today started off like most days, dreams of things forgotten held aloft by this notion that i can fly... and in my dreams i do just that, i fly. well i do more than that in most dreams, but that is a conversation for another day all together, lets get back to today.
Then after the morning events of do this, this, this, and this, in this order, i sat down in front of my computer and looked for a person to talk to, i was blessed and graced with a dear friend from California being online and eager to talk with me, let me back up a bit, my cognitive linear recall is as always a little skewed.
There was this program on the History channel about Mary Shelly... and it got me thinking about how that summer in Sweden with Percival Shelly, lord Byron and his mistress and his doctor must have been amazing. the dinner parties at her fathers home in her youth where the great minds would gather once a month for a dinner and share idea's... it got me thinking of how we have lost those things and i became inspired and when i finally began talking with my friend whom i will call Bina, i began to, well this is the series of short thoughts that spilled out of me today...
"what soul can breath with out the breath of its muse, to give it reason and will."
"I felt the winds of madness wash away the sins of perdition in the fury of my desire! so much blood and so little time, the world to please."
"right now, in me, here on this world, i feel the diction of my soul spilling forth into the void of creation and giving birth to eternity."
"how to please the world, a desire of greed fed by sensual bleeding, consumed in the passing of a breath, as i die in your womb, reborn."
"how deeply do we burn when we steal from our own dreams and desires to feed the hopes of lust and brutality."
she was taken by all of them, they are profound thoughts and ideals that make one wonder, where do these things spring forth from. Are we as beings both human and in my case, Vampire/Incubus,all attuned to the same source that such inspiration springs from? Or are there only a few beings in a life time or even in a generation, that are fertile enough spiritually and mentally to give birth to these kinds of ideals.
Or maybe, it is a state of madness that breeds them and like a virus spreads to the other minds by way of forced reality. That is to say that the mind of madness is stronger than the communal mind that seems to govern the status of what society dictates is normal, even sane.
at any rate, i found them to be wonderful statements, up till i realized, i had written them before, that they were never published at that time, and had been lost to time... and here i am again saying them, writing them. it was the program about Shelly that brought them out, and they fit the feel of a poet of the time, the poet i had been... still am?
all this brings me to the full point of my elicit babbling, vampires in general. I've talked with a few here and there, most i discount simply because their condition is nothing like my own, but i realize, with my flawed memory of things, times... i do not have a right to judge those i have not met in person, and wonder if i have a right to judge them at all.
I know what i am, and have known from as early and age as any "human" can be sure of anything at all. so when i hear a "vampire" claim to be over 500 or even 800 years old, i kind of smile, and wonder if they are being literal, or referencing the kind of "immortality" that i suffer from. how many of us are there really, how many are just humans that want to be something that i would never wish on my worst enemies. or am i so completely different from even the vampires of this world that i don't belong in either the human or the vampire worlds?
I have been haunted for as long as i can remember by a dream, that sometimes rapes my daytime freedom from it, for as long as i can remember being alive.
one other person out there knows what that dream is, cause she has been haunted by it as well... the words in it... the way they are laid out, the formation of thought that binds them in will, the force that keeps us here. we don't like raspberries, and recently, science has found that the milky-way galaxy if it had a flavor would be raspberries due to the chemical chain that gives them their flavor is in a large part of the clouds that make it up.
do we even belong here/?
(spelling of the word raspberries may be incorrect. i accept this and point it out, that i just dont care right now.)
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
tents and rain
today, i will have to put up a tent in the rain... not looking forward to this. but it's a necessary evil for the days events. today ... well tonight we will be celebrate winter finding. it's an Asatru event, this will be my first one. glee!
Friday, September 18, 2009
hope
hope is a thing we try to maintain, it is elusive, painful, life giving, murderous. with out it.... we live in darkness, shadows of our own regret, a suffering unlike any mortal men or woman are meant to suffer. if we do not step forward and take risk, will live with out hope.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
club ghost
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We met as people often do, by chance. There was a moment in that meeting that caused us both to pause, there on the dance floor and stare deeply into each other. Not just into one another’s eyes you understand, but into the heart of the beast that beat within each of us.
The count down to new years had begun and we stood there staring, the crowd around us had faded away for at least me, and when the cheer went up “Happy New Year”, we stepped in closer and kissed.
