at my neck fingers applying pressure as they wrap around my throat but still nothing, no one

a demon that steals in through the night stroking caressing beckoning me "come, cum" whispering at my ear of his hunger while i sleep telling me only i can sate him..

mid sleep i feel the heat of flesh to my skin words echoing in the dark but still no one

why do you haunt me

no hand no touch no kiss no grasp no deed done..

i begin to wonder it is all just a trick of my own psyche..

but no, the words your scent not of my creation

somewhere out there real, you choose to keep a distance..

to only connect in this dark but ethereal form

teasing me taunting me drawing me close to nothing tangible

well no more i cry in a sweat in the dark

desperate desire making me call out to the shadows thrown across my walls

obviously it is your game to play

but now i claim a rule

at stake my very soul

i call out

either take me or leave me become real or dissipate

but no more i say out loud, as much conviction as i can draw upon

no more haunting

On being a woman~
17:52 Mar 30 2010
Times Read: 569

was just asked today very innocently i might add what is so great about being a woman...and though it is only my view point i can express after thinking on it well and deep this is my response



I love being a woman i love my every curve mound dimple and valley

i love that for the most just by being me it seems to draw out the chivalrous side of Man

i love the softness of my skin the gentle grace of how a woman walks moves talks and just breathes

that my honest femininity with no tricks applied can urge a man to find his inner poet

(Not me in particular but women in general..)

the license we are given to stand strong one second and fall into a soft puddle of love the next.

we are allowed to freely touch kiss hug cuddle and cry at any given moment without being thought any less of

i love that being who i am draws the care from those i look up to and a desire to want to protect

i love my simple pleasures my oils and perfumes my silks satins velvets and lace...

i love that i am not expected to be ready in a second but knowing i damn well can

i love that being female allows me the freedom for true and deep introspection

that with the slightest movement or whisper i can create desire

(again not just me but women in general..)

we are remarkable creatures

with all our strength we can freely chose to give ourselves over completely to the one we deem capable of handling it

and inside of this woman is the ability to carry life

i love being a woman

An early morning~
14:42 Mar 30 2010
Times Read: 575

she wakes today with music in her head...

pads naked into the kitchen gets the coffee going..

she smiles as she clears the coffee table of its small clutters..

channel changers, candle holders, mail and her glasses..

she finds the song that was playing in her head on her computer

and turns up the speakers as it begins to play

she is me..

i smile bare feet finding my ground on the table top

as the music starts i begin my dance.....

The Song :Matt Nathanson "Come on Get Higher"

humming and singing parts "I miss the still of the silence, As you breathe out and I breathe in....

If I could walk on water if I can tell you what’s next

Make you believe, make you forget..."

dancing, turning, hips swaying, hands traveling, roaming, eyes closed, head back.

soft smile on my face it feels good thinking *i need to do this again more often i used to dance here every morning but my little ritual got lost for a bit..... mmmmmm love this part*

hips sway again sings softly "I miss the pull of your heart, I can taste the sparks on your tongue

I see angels and devils And God, when you..... come"

smiles dancing singing a bit louder..." Come on, get higher, loosen my lips. Faith and desire in the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard and drown me in love...."

as the song ends smiling i step down off the table

still barefoot i pad into the kitchen smile never fading,

still humming the song hearing the first lines that woke me this morning "I miss the sound of your voice I miss the rush of your skin"

as i sit down at my desk with my coffee i think to myself

*that felt good i am going to have to do that more often again*

sips, smiling still and starts to type...

Early Morning Quiet~
12:01 Mar 30 2010
Times Read: 578

Sitting here in the very early morning quiet

Seeing the stillness of all the world around

My soul is at odds with this calm about me

There is an energy inside of me these days

A constant hum that reverberates deep down to my core

Even in the stillness here my spirit is in movement

It’s that need for growth it awakens me calls me

That hunger mixed with desire makes my mouth water

it ups the amps of my heartbeat

pupils dilate my breathing increases slightly,

skin tingles to even the barest breeze

it seems it is that time in the season of my life again,

where the animal awakens

i am a complex little beast.....

