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
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
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.
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.
The air is the same
The sky hasn’t changed
The ground beneath my feet
Is just as solid
But everything is different
A tiny babe has grown
Into a gorgeous toddler
A job that bored me to tears
Has undergone metamorphosis
A love turned to hate turned to ash
Is now abandoned indifference
Friendships have waned and grown
My consummate struggle
The inability to be a proper friend
Family has ebbed into simplistic living
Sharing space in respectful admiration
Where conflict does not reside
Future is now my joy to imagine
With a heart fuller and brighter
Than I ever could have dreamed
Glowing with the magical light
Of a five hour sunrise
One year
Post apocalypse
One year
Balancing the blades I honed for myself
One year
Seeking and finding sweet Melissa
Nothing in life is perfect
But perfection
Can only
Be born
From
Time
And
Patience
There is a dam
Within
I long to tear down
The wall
Mask
Persona
Holding back a river
Of tears
That want nothing
But to be free
When they
Overflow outside
Of the lonely
Privacy
Of the shower
Or my kitchen sink
In the wee hours
Before dawn
Or muffled in the
Sleepless
Darkness
Of my pillow
Their escape is met only by
Disappointment
Or
Consternation
Or
Trepidation
Or
Disgust.
I ache for a reason
Good enough
To let them flow
Pain that will strip me
Of the defense
That keeps them hidden
Surrender
Which might allow me
To actually feel
To fully feel
To openly feel
Please
Tie me up
Take my will
Tear me to pieces
Set my tears
Free
So that I may finally
Be me
A breath, a moment, the turn of a page
That is the longest you should ever
Have to wait
There is no spell to be broken
No seduction necessary
I am yours
Seconds, minutes, hours
Sewn together into pillows
And whisper soft curtains
Tied off with satin bows
Beneath bright, shining strings
Of dreams
And plans
Glowing with such intensity that
Your fingertips burn
From the longing
Trace the stars into my skin
Kiss that promise
Against my flesh
Mark my body with your will
Your want, your need
Feel me falling over and over and over…
Because Love doesn’t wait
I am yours
In The Story where
I can write only with
My lips, tongue and hunger
I don’t have time for anything else
Just take me
In the sun, on Your bed, in this palace
Of a king…
With the conviction of your purpose
The knowledge that tomorrow
Always comes
And the patience to accept me as I am
Tell me, show me, command me
I am yours
No wait
Streams carving patterns
Along curves and creases
I clutch at the edge
The smooth, hard reality
Cool against my cheek
As your fingertips
Press bruises
Into the line of my hip
And your other hand
Wraps itself in the
Long, Red Strands
of me
Lower
Wider
Deeper
Good girl
Let me drown in the
Current of you
Make me lose my grip
On the edge
And reason
Push me past that point
That I’ve never
Been able to cross
Douse the fire
And watch it burn, eternal
Empty me
As you empty yourself
into me
Out of breath, arms braced against a tree, I raise a hand to cover my mouth. To silence myself.
The night air nips at my skin and the ground bites at my bare feet beneath me. The silence and stillness of the leaves and branches around me makes it nearly impossible to hide.
The snap of a twig sends my heart into my throat, but I dig into the bark with my fingertips to keep myself from bolting. I turn my body slowly toward the noise and peak around the tree. I don’t see him, so I shift around the other way, careful not to make a single sound while I listen intently.
I tiptoe from one tree to the next, trying to find the edge of the treeline. I don’t know these woods, but I know there is an edge and I know the clearing well. I push myself in one direction. If I can find the meadow… If I could just find the meadow…
There’s a rustle from forty feet away, but this time, I don’t wait to try and see him. I run.
I run faster than I thought I could, fast enough that I almost don’t feel the scrapes from wood and stone or the slippery slime of rotted foliage decaying on the forest floor.
I turn to look behind me and slip on a root, but collect myself quickly and continue forward, ignoring the burning sensation and warm wetness trickling from my knee. My lungs burn from the effort to escape and I eventually have to surrender to my body’s need for rest at the base of a steep hill. There is an opening in the trees at the top of it, and I wonder if that is the clearing.