I did not know who she was, but I felt as if I had known her all my life. We continued to kiss and my world spun round and round and I became dizzy in her embrace. The music began to play again and still we kissed as her friends and mine danced around us, a barrier against the rest of the world. I vaguely remember dancing with her as we kissed, was that why I was dizzy?
I don’t know how much time went by before we found a place to sit and talk. I was drunk on her, and in her eyes was reflected that same drunkenness in me. We spoke of who we are, and what we wanted in life and marveled at how much alike in mind and desires we were.
Soon the friends I had come with, and those that had came with her, found us and we found we had many friends in common. How we had gone blind of one another was a mystery, and we all shared a great laugh in spite of it.
Then she confessed that she had been watching me for a long time, and on several occasions tried to catch my eye as she had tonight, and failed every time.
She spoke as everyone listened, and talked of her knowledge of my gifts, my charity, and my willingness to step up and help those that needed it. She asked if I could help her, if I could save her from a terrible fate, she called me her Lancelot.
When it came time for her to leave I was heartbroken and went about the place for the rest of the night sickened in my heart and soul, I had forgotten to get her information, or even her name…
The drive home was empty and I railed against my ignorance, damning myself for a fool the whole way. So when I pulled into my driveway and found her sitting on my porch waiting in the cold for me, almost frozen to the cold stone, I wept.
I could not help but run up and embrace her, then quickly help her inside out of the cold. Once in my apartment I did my best to warm her and when she was ready to talk asked her why she had sat there waiting for so long. How did she know I would be home in time to save her, her answer was simple.
“You love me, and I didn’t give you my name.”
The rest of the night was a blur, we began to drink and she danced and sang for me, her flexuous body writing a spell in the air around her, her voice the current that gave that spell power. And the more power was fed that spell, the less I remembered of the night. There came a time from whence I have no memory other than her voice and the silken touch of her body.
When morning came I was alone in my bed and hurt all over from head to toe, it took me hours to even rise and begin my day. When I got to my phone I found over 30 messages on it. Each of my friends had tried, each had called several times, each message was short and urgent, “please call me as soon as you can.” What else could I do?
As I was dialing my oldest and dearest friend, one that does not even live in the same state as myself, she came out of the bathroom, (had I not just been in there… alone?) still wet from the shower I must have not noticed due to my exhaustion. She danced up to me, taking hold of me tightly and kissed me as deeply as she could.
We both needed air and broke and she looked into my eyes and smiled, before I could say anything about needing to call my friends back, she said.
“Lets stay in, and turn off our phones, I want to consume you, inside and out, I want to spend the rest of my life with you right here and never leave!”
She then ran into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for us, her body still bar as she danced in there, some privet song giving her body its direction. She suggested I take a shower and freshen up before we ate, so I headed off to comply.
I stood in the flow of the hot water for almost and hour before it began to run cold. As the water turned off I could hear my phone ringing again, I thought to ask my lithe little fey to answer it but I realized I still didn’t know her name. I stepped out of the bathroom and found she was not there. My phone had again stopped ringing. I moved into the kitchen and breakfast was waiting for me, but she was not there.
After I finished cleaning up, and putting my kitchen back in order, my phone began to ring again, I was determined not to miss it, but as I entered the living room, she was there turning it off. She smiled at me saying, “its time for us to finally be alone.” And my phone was off and tossed aside.
We began as we had the night before, her dancing and singing her spell, this time I joined her, and did my best to keep up with her bodies motion, humming along with her song, I cant remember what the words were, but they were lovely. I remember she seemed to still be wet from the shower, almost cold like she had been when I first brought her in the night before…
*knock, knock, knock*
I look up and realize I am alone, and someone is at my door. I look around and go to call for her, but still I have not gotten her name…
“Damn its Stephen, open the door, it’s me Cat!”
I am not sure why but my body again is all soar and tired; it’s a struggle to make it to the door. As I open it Cat looks in and turns white and almost screams, I fall back and wonder why I am so cold.
Cat recovers and enters the room, grabbing a blanket and putting it over me and helping me to the couch. It must have been several hours before I could understand what she was trying to say. Every now and then I would see my little fey in the door to my bedroom begging me to make her leave, then she would not be there, just a wisp of smoke it seemed remained. Every time she would fad away I would begin to cry again, the pain of not having her near unbearable.
Cat noticed finally what was going on and slapped me hard in the face, saying something about a hospital, my having a fever… I passed out.