Woman, child, wild one….

Sensitive to a fault and yet… hunger awakened, and i have a tunnel vision never before seen

Every cell of me, greedy to fulfill to satisfy all the want building inside.

Thoughts of nothing but that perfect satisfaction…

dare i even admit it now

Yes i must to purge, to be open and honest..

for it is close at hand

Somehow i know this, i feel it can almost taste it…licking my lips

It is coming to fruition and is part why the changes were made

i heeded the call traveled to the East and am ready

A destiny written so many lifetimes ago now brought full circle

The wild one has recall of it

The woman awaits in anticipation, body ripe and ready for it

The little one can hardly contain the excitement sensing only the coming of a great event

Once again everything is so much more vibrant,

Colors brilliant, scents intoxicating, sounds alluring, tastes captivating….

All beginning to draw me in all of me preparing to be brought out…

The gift to give to and to be given…

the dance of seduction swaying rolling music is made from the sound

When i try very hard to still myself i can hear it….

A pulsing and deep rich far off hum…..

That sound of the higher part of me ….

as it strengthens and draws near bringing me face to face with my destiny

sitting here in the very early morning quiet

my soul at odds with this restless erotic anguish i am feeling

but deep down in side i know it is right and i am ready

i just need be patient and wait

So here i sit stand pace crouch lay toss await

in the very early morning quiet

i wait~

When He finds Me~
22:41 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 607

when he finds me....

my face in his hands,

my heart held in his palm,

my life in his care

i will whisper to him my plea

take me as your slave, by giving me the wings to soar

and the freedom to be at all you desire

allow me to feel i have saved you

as i fall helpless into your arms

as i surrender me to us

be strong enough, to let down your guard for me

show me strength in your gentlest command

build me up and let your praise be my collar

my respect for you will allow me to call you Sir,

My Master, King of my heart.

Give me your trust so mine will grow fervently strong

Blindly i will see you as my all, my one, The One

completely i will give myself

girl woman slave gift property

knowing in your hands in your sight

in your heart i am most treasured perfectly cherished

and properly used

to be owned by you from my sheer will in wanting to be.... yours

on my knees, under your weight, oover you lap, at your side

bound to you by all i see of me in your eyes

given to you by my own passion and desire to please

tears of release for joyous abandon

stream down mixing with my desire for you

A crystalyne proof of my need for your presence

all of my strength in a simple move, to my knees at your side

my gift my complete subjugation to your will over me

i will come to you

my face in your hands

my heart in your palm

my life in your care

i will whisper to you

i am yours.............



when you find me~

A Muse~
22:39 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 608

In my very humble opinion i think we all have it in us to inspire as well as be inspired

as beauty and grace are (so very thankfully) truly in the eye of the beholder

When we are held in a high and cherished regard our mystique blooms like the most aromatic flower in existence and if the feelings are strong the seductive pull becomes even stronger.. creating in one a perfect muse as we are admired we open slowly our souls petals.

We stretch out so elegantly our arms our hearts our bodies and our souls to the atmosphere and we are creation!

A perfume, a pheromone secretes from every pore so strong it can cross internet oceans even permeate through cable wire screen ether ..air..

to its needing beneficiary....

The muse must to be inspired by the need of, the desires of a one, to then fully bloom into being the true gift of inspiration that is a Muse

it is the symbiotic chain at its best...

so in closing let me just say when i pontificate

or boast on being a muse,

it comes so much less from my own bragging as it does from the hopefully well given and even more so well deserved compliments i give to those that constantly inspire me to do so

to inspire

to be

Muse~

Sometimes~
22:38 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 609

Sometimes you feel all fresh and mint

cherry and brand spanking new about yourself...

about your world your life

you are the fountain of youth and yes even still a bit naive as well..

but ahh well that's a part of your charm now isn't it.....

sometimes you shine sparkling like the most brilliant star in the solar system Glowing blazing on fire, passions fires bubbling inside of you

