In Praise Of Caleb...
Close your eyes.
Can you feel me touch you?
Relax...
My hands are grasping your wrists tight, so tight. My fingers dig
into the tendons, nearly reach bone. Does it hurt yet, selia?
Each time you try to move I only hold you closer, more firmly.
Breathe.
Watch me, look at me.
Can you see how hungry I am for what you give me?
Each breath you take, each sound that escapes your lips, only feeds
the fire that is blazing just beneath my skin. Can you sense the heat?
Touch me...
If you can.
I feel muscles straining under my hands as you try so hard to reach me.
You have nothing I cannot take, nothing I cannot claim...
The only thing I want is you.
Be still, selia.
Can you feel me watching you?
I look at you, your body straining up to meet me, every part of you longing for my soft touch... or perhaps for the pain that flows freely from my hands, pain that translates so easily to pleasure.
Your senses are alive.
You belong to me.
Open your eyes...
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--Tsian--
Pale Skin...
Red blood tracing faint designs...
Delicate lines slowly running down the curve of a shoulder...
Eyes open, looking into my own...
Green Eyes...
Warm Hands...
Soft flesh brushing against me...
Nails hard as diamonds, light as feathers drifting down...
Touching me, daring to touch...
Movements...
Sweet Lips...
I listen to you speaking...
Whispered fantasies pour like jewels into the room...
Words have never seemed so pure...
Sing to Me...
Pale Skin...
Moonlight, starlight, no light...
Hands locked tight about your wrists as you writhe...
You are so alive in this moment...
My Dream...
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She sways on the cold stone floor
Hands open, arms extended
Her gifts are simple:
Warm kisses
Gentle lips pressed against you
Velvet tongue filling, caressing,
Satin teeth hidden behind
Rose-red, tender mouth
Cold steel
Delicate shackles fastened tight,
Arms bound
The clang of strong chains
Draped across your eager body
Sweet pleasures
Her hands grasping you tightly
Her eyes watching as you writhe
Her skin sliding across yours
A loving mouth stealing your breath
A knife
The sharp edge,
The wicked point,
Feather-light metal brushing you,
No pain, only sudden joy
She sways before you
Her motions are instinctive
Her desires are simple
Hot blood
Salty liquid fire running over her lips
She tastes you with each breath
Pulling, sucking, needing
The blood is the life
Pleasure and pain
The crack of the whip
Limbs stretched tight and tied down
Caresses soft as fallen snow
Nothing ignored, nothing forgotten
All desires, all cravings
Fulfilled here by the girl who stands
Barely moving
On the cold marble before you
The same chilled stone
On which you kneel
To her.
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it's a swift sweet heartbreak
that steals into my life
and a sharp hot warning
that cuts me like a knife
on this cold grey morning
when all my thoughts are blue
and each bitter teardrop
blends gently with the dew
it's a swift sweet heartbreak
missing you
it's a swift sweet heartbreak
that slides into my soul
at the realization
without you I'm not whole
in this empty evening
when nothing feels quite right
and I'm oh so lonely
in bed alone at night
it's a swift sweet heartbreak
I can't fight
it's a swift sweet heartbreak
that tugs at me each day
and a dark small feeling
fills me when you're away
as each long sad morning
reminds my heart anew
and my tired spirit
tries to see me through
it's a swift sweet heartbreak
missing you