When I wake, cat is still with me, but now I am in a hospital bed, and the doctors are saying there is nothing wrong with me that they can find, no reason for me to be in the shape I am in. I lay quietly there till they have gone and I am alone with cat.
“What’s going on,” I ask her, “why am I here?”
“we Had been trying to reach you for days, and finally I came over to your place, and you were sick, really sick. You had a fever of 105 when I got there.”
“I guess I owe you some thanks then.”
“damned strait you do,” cat said, “but I have some bad news for you, and I really don’t know how else to say it…”
“Where is the girl I was dancing with, I never got her name, was she still with me when you showed up?”
My question stops cat in mid sentence, cutting her off, and scaring her at the same time.
“What do you mean still with you?” She asked
“When I got home from the club that night” I begin to explain,” she was sitting on my porch waiting for me. I took her in and we ended up humping for the rest of the night. Then she made me … wait did you say, you guys were attempting to reach me for a week?”
Cat just sat there looking at me, paler than she normally was, even with her manic panic makeup, a tear streaking its way to her chin. When she began to talk her voice was shaking and broken, I could tell she was fighting with herself not to break down and start crying her heart out.
“Stephen… she died in a car crash New Years night, she drowned…”
As her words settled in I could hear her voice singing to me again, I could feel the cold wet silk of her body next to mine… her words clear this time.
“My name is Laura, I love you, please don’t let me die, I know you’re a vampire, please take me home with you, make me one of you.”
I remember telling her at the club, that I couldn’t do it, at least not with out knowing her better. I tried to convince her to come home with me, but she said she could not, that she was still with someone. And she cried at me saying she could not live without me that if I didn’t do this I would never see her again, that I would regret it.
My heart ached painfully knowing that I did love her, why I can’t say, just that I did, and knew I would for the rest of my life…
We met as people often do, by chance. There was a moment in that meeting that caused us both to pause, there on the dance floor and stare deeply into each other. Not just into one another’s eyes you understand, but into the heart of the beast that beat within each of us.
The count down to new years had begun and we stood there staring, the crowd around us had faded away for at least me, and when the cheer went up “Happy New Year”, we stepped in closer and kissed.
I did not know who she was, but I felt as if I had known her all my life. We continued to kiss and my world spun round and round and I became dizzy in her embrace. The music began to play again and still we kissed as her friends and mine danced around us, a barrier against the rest of the world. I vaguely remember dancing with her as we kissed, was that why I was dizzy?
I don’t know how much time went by before we found a place to sit and talk. I was drunk on her, and in her eyes was reflected that same drunkenness in me. We spoke of who we are, and what we wanted in life and marveled at how much alike in mind and desires we were.
Soon the friends I had come with, and those that had came with her, found us and we found we had many friends in common. How we had gone blind of one another was a mystery, and we all shared a great laugh in spite of it.
Then she confessed that she had been watching me for a long time, and on several occasions tried to catch my eye as she had tonight, and failed every time.
She spoke as everyone listened, and talked of her knowledge of my gifts, my charity, and my willingness to step up and help those that needed it. She asked if I could help her, if I could save her from a terrible fate, she called me her Lancelot.
When it came time for her to leave I was heartbroken and went about the place for the rest of the night sickened in my heart and soul, I had forgotten to get her information, or even her name…
The drive home was empty and I railed against my ignorance, damning myself for a fool the whole way. So when I pulled into my driveway and found her sitting on my porch waiting in the cold for me, almost frozen to the cold stone, I wept.
I could not help but run up and embrace her, then quickly help her inside out of the cold. Once in my apartment I did my best to warm her and when she was ready to talk asked her why she had sat there waiting for so long. How did she know I would be home in time to save her, her answer was simple.
“You love me, and I didn’t give you my name.”
The rest of the night was a blur, we began to drink and she danced and sang for me, her flexuous body writing a spell in the air around her, her voice the current that gave that spell power. And the more power was fed that spell, the less I remembered of the night. There came a time from whence I have no memory other than her voice and the silken touch of her body.
When morning came I was alone in my bed and hurt all over from head to toe, it took me hours to even rise and begin my day. When I got to my phone I found over 30 messages on it. Each of my friends had tried, each had called several times, each message was short and urgent, “please call me as soon as you can.” What else could I do?
As I was dialing my oldest and dearest friend, one that does not even live in the same state as myself, she came out of the bathroom, (had I not just been in there… alone?) still wet from the shower I must have not noticed due to my exhaustion. She danced up to me, taking hold of me tightly and kissed me as deeply as she could.