Sometimes so just under the surface just aching to come out an play

hidden like a late day shadow needing his ~just right light~ to catch on your form to make you glow

sometimes, oh, the life of the party.. everyone's favorite, belle of the ball

Your stage is the world and so you dance, table top across galaxies in its warm rich golden spotlight

a wanderer at times, a nomad feeling alone the Isolated island in the vast human ocean... meek gentle sometimes soft quiet unsure of your own strength.. shh shhh don't say, just let it go ....

sometimes, your the Fortress Of F*cking Solitude THEE Grand Ancient solid Moorish Castle,

stone mortar blood and bones that stood centuries,

withstood all the revelations, summations, castrations, indignation's, associations, resuscitation, secret relations, and lies..

stood strong defeating day and night defeating time and nature

man and beast and the beast in the man as well

yes that is you....

*stands a bit taller*

but,

sometimes......

every now and again alone in the setting of the sun

you so desire to let down your draw bridge...relinquish your command

become prisoner to your desire

the slave to a strong caring yet entranced master

The Goddess Chained

sometimes... to give in, out, up to your hungers....

step down off your throne, drop your robes,

drop naked to your knees

feeling the cool stone of your soul/sole sanctuary

sometimes, most times, you want to give it all up for something more,

something bigger than just you

someone to stand above and beside you

to command you and cherish you

sometimes you want to be taken by force because his desire is too strong to think to ask because your desire is too strong to want him to ask

sometimes you need to feel that hand at your throat, grasping your hair, imposing all his lust on your body

sometimes you want to be, need to be just that,

the vessel for his want for his desire for his need...

sometimes, that is all you need

Then to be held cradled caressed cared for and Loved....

because always, in all ways you want to Feel

want to be sensation, need, life, sex, desire, energy, ALL....

and sometimes when you're all alone in the setting of the sun

you want to give in....

*head back, eyes closed, deep breath, sigh released*

confesssssss yessssssssssssssssss

Sometimes~

Dont Kiss Me Today~~
21:10 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 612

Couldn’t sleep last night was up and restless

Thinking about you

No, selfishly thinking about me and how you will make me feel

Thinking about your lips and how much I want you to kiss me……everywhere

Morning comes

Before eyes even open my arms stretched across my cool soft sheets searching for you

I had thought on you so long and hard all night I had forgotten you weren’t actually there

But oh god the thought … your lips soft yet insistent on my skin

lips to my still shut eyelids hinting at where they will go in a whisper on my closed eyes

nose feeling your mouth each cheek I am laying there already feeling the passion building from this simple act …my ears first one then the other

feeling the warmth the soft dewiness of your mouth as you whisper the sexiest of nothings inside each

again revisiting cheekbone cheekbone to chin my lips wanting waiting eyes still closed like a child awaiting a surprise treat smile on my face

your lips to mine and I am wet….

At this soft touch both lips begin to spread to except you wanting you

You tongue across my lips and teeth my tongue reaches out for yours

You tease me with just the tip then pull it back

Lips to my neck there taking and worshipping the flesh under its rest

The heat from your lips to my neck travels down to a secret spot just between my thighs

Rolling around this morning in my bed under my merlot colored soft fluffy duvet

Wrapped nude in my favorite antique gold colored

well worn and perfectly butter soft sheets I am imagining your lips

now at my chest slowly they travel the flesh over my heart

Each nipple awakens in anticipation of you there

as you at first one light lick then your wonderful warm breath on each

then teeth lightly grazing making each grow even that much larger

I am breathing very deeply quite heavily all from your lips

all from the thought of your lips

Now they have tasted each cherry atop my chest

and made each ache so wonderfully with desire they continue on their journey down

over ribs across tummy again those beautiful butterflies of passion take flight beating their wings to my flesh trying to reach your lips

to my hips each little bump a terrain your lips travel so well

belly button your lips stop tongue dips in like a traveler resting at a lake during a long hot trek