I work to catch my breath as I slowly make my way around the bottom, looking for a path up that isn’t so steep. And just as I find it, he finds me.
I clamber upward, racing against his much longer strides. His fingers circle my ankle at one point, but the blood from my knee must have made me slippery, because he loses his grip. I worry for a moment about the wound, but force myself to climb faster, and then run harder.
I can see the field. I have to get there. I trip on a rock and as I right myself, his hand is in my hair.
I fight him with all my might. I can make it. I just have to get away. But all too quickly, I feel my wrists trapped in his hand and he’s pushing me back, against a tree, and stuffing something in my mouth to muffle any sound I might be able to make. It wouldn’t matter, because I’m miles from anyone who might hear me at this hour.
I keep my eyes closed, continuing the fight until my wrists are cuffed behind me, around the base of a smooth, tall beech tree. His fingers wrap around my throat.
“Open your eyes.”
I look up to find his dark gaze running the length of me. Up and down. Up and down.
A giggle bubbles up from my chest, unbidden.
“You almost made it, didn’t you.”
I swallow and pull at the chain locking my wrists behind me.
“Hurt yourself though.”
He tuts, letting his hand fall from my neck, and glide down my front, unbuttoning my dress slowly and pressing his fingers into my skin between each one. I shiver and look out into the clearing, silently cursing my clumsy feet.
He kneels and pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, and brings it to his lips. I watch him wet the surface with his tongue, then wipe away the streaks of red from my ankle and shin. I swallow again as he lifts the hem of my skirt up and away from my knee, holding it lightly between my thighs. He looks up as he presses the cloth against my knee and pushes his thumb upward, beyond the fabric of my dress.
He tugs my feet apart, despite my efforts to shut him out, and slips his thumb along my moist, shaved flesh. The ball of his thumb finds what it was searching for and works around and against me with a knowing that is simply unfair. Imprisoned by his bonds and my own flesh, I try desperately to block out the sensation, to evade his beautiful brand of torture.
But it’s wasted effort.
My jaw aches from clenching my teeth together around the makeshift gag, but soon, my sighs turn to moans and he reaches up to pluck my panties from my mouth.
“But… I didn’t win…”
“I know you didn’t baby girl.”
“The rules… I had to make it to the clearing… I’m supposed to be giving you a reward.”
His dark eyes meet mine as he pushes me beyond the edges of reason.
I smile as he stands and brings his lips to mine, his breath tickling me before he lets out a low, feral growl.
“Oh, believe me baby girl. You ARE my reward.”
His fingers dive deep inside me and his hand closes around my throat, once again.
“And I’m just getting started.”
There is a moment almost every day when the sun rises above the horizon and the light is purer than any other time of day. In that heart beat, time means nothing. It’s a breath that is more than beauty. It is food for the soul. And whenever I am granted the peace and freedom to bask in my precious sunrise, I stretch out my arms and let that moment nourish me. Because if you can find the things that wake you up from the inside out, you revel in them. Always.
Taffeta folds and layers
Fall to the floor
Peppered with shining
Beads of glass
And crystal
Altered and tailored
To hug my curves
Cradle my shape
Perfectly
In that perfection
I feel the ease
Of being yours
Soft
Full
Sexy woman
But also
Just a sweet
Little girl
Playing dress up
Making memories
From hearts and flowers
Spinning
Twirling
The dance floor is
My playground
And I am magical
In your eyes
In my sparkling
Gossamer wings
As you pull me close and
The music
Your arms
The atmosphere
And love
Envelopes me
I feel the breath of life
In the whisper
Of your want
Against my mane
Of full, fiery hair
And the abandon
Of surrender
As you
Tell me your plans
For that dress
It’s your playground
After all
Beneath
My feminine armor
Tell me
What you plan to do
To me
Now that you’ve freed me
By clipping
My wings
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