We both needed air and broke and she looked into my eyes and smiled, before I could say anything about needing to call my friends back, she said.
“Lets stay in, and turn off our phones, I want to consume you, inside and out, I want to spend the rest of my life with you right here and never leave!”
She then ran into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for us, her body still bar as she danced in there, some privet song giving her body its direction. She suggested I take a shower and freshen up before we ate, so I headed off to comply.
I stood in the flow of the hot water for almost and hour before it began to run cold. As the water turned off I could hear my phone ringing again, I thought to ask my lithe little fey to answer it but I realized I still didn’t know her name. I stepped out of the bathroom and found she was not there. My phone had again stopped ringing. I moved into the kitchen and breakfast was waiting for me, but she was not there.
After I finished cleaning up, and putting my kitchen back in order, my phone began to ring again, I was determined not to miss it, but as I entered the living room, she was there turning it off. She smiled at me saying, “its time for us to finally be alone.” And my phone was off and tossed aside.
We began as we had the night before, her dancing and singing her spell, this time I joined her, and did my best to keep up with her bodies motion, humming along with her song, I cant remember what the words were, but they were lovely. I remember she seemed to still be wet from the shower, almost cold like she had been when I first brought her in the night before…
*knock, knock, knock*
I look up and realize I am alone, and someone is at my door. I look around and go to call for her, but still I have not gotten her name…
“Damn its Stephen, open the door, it’s me Cat!”
I am not sure why but my body again is all soar and tired; it’s a struggle to make it to the door. As I open it Cat looks in and turns white and almost screams, I fall back and wonder why I am so cold.
Cat recovers and enters the room, grabbing a blanket and putting it over me and helping me to the couch. It must have been several hours before I could understand what she was trying to say. Every now and then I would see my little fey in the door to my bedroom begging me to make her leave, then she would not be there, just a wisp of smoke it seemed remained. Every time she would fad away I would begin to cry again, the pain of not having her near unbearable.
Cat noticed finally what was going on and slapped me hard in the face, saying something about a hospital, my having a fever… I passed out.
When I wake, cat is still with me, but now I am in a hospital bed, and the doctors are saying there is nothing wrong with me that they can find, no reason for me to be in the shape I am in. I lay quietly there till they have gone and I am alone with cat.
“What’s going on,” I ask her, “why am I here?”
“we Had been trying to reach you for days, and finally I came over to your place, and you were sick, really sick. You had a fever of 105 when I got there.”
“I guess I owe you some thanks then.”
“damned strait you do,” cat said, “but I have some bad news for you, and I really don’t know how else to say it…”
“Where is the girl I was dancing with, I never got her name, was she still with me when you showed up?”
My question stops cat in mid sentence, cutting her off, and scaring her at the same time.
“What do you mean still with you?” She asked
“When I got home from the club that night” I begin to explain,” she was sitting on my porch waiting for me. I took her in and we ended up humping for the rest of the night. Then she made me … wait did you say, you guys were attempting to reach me for a week?”
Cat just sat there looking at me, paler than she normally was, even with her manic panic makeup, a tear streaking its way to her chin. When she began to talk her voice was shaking and broken, I could tell she was fighting with herself not to break down and start crying her heart out.
“Stephen… she died in a car crash New Years night, she drowned…”
As her words settled in I could hear her voice singing to me again, I could feel the cold wet silk of her body next to mine… her words clear this time.
“My name is Laura, I love you, please don’t let me die, I know you’re a vampire, please take me home with you, make me one of you.”
I remember telling her at the club, that I couldn’t do it, at least not with out knowing her better. I tried to convince her to come home with me, but she said she could not, that she was still with someone. And she cried at me saying she could not live without me that if I didn’t do this I would never see her again, that I would regret it.
My heart ached painfully knowing that I did love her, why I can’t say, just that I did, and knew I would for the rest of my life…
it lives
How many times have I called your name
Heart strained from all the pain
Knowing you lied and
Let all our love die
But it lives,
You think I’m the fool
Always laughing in their arms
Playing it cool
Knowing it lives
It lives in me
Love is all I have left
and no where to give
lost, my soul it rots and screams your name
heart strained from all the pain
knowing you lied
you watched as I died
always in their arms laughing
drinking it cool
knowing it lives
it lives in me.