I am on fire at the thought of you from your lips and all they have brought me

All I desire from them my hands have grazed my body

from eyes across throat down over breast and stomach and as I reach between my legs I feel all the wetness my desire for your lips has created…

as fingers are soaked from my lust for you I think of your kiss

fingers dive into the pool of need my imagination has created for you

sweet warm deep scent of me fills the air all at the thought of your lips

your wonderful talented perfectly created mouth

finger stroke and stoke .. bud awakens so tender to the touch so ready to be caressed

fingers glide and touch and rub and probe and stroke again and again dipping in feeling the warmth the heat feeling how I respond how I close in around to hold to keep

everything is building in me….

I roll over ass in the air chest to the cool bed breathing so heavy

Fingers still playing and wetter with each heartbeat

As my hands explore the need your lips have created my body and mind make a decision

Today .. I don’t want you to kiss me not your lips today

No for now I don’t want you to kiss me at least not yet for now my lover

Grab my throat my hair grab my ass pull me to you and just fuck me

We can talk of kissing later

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmorning love~

Breathe~
21:00 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 615

Breathe





All in a breath… a life can be changed…

In a breath you can fall in like in lust in love

In a breath something or someone important can be lost or found

In a breath your day your week your world can be completely changed

That breath is so much more important than you knew

Head down inhale head rises shoulders chest up face towards the sky and exhale……

The air you take in is what helps to sustain you

The desire to continue breathe… so much so it is done without thought…

Try thinking about it breathing then not .. the breathing part is easy

The not… not so much so…

Lungs expand and you can feel so much as you breathe..

Try it

Take a moment from your day now.. head back eyes closed…

Focus on your breathing

In deeply, filling lungs, feeling how it touches and effects every part of you..

Focus feel it.. feel how it fuels the blood through your body

Propels the pumping of your heart

A breath shallow and fast or deep and long can create passion deep inside of you

On that breath the heat of desire travels through your veins …

Makes you hunger makes you desire

And

In that breath you can pass all that on

as you get so close lips not even a whisper away

that very breath that has awakened you passion

Transported across your lips to the ones waiting in a blink or less

that breath given ignites and carries init the passion from you to them

and as they breathe you in …in that eternal breath you connect…

to breathe is air its oxygen and carbon dioxide and it is everywhere

it is eternal

so in that kiss that breathe just before you give an eternal gift

and it is given back

see we don’t think about it often but it means so very much

so just for this moment

honor yourself and again

head back eyes closed

feel it all

as you

Breathe~

My Gift to You~
19:28 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 619

My gift

To give you love is the simplest thing for me..

it is without thought or effort that I can do this it is automatic its the tides the sunrise, or sunset its life and death its heart beating and breathing as long as i live, it happens.

I want so to give you what you give me, though somehow, I feel its just beyond my grasp.

Difficult to understand, to accept the lack of possibility...ability for me.

A dream

A Dream is the gift I wish with all my heart to give you. Wrap you in loves arms kissing your eyes closed feeling your steady deep breathing against me as you sail across the waters of slumber. Resting, retreating for abit from being the warrior, the one fighting the fight daily hourly of life and just being who you are. Like floating, to have you lay back wrapped in the warmth of my sea of love..your body weightless not an ounce of the days pressures on you. Buoyant, light, at peace with yourself, with life, with everything. Recouping, rebuilding, fortifying your mind, body and soul.

To give you this would be a gift to me as well. Giving you this gift would be the smallest beginning of repaying all you give to me. I'd wrap you in the soft dark velvet blanket of the heavens new born stars to gently light your face for me to see as you rest ...sleep...slumber.

I'd hold you, caress you, protect you as you drifted~

euphoric to give you this time this refuge...

this precious gift..

