Month: October 2015

No you

No fingertips sliding over my skin this morning
No palms smoothing, admiring, awakening my curves
No breath at my ear, raising chills across my neck
No whispers of my dreams or your wonderings
No lips kissing away the ache
No tickles, or giggles, or squirming away as you chase me
No hand to hold while we wander or find adventure
No arm to wrap around me, to hold me, to keep me, to make me
No body to curl myself into in desperate moments like this, when I need it… when I need you

No touch to quell the loneliness
Loneliness that’s undiminished by a crowd of interest or the beauty of a constant and relentless life

I’m lonely for you.
Yes, you
Only you

I have
No you

http://mjagiellicz.deviantart.com/art/Lonely-morning-137991283
Lonely Morning by mjagiellicz via DeviantArt.com

Spaces

Between the academia of time and distance,
You can find spaces where pure love exists.

In the breath of lovers saying hello and goodbye,
In the pockets of fathers who have wiped away tears,
In the clasped hands of friends reuniting.

Those spaces account for all that is true and right in the world.

Once you have occupied that space,
You will never forget the light there, the scent, the music, the warmth.
The memory will enchant you forever,
Without the limitations of time and distance.

In those spaces,
You might find yourself.
Or lose yourself.

The difference is completely

Unknown.

Open Spaces by lostoneself via DeviantArt.com
Open Spaces by lostoneself via DeviantArt.com

Selfish

Love is sometimes selfish
Wants to be seen
Felt
Known
In dark moments
Beneath clouds of regret
And isolation
Love wants to hurt
Because it hurts
In the dark
And silence
But in the light
Set free
On the wind of
Truth
Words
Hope
Love burns brighter
Gleaming
Clean, soft brilliance
My love is
Selfish
But I strive
To shine
Beneath
That
Light

 

Burning

Flame of Lust by cygon via DeviantArt.com

Pressed against you
Pale, supple softness against
Hot, dark, rigid heft
I am small, pliable, vulnerable
Stretched and shaped
For your pleasure
My want knows no limit
Beyond
The fear that
Flickers behind my eyes as
Broad, rough hands
Circle
Delicate wrists
Binding me
Without bondage
Sniffing and growling
Like a beast with his prey
I search the eyes of a man
Burning with anticipation
As I find myself crushed
By an animal instead
I could plead for gentility
But I want the
Glowing
Virile
Overheated
Rage
Of your lust
I long to be burned
To pieces
And
Put back together
By desire so heady
It is almost insane
Rip me to shreds
Sweet beast
Toss me into the
Fire of your love
Wrapped in
Lace
And reverence
Then watch me
Step from your bed
Charred forever
Changed completely
Just promise
Not
To leave
Any little part
Behind

Screams of Eternity is PUBLISHED!

It has arrived! I am officially a published author of a short story.

A year ago, when I wrote this, I couldn’t have imagined how it would feel to see my words in print.

Now it’s here! Infernal Ink is a wonderful magazine filled with lovely, dark, creepy stuff. Hydra and Dave have made a great issue. I have been up reading since it arrived very early this morning. I hope you’ll check it out.

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Screams of Eternity is the second piece, amidst some really wicked and dark stuff.

It’s a story of abduction, torture and revenge. Let me know what you think, if you get the opportunity to read it.

To those of you who have followed along, always reading, “liking”, and commenting, thank you for making me believe in my own talent.

And, to all of you who have been my support through the past year and longer, especially my kinky crew, my biggest fan and the young damsel who inspired this piece, I love you! Thank you for standing next to me, keeping me up, even as I fell.