Heart strained from all the pain
Knowing you lied and
Let all our love die
But it lives,
You think I’m the fool
Always laughing in their arms
Playing it cool
Knowing it lives
It lives in me
Love is all I have left
and no where to give
lost, my soul it rots and screams your name
heart strained from all the pain
knowing you lied
you watched as I died
always in their arms laughing
drinking it cool
knowing it lives
it lives in me.
seduction (erotica, be warned!)
She came over and we had dinner... spaghetti made with red wine and mushrooms... a pinot noir after, the only light, was from candles, and my personal favorites playing in the background...
I sat her down in the living room to stew, while I cleaned the kitchen up, singing to her along with the music as I did.
We talked after of things shared that we both an interest in. I took her hand and stood her up, first kissing her lips then her neck, my hands slowly leading her in a dance.
When the song by the cure (the same deep water as you) came on, with out stepping back I looked her in the eyes, and with out saying a word began to undress her... first her shirt and bra... taking special care to love and worship every inch of her body, each curve and turn of her body in its time, still leading her in the dance.
Then I, as she continued to sway in the trance of the music, freed her legs and thighs from those confinements worn by her. Again with detail, my lips and hands give great care to each curve and valley, my hands never touching her skin, but raising the energy between fingers and flesh as they passed.
She moaned under my care and wanted me then and there but I was not ready... no willing to take her so quickly slowly I stood before her my feet never having left the place they were when we started to dance... my lips so close as she breathed I felt them.
one of my favorite dead can dance songs came on... slow at first then building and I spun her round the room in a dark waltz... ending in an embrace that merged our bodies as one, moving like a tree in the wind to the music and as the song by Vangelis (La Petite Fille De La Mer) came on she started to weep. With out stopping I asked her why with a soft smile on my lips.
"Why do you weep?"
Her eyes were clouded and lost in some life she never knew saying,
"No one has ever given so much care to my seduction... no man or woman has ever treated me like this…"
I kissed her deeply, still dancing, our body’s very close, and then I told her to undress me.
She was new to this, and was hasty still; still she took her time and tried with all her soul to match the care I’d given her to me.
We were both nude and pressed together in the candles and she breathed into my mouth "take me..." I said "no... Not yet"
My body became that of a great hand, moving over hers as we danced there in the candles and music, and when she could take no more, my mouth found hers again. My cock slowly eased its way into her swollen and waiting pussy, and we danced like that.
She began to quiver... to weep... her legs to weak to hold her up. I took her into my arms and carried her to my bed... only 3 candles burned in my bedroom, but the music was still with us and I told her, “Now I will worship you as a goddess... “
I took the silk cords I had at my bed side and tide her wrist gently to the head board and her feet to the footboard... and blindfolded her with a silken scarf...
I then anointed her body with heating oils and spent half an hour massaging her body; First her shoulders and breast, rubbing gently the muscles of her midriff and inner thighs, then to the calves, ending with the feet.
I found the spot on her right foot that enabled me to bring her to orgasm and worked that spot for 10 min, all the while her body arched and rocked like a thing lost in the wind, moaning and begging it never stop.
During this the sounds that filled the room were those of Gregorian monks ... the candles flickering almost in time to their worship, as I worshiped her body.
She continued to weep... begging me not to stop... she moved in time to the music... a serpent entranced by the master. As (Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book) by ‘dead can dance’ began to play I told her.
“Now… You are ready,” and she agreed.
I moved up her thighs, my lips kissing each side in turn till I reached her clit. My hands went under her hips and pulled her up, and I braced her up with a very thick pillow. I began to suckle at her clit, her body trembling the entire time... I could see the lips swell with blood, I could smell the sex growing in her, the hunger for it, she begged me to claim her.
Still I sucked at her; as the lyrics began in the song my fingers from under her found their way into her waiting pussy. First one, then two then three fingers, I pumped them into her as I sucked her. She cam instantly, and let out a sound utterly inhuman.
Placing two more pillows under her I sat watching her for 10 min. Her body quaking and trembling like mother earth when she lets slip her plates ... her breathing was broken, shallow... hazarded.
She went to speak and I told her to be silent... she never felt me move forward... she did not know when I would enter her. But when I did... the head of my cock reaching the full depth of her... she broke into tears... hysterical with completion.