My sweet, my love, let your eyes close softly exhale release yourself from the responsibilities of the day sail off to slumber I am here arms open to take you into them.. sleep...

this would be the greatest gift for me to be able to give ..Knowing its so needed so sought after so elusive for you...

so my wish is my gift to you and the gift is your wish..

my love accept the gift, give me this joy in giving to you...

lay back close your beautiful tired eyes breath in deeply relax each limb each muscle every bone in your body feel weightless kisses from dreams across your skin as you float drift exhale.....

sleep

my gift to you if I could

Currently listening: These Dreams Heart's Greatest Hits By Heart



***this was written for my son as he was born at 23 weeks and was in NICU for 5 months with tubes needles and IV's everywhere possible

sleep was what he needed to grow and heal and live but sleep was a thing that would elude him often then...until i could finally hold him to my chest and sing him to sleep~

She is Strong~
16:04 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 627




She is strong, stronger than so many



In her submission to his shadow



She bows, not out of duty or threat



But because she has found her place



She shows her independence in a world out there



Responsible to herself and her well being



A life her own on her own terms



With no apologies nor regrets



But with him and in his presence



She allows herself to open up



Like a beautiful flower to his light



Tended by a gardener who brings her to life anew



And, as if in balance, she is his animal



Primal and raw and needing to be restrained



And to be trained in the harshest way



When she is weak he is her pillar



When she needs deeds he is there



She need not ask for he knows her best



And wordlessly shows her all she needs





~i can fight my own battles and take care of myself



i will stand up to any challenge



i do not run in fear from anyone



i have already walked through many of my own hells



and lived to use the knowledge to do better next time



i am confident in myself



i am sensual i am sexy i am desired



i could have my choice of mates and i chose Him



in my honor of him and coming from my strength



i drop to my knees before him to show him and to show all



in my eyes he is King and because i have never seen a better man



to him there is no equal so i offer him all that i am as a gift



my strength my pride my honor all laid out before him on my knees



for him and only him i willingly submit~

Sometimes~
15:58 Mar 29 2010
Times Read: 628

Sometimes I wanna run, wanna be the wild one I am, wanna be free.....

But sometimes I need to be held down.

Nice leather restraints about my wrists and ankles.

That feeling of being held.. almost secure, and somehow safe.

Held down held up held in allows me to give out give up give over.

And even more of the wild one inside is released…

Silken rope placed with care though firmly in all the right places

Allows me to be set free

Sometimes to feel the littlest bits of soft leather kissing just right my sensitive flesh

Is the most gentle sweetest thing I can feel … a caress with each flick

As gentle as tender as a lover lips yet the heat lasts that much longer…

Soft dark material covering eyes allows your insight to go that much further

By not seeing, you are more at ease to feel your way through, to respond to what you feel.

All senses are heightened and somehow through this process you are lifted up

Lifted up mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Yes sometimes I need to be tied down..

Set free mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes

Sometimes I need to be.....

Bound~

Masterpiece in the making~
17:50 Mar 28 2010
Times Read: 636

Each day I stumble …

Every date as it moves from one to the next on the calendar I am sure mistakes are made

Or at least seen as so by me by some im sure, we all do.

Funny thing at our most basic we are all the same really

All made of flesh n bone and blood all have a brain and a heart that keeps us going

And yet

In a most brilliant way we are all uniquely different….each and every one of us.

Even identical twins arent always having the exact same thoughts

hearts aren’t beating at the exact same time, each breath isnt always in sync.

So in saying, that we are each individuals and unique we must admit as well,

we are all special….

We are each a never ending work or art.

Each day each moment we are chiseling away another little bit here,

adding in a little bit more of who we are there.

Molding the form that we are growing to be,

and each eye that looks upon us will see a different facet of what makes us who we are

each observer granted a different viewpoint to help them to grow as well..

Truly we are all gifts to each other.. no other person can be exactly who you are

and have been to everyone you have touched in your life..

Only you could have told that joke in that way on that day to make that sad friend smile.

Only you could have so simply stuck your foot in your mouth

to make someone else look better or feel better about themselves.

Only you chose that one outfit to wear that day that made sooo many say “Really?”

No one but you could have made that certain person stop for a split second

and take notice that yes you were there,

helping them to grow in who they are as well.

