Trail of Kisses

I tell you to close your eyes

as I lay my book down on your tummy;

I trace around it with gentle fingertips,

hair cascading across you like fine silk.

Your breathing quickens

and I smile at your reaction;

As my kisses leave a trail of dew upon you,

I realize there will be

no more reading of books this night.

Such a Good Girl

You gave me 10 stars for good behavior,
(but I really wasn't so good)
It didn't take long for me to learn
how to move,
how to cry,
how to smile,
how to fly

far away from my broken dreams,
into the arms of reckless schemes
and handsome young men
who wanted me for more
than just a handshake...
(That's what good girls are for).

I bled and cried,
I laughed and died,
I dreamed awake;
My soul was fake,

not even recognizing
who I was inside...
this person to whom
I had carelessly lied,
searching and
groping
for love's finest hour.

My heart tumbled

d
o
w
n
with a THUD.

Stranded

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You weave your silken strand around me;
It glistens at my quiet demise.
Trapped in this hell
of my choosing,
only my eyes can move.
You must enjoy seeing my fear.
I try not to look at you
as you stare at me,
gloating at your conquest.
I cannot even flail,
for I am wrapped tight.
I avert my eyes,
trying not to succumb
any more than I have to.
I will keep a part of me
just for me…
and that part of myself
will never be possessed by you.
Try as you may,
you will never see my fear.

reBlog from Cheryl Williams: Heart of a Woman

I found this fascinating quote today:

Master fed her when she was hungry. He gave her water when she was thirsty. He washed her when she was dirty. He brushed her hair when it became matted. He took her for a daily walk so that she would get some exercise. He made love to her when she became lonely. He punished her when she was rude or disobedient. Sometimes he punished her just for his own pleasure.Cheryl Williams, Heart of a Woman, May 2009

You should read the whole article.

Addicted

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I crash to the ground,

head spinning,

wishing this could end

for a moment,

for a day

or forever.

It's too much!

I'm not strong enough

to fight

this enemy.

He calls to me

sweetly,

telling me

what I want to hear.

Once I hear that voice,

that sweet demonic voice,

its all over

and I succumb.

Like a fly caught

in a web of lies,

I struggle for a bit

until I realize

it's no use.

I am overcome,

and there is nothing

I can do to stop

my undoing.

I love it,

I hate it,

I spurn it,

I crave it...

I live for this sweet demise.

Icy Pain

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She had icicles in her hair,
frostbitten lashes
that could snap like twigs.

No firestorm
was enough to melt
the layers.

Cold to the touch,
difficult to look upon
(such a harsh glare!)

she reveled in her power
to repel, but
in the still of night,

when darkness came,
she shed tears;
Her lashes grew...

an icy mascara of pain.

Frozen

She hides under glass…
unreachable,
like a porcelain princess
cold to the touch,
watching crystal snowflakes fall
silent and still;

Passion’s prize…
a heartbeat away,
yet an eternity
for one so cold.

In meager dreams,
hope spins a web of life,
love fuels a hidden fire,
passion bursts into flame,

but daylight reveals
the frosty morn,
and she shudders
at the loss
of the warmth she cannot grasp.

Afternoons With You

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You greet me
with fire and roses,
breathing my skin in
as if it were your own.
My trembling
does not give justice
to the pounding
of my heart.
I melt into you,
succumbing to
all that you are,
and your heartbeat
echoes on my skin.
Consumed,
there is no
goodness apart from you.
There is no desire
other than this place
where we stand.
Vacant rooms
beckon to us
in shades of gray.
We fumble down the hallway,
eyes closed,
lost in curious imaginings,
overcome with a longing
deeper than than we
have ever known.
Your bed,
once a silent tomb
is suddenly inflamed
with passion's fire.
I have no beginning.
You have no end.
We are.
The ceiling fan
whirs above us
in voyeuristic pleasure,
drowning out
cries of release
as we drown in
love's nectar.
Spent, we entwine.
Parting is a pain
we cannot entertain
until the fire dims.
And when the door closes
behind me,
your dew still upon my lips,
I smile in remembrance,
longing for more
afternoons with you,
lost in all that we are.