I took my pleasure from her like that... 10 min it went on. Pulling out and freeing her hands so she could sit up leaving the blind fold on, I took her head and moved it close and told her.
"I want you to finish me, and not waist a drop."
And she did so eagerly, hungrily, consuming my cock utterly. It was my turn to tremble and quake, as she sucked so hard that as I cam, it felt as if she literally sucked the very life from me and consumed every drop.
We collapsed and laid there in the music and candles for 3 hours wrapped in each others arms and legs... motionless... breathless, till sleep claimed first her then me.
I sat her down in the living room to stew, while I cleaned the kitchen up, singing to her along with the music as I did.
We talked after of things shared that we both an interest in. I took her hand and stood her up, first kissing her lips then her neck, my hands slowly leading her in a dance.
When the song by the cure (the same deep water as you) came on, with out stepping back I looked her in the eyes, and with out saying a word began to undress her... first her shirt and bra... taking special care to love and worship every inch of her body, each curve and turn of her body in its time, still leading her in the dance.
Then I, as she continued to sway in the trance of the music, freed her legs and thighs from those confinements worn by her. Again with detail, my lips and hands give great care to each curve and valley, my hands never touching her skin, but raising the energy between fingers and flesh as they passed.
She moaned under my care and wanted me then and there but I was not ready... no willing to take her so quickly slowly I stood before her my feet never having left the place they were when we started to dance... my lips so close as she breathed I felt them.
one of my favorite dead can dance songs came on... slow at first then building and I spun her round the room in a dark waltz... ending in an embrace that merged our bodies as one, moving like a tree in the wind to the music and as the song by Vangelis (La Petite Fille De La Mer) came on she started to weep. With out stopping I asked her why with a soft smile on my lips.
"Why do you weep?"
Her eyes were clouded and lost in some life she never knew saying,
"No one has ever given so much care to my seduction... no man or woman has ever treated me like this…"
I kissed her deeply, still dancing, our body’s very close, and then I told her to undress me.
She was new to this, and was hasty still; still she took her time and tried with all her soul to match the care I’d given her to me.
We were both nude and pressed together in the candles and she breathed into my mouth "take me..." I said "no... Not yet"
My body became that of a great hand, moving over hers as we danced there in the candles and music, and when she could take no more, my mouth found hers again. My cock slowly eased its way into her swollen and waiting pussy, and we danced like that.
She began to quiver... to weep... her legs to weak to hold her up. I took her into my arms and carried her to my bed... only 3 candles burned in my bedroom, but the music was still with us and I told her, “Now I will worship you as a goddess... “
I took the silk cords I had at my bed side and tide her wrist gently to the head board and her feet to the footboard... and blindfolded her with a silken scarf...
I then anointed her body with heating oils and spent half an hour massaging her body; First her shoulders and breast, rubbing gently the muscles of her midriff and inner thighs, then to the calves, ending with the feet.
I found the spot on her right foot that enabled me to bring her to orgasm and worked that spot for 10 min, all the while her body arched and rocked like a thing lost in the wind, moaning and begging it never stop.
During this the sounds that filled the room were those of Gregorian monks ... the candles flickering almost in time to their worship, as I worshiped her body.
She continued to weep... begging me not to stop... she moved in time to the music... a serpent entranced by the master. As (Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book) by ‘dead can dance’ began to play I told her.
“Now… You are ready,” and she agreed.
I moved up her thighs, my lips kissing each side in turn till I reached her clit. My hands went under her hips and pulled her up, and I braced her up with a very thick pillow. I began to suckle at her clit, her body trembling the entire time... I could see the lips swell with blood, I could smell the sex growing in her, the hunger for it, she begged me to claim her.
Still I sucked at her; as the lyrics began in the song my fingers from under her found their way into her waiting pussy. First one, then two then three fingers, I pumped them into her as I sucked her. She cam instantly, and let out a sound utterly inhuman.
Placing two more pillows under her I sat watching her for 10 min. Her body quaking and trembling like mother earth when she lets slip her plates ... her breathing was broken, shallow... hazarded.
She went to speak and I told her to be silent... she never felt me move forward... she did not know when I would enter her. But when I did... the head of my cock reaching the full depth of her... she broke into tears... hysterical with completion.
I took my pleasure from her like that... 10 min it went on. Pulling out and freeing her hands so she could sit up leaving the blind fold on, I took her head and moved it close and told her.
"I want you to finish me, and not waist a drop."