There is sooooo much beauty in you, in how you can smile when your down.

How you can care about someone you seem to know nothing about.

How you can take the time to give the simplest words of encouragement

to someone that might just help to change their lives.

How just by being here you change lives

Some more actively than others no doubt

But all that come in contact with you directly or indirectly

will be changed affected or touched

and in that, consciously or otherwise will be appreciating the beauty that is you

just as you will do with them.

For each and every person here is the artist helping each of us to grow …

Each has their hand in the clay that creates us

and we are all

A Masterpiece in the Making

(inspired by paige~)

The Hunger~
00:08 Mar 28 2010
Times Read: 656

I awaken senses sharp and I am hungry

Not so this night for the blood of humans

The hunger that drives me tonight is of a deeper more primal nature than even that

Tonight passions needs have awoken me

The flesh about my bones usually smooth and cool to the touch as alabaster

Tonight feels as if it is on fire, vibrations tease my skin… thoughts even effect it

Each fine hair feels every breeze on it and it is the sweetest agony

There is something in the air, but this one feels it more than smells it

I who easily bend humans to my will taking them often without remorse

And in that always stand above… tonight, need to know the feel of being beneath

Tonight I need to be the prey but not for the blood I might have (even though borrowed)

No tonight’s prey for passion for pleasure for animal primal needs to mate to be taken

Yes tonight I feel the need to show submission to one stronger to my alpha

To give honor with my body to him and give of my lust to him

Taking his and merging our desire

Mixed needs of the dance to breed and the battle to conquer

Tearing clawing biting bending lowering conceding giving

and in being taken

Release

Tonight I care not to sink my teeth into human flesh even if this is what I truly need

Tonight my body needs to taste the flesh of my kind on my tongue

My lips to his unyielding skin feeling not his heartbeat at his jugular

As I enjoy with my victims briefly before that bite

But feeling the power of his neck the muscles so well developed for the fight

The scent of his power as it comes forth from him the sharp sting as his points sink in

The hunger I evoke from this beast this perfect creator and his need to devour me

Yet not leave me for dead but take me to the brink and then share with me

Intermingle what is my essence with what is his

And then he has me….

I bend to his strength his desire I give myself over to his huger his need

And in this dark act only in this way can this burning want in me tonight be quenched

Yes tonight I have awoken with a dark and dangerous hunger….

Without even a moon tonight to guide me my need driving me, off I go

The hunger must be sated

The Battle was on~
23:35 Mar 27 2010
Times Read: 663

It has been ages … desire trapped, buried so deeply inside

Thinking it dead, but no mourning, no service in remembrance

As was her childhood her innocence lost like a leaf on the winters winds

Not to be cried over not to be even a memory missed ….

Little did the girl know, not dead this precious bud but only hidden away

Safely tucked under the dark soft blanket of her heart guarded protected

From all from any ..from herself even

Ages she traveled, miles she crossed…so many ready to try and prove

So many ready to be the one to touch to taste to take and mold this girl

None though having it… having that something that intangible something

She didn’t know it didn’t even sense it was needed until she one day began to seek

As if hearing a distant call faint far far off and yet deep inside her as well

she began her search

Something inside her a hunger years seemingly lifetimes asleep had been awakened

She began to search …trials and tribulations many wrong choices

though each teaching her more, clearing her inner vision as to what her soul was seeking

it felt like the fine vibration of a tuning fork once rung to pitch its frequency inside of her

ringing out to the hand that could claim in calm it make it ring be in tune…

some days it was like a high pitch sounding in her brain to make her feel as though she might go mad from it

others laid back heat rising deep inside her it was a vibration to concentrate on

bringing the heartbeat so strong to the sensitive part of her and soothe and enflame her

each day a desire was growing…the bud so carefully locked away had found root

and was growing strong inside the girl now a woman.. this desire was animal but newly born its hunger though fierce was still to start timid .. but there was a scent

the animal desire inside could smell it, sense it, felt it out there no matter how far off

it drove her on to search .. infusing through her body she starting feeling the hunger

not understanding what it was she searched .. went on instincts, began to trust her body

her reactions and what the voice inside her seems to scream out at time

it is a man you seek

not just a man any boy at an age is called a man but what you need is your mate

your alpha the one that has the heart of the lion in a man

the one that has the hunger primal as you do and can teach and take you ….