And she did so eagerly, hungrily, consuming my cock utterly. It was my turn to tremble and quake, as she sucked so hard that as I cam, it felt as if she literally sucked the very life from me and consumed every drop.
We collapsed and laid there in the music and candles for 3 hours wrapped in each others arms and legs... motionless... breathless, till sleep claimed first her then me.
all i crave
Every night I await your call
The sound of wind soft on my ear
Out my soul you pain to hush
You tell my how much you want me near
Threw the heavens I will fall
Every night I hear your call
I race to you my body a burden to bring
Out my soul to your side in a rush
Entwined our souls sing
It echoes from within my hearts wall
Every night by your side I lay
No one knows I am there
Out my soul pours a fevered blush
Neither your or I Burdened by care
Not fear or care till comes break of day
Every night I die with out your flesh
All I can steal for now is a wish
Out my soul pours a crimson flush
All I crave is from you passion your kiss
One day our bodies to will mesh
The sound of wind soft on my ear
Out my soul you pain to hush
You tell my how much you want me near
Threw the heavens I will fall
Every night I hear your call
I race to you my body a burden to bring
Out my soul to your side in a rush
Entwined our souls sing
It echoes from within my hearts wall
Every night by your side I lay
No one knows I am there
Out my soul pours a fevered blush
Neither your or I Burdened by care
Not fear or care till comes break of day
Every night I die with out your flesh
All I can steal for now is a wish
Out my soul pours a crimson flush
All I crave is from you passion your kiss
One day our bodies to will mesh
touch me
How do you do it
Call my name from so far away
Touch me
Words spoken by you say
The way by your soul was lit
Shadows dance in the dark
So warm and comforting your skin
Kiss me
Across the plans I risk all to win
Upon me has been left your mark
My open arms await you
I rushed threw the night to find
Hold me
So soft you offered command I mind
My deepest self you’ve always knew
Still you’re there though I lie alone
A spirit not flesh comforts me
Love me
A presence I feel and can not see
Still is my mind with you in my home
Call my name from so far away
Touch me
Words spoken by you say
The way by your soul was lit
Shadows dance in the dark
So warm and comforting your skin
Kiss me
Across the plans I risk all to win
Upon me has been left your mark
My open arms await you
I rushed threw the night to find
Hold me
So soft you offered command I mind
My deepest self you’ve always knew
Still you’re there though I lie alone
A spirit not flesh comforts me
Love me
A presence I feel and can not see
Still is my mind with you in my home
Immortal vows
I know I am not as you
And you are as all others
Blind to the truth that is me
How can you ask me to do
What you will not ask of your brothers
It is wrong this thing
You are right to ask
Once like I, still you will not see
This gift is not as simple as a ring
More a sorrowful task
I will undo in you what is mortal
The world for you will die
As a puppet on strings you will be
Now come and step through my waiting portal
And taste the gift I give, the lie
Out of you flows all life
Consuming your blood is my delight
My happiness is in you the key
Now you’re made my eternal wife
No more with death shall you fight
First your brothers then father
Let us hunt them now like cows
Drink with me deep from their mortal sea
Your sisters and mother we’ll not bother
As you swear by these immortal vows
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And you are as all others
Blind to the truth that is me
How can you ask me to do
What you will not ask of your brothers
It is wrong this thing
You are right to ask
Once like I, still you will not see
This gift is not as simple as a ring
More a sorrowful task
I will undo in you what is mortal
The world for you will die
As a puppet on strings you will be
Now come and step through my waiting portal
And taste the gift I give, the lie
Out of you flows all life
Consuming your blood is my delight
My happiness is in you the key
Now you’re made my eternal wife
No more with death shall you fight
First your brothers then father
Let us hunt them now like cows
Drink with me deep from their mortal sea
Your sisters and mother we’ll not bother
As you swear by these immortal vows
Some rights reserved. This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
my- a poem
My death my death my death
Screaming up out darkness poured
My heart my heart my heart
Torn out cast aside bleeding scoured
My mind my mind my mind
Never to fall shrieking alone moored
My soul my soul my soul
Now passion desire only you adored
My love my love my love
With out regret now is given.
Screaming up out darkness poured
My heart my heart my heart
Torn out cast aside bleeding scoured
My mind my mind my mind
Never to fall shrieking alone moored
My soul my soul my soul
Now passion desire only you adored
My love my love my love
With out regret now is given.
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