One that has the strength to fight but the mind to know when holding the flame close

Is the best way to protect it

He is dark enough to want to lead her there but with a conscience for her care

The strength to hold her down when her old fears call her to flee

and a gentleness of heart to hand to calm her and call her out of her nightmares

walking her through the demons that dance inside her showing her he is there

she is safe

so she searches … one ..him scent maybe stature possible but breathing in …

no it is not there it is missing in this one

again kind this one but too kind giving no growth to the faith he can fight the demons

no it is not here it is again and still missing…

she begins to doubt, wonders if its too high an ideal she has created

then she wonders if it was done on purpose so she wouldn’t have to stretch

wouldn’t feel the desire or the need to grow for someone

again the mist rises the protection from the outside mind moral both taking hold

inside head back throat open the wild one cries out for her not to let go

not to give up hope and makes itself stronger

this fight wearing her down but the desire growing stronger

fire raging inside protective mist surrounding her

a war for her soul was being waged ….

Fear was strong in her but so was the wanting…

Caught up in the whirlwind of right and wrong thought and feelings

Light and dark she is dizzy from the confusion and stumbles back

suddenly from out of no where arms catch her before she falls…instantly it feels right…

Without even seeing she breathes him in… his scent setting every vein on fire

Her body feeling like an inferno..

in her ear “take care what you do girl you might get hurt”

the voice striking immediately the tuning fork inside of her making it ring and vibrate with such strength her whole body was at once reverberating with great force

its him… her whole body cried out ..its him he is the one

Master mentor teacher taker lover leader father friend

It is HIM

The roots to the bud of her desires grew strengthened thickened

the little wild thing inside whined and growled and shook in excitement

demand and desire celebrated for they knew there release was at hand ..

but mind manner and moral would not give up that easily

desire had tasted the nectar of the man the hunger primal had awoken in full force

he was here

fear was on alert

and

the battle was on…..

There is a man i desire~
23:32 Mar 27 2010
Times Read: 665

There is a man I desire

He stands tall and proud

He is confident in himself and who he is and what he has to offer.

He is alpha but one that is unafraid to serve

Knowing in himself being gentle sometimes, makes him no less man

He knows that even on his knees, his face in my lap or to my breast,

he is still the one in control of me and my desire.

He is patient with my fears but knows how to push me.

He holds me in his arms and makes me feel safe.

Even restrained I feel safe in his presence

He is both light and dark and shows me its ok to be so myself.

He knows his voice can both calm and inflame my soul

His hands can soothe me and make me crawl

His mouth lips tongue teeth all bring me to points of comfort and craze

I drown a little in his kiss each time our lips meet

Under his weight I am both the little girl who needs to be protected

And the woman that needs to be taken

Cradled in his arms I am safe

When he is near and I breathe him in my body aches for his

When apart all I need do is remember his touch his taste his scent

and I am wet and heated with my need for him

he never has judgment of me but helps me to see who I am and grow

my passion for him grows with each minute I exist

I relive every amazing minute we spend and it makes me desire him anew

primal he makes me animal he takes me

and all else disappears when I am in his arms

his skin so close I drool to taste him…

in his eyes I am the perfect goddess, woman, child, slut.

As he adores me and craves me, my need for him grows

and my want to be better, to be more for him, blooms like a perfect flower.

He is my addiction, each moment with him he is stronger in my veins.

Each touch and my need increases to the point that I see nothing else, just him..

His touch his desire his want for me making my desire my need

my addiction for him explode to and even greater height.

When I see him before me, all he is to me, all he sees in me,

all he brings out in me takes my breath away, makes my heart beat faster to please him.

as I see him so close just a blink away

I know… I show desire

This is the man I desire

I will wait~
21:41 Mar 27 2010
Times Read: 672

I will wait!

Current mood: creative

It's morning early morning as my eyes begin to open

and my limbs begin to move.

Sliding wantonly across the cool soft sheets searching

fingertips grab the sheet and I let out a silent cry into the mattress.Nothing none just cool sheet wrinkles and your scent.

Gone again, again! How do you do it? Just take me then leave me like, like what, what don't you want more than me in the morning. Or in the middle darkest parts of the night is that when you regain your strength to leave me once again.

your like a force of nature. as night comes you roll in all soft and soothing sexy saying all the right sonnets of love and lust into my ears breathing your spell on my neck my back my thighs until, yes...my whole body unfolds for you and says yes take me taste me fill me ...I give!

sensing your reward you crawl upward to the temple..and oh yes there you do worship and pray and give thanks to me your true religion. You’re now overcome, roles reversed, you under my spell. Even with eyes closed I can hear you, smell me in, feel your hands tracing my body slowly as if being satisfied by just this touch but knowing all the while you need more. You say it over and over under your breath, don't you know I hear you.

For hours we are one desires minds bodies melting blending bleeding into one and other. nothing else exists no sound no people no world just you and I here. Sometimes as you kneel before me praying your prayers deep into me. I steal just a second to hope that this time you'll stay. That I'll awaken after being being drugged to sleep by your passion and find you stayed..

and some day lover you'll know the truth

It takes more of a man to stay than it does to run...

but for now I guess there is still the night ..every night you come on your knees to worship

I wait like your goddess, I wait, watching, and always, take you in.

someday

you'll learn.



Currently listening: Goddess in the Doorway By Mick Jagger Release date: By 20 November, 2001

Deep Breath~
21:37 Mar 27 2010
Times Read: 674

Deep Breath

catches slightly, painfully in my chest

On fire again at the thought of your touch

the possibility, the dream

I close my eyes at night

just to see your face, feel your touch

on fire again... your lips on my skin

awake I walk in a dream

I close my eyes just to see you again

I trace fingers where yours should be

forehead eyes lips breast and down

on fire again I close my legs and moan

deep breath

catches slightly, painfully in my chest

how can this be nothing and be real

all this feeling so real

on fire again my mind races to you

thoughts of you what you say

how you would feel…….

here

fingers tracing where yours should be.

on fire again my body calls for you

we are a match the goddess says

you and I

souls she says the same and apart

fingers heart body reaching pulsing wanting

on fire again my soul aches for you

deep breath

catches slightly, painfully in my chest~



Currently listening:

Waiting for the Sun

By The Doors

Needs Fever~
19:32 Mar 27 2010
Times Read: 677

i have been sick as of late

A virus had taken hold of me

And along with that, a fever

This fever is taunting my senses

My cold fingers stroke and play upon warm and damp flesh

Goosebumps travel across my skin

Making me see things not really there

Feel things …....

A breeze travels across me, and its gentle fingers lips so real

Breathing labored and increases, body lifts to the invisible touch

Weakness and fever making me feel quite floaty

As if being held safe in a languid liquid pool

Or slumbering gently in a lovers arms

But no respite here to be found

Lips parched and hot to touch... thirsty, in need

again goosebumps as my cool fingers absentmindedly touch

The palm of my own hand becoming a stranger to my own flesh

The cool of one taking down the fire from the heat of the other

As i lie here in this dream like state

traveling the plain of my desert scorched form

fingers seeking, hands searching, attempts made to feel better

i am needing my cure

the salvation of my flesh my body mind and soul

The perfect treatment i need.. my remedy

As all i am stays still and waits

All energy has slowed almost to a halt….waiting

For my drug my life my one

No matter how they dance and coax and play

Cool hands not enough to temper this fire

So i lay in wait

i wait for my healing, i await my Healer

And until then, for now…

My fever builds