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Monthly Archives: August 2011

In heat…

When little secrets are done inside this room

 

THEY…

..smiled
sighed
talked and…
..dined
Drank and
..got drunk.
That familiar..
cozy,
touching,
snuggle.

SHE…

behave!
..stop… hmmm whatever!
flirtatiously
…fun..etc..etc..
nervous.
However exciting.
…must go
home… haha!
when? where…? Lol!!!
…hmmm condoms.??
Bag.

HE…

In heat!
…submissive..
que sera-sera…ha!
…young..
cold
hot
night…
IN perfect HEAT..!

THEY…

in a..rush.
..clothes…
everywhere..
wait..shhhh! hahaha!!!
mouth..watery
smacking; lips…
touch..hotter
feeling of…
damp,
wet..wetter!
silhouette…of
….now..
hard.. very..
..and yet
and all
…stiff! Lol..!!

..grabbbing..bite..licking and more
.licking..fighting..tounges ( not speaking )
….duelling of
..bodies…
more ..smacking.. licks..lips ..water..

OMG…! OH!
NO!
YES…! WHEN…!
….now…..?…!
……
…….. running…almost …
gasping… air…
water… drink…

TIMED…

…AGAIN…?
… … ….. …. … ..

…SILENCE…

ZZZ..zzz.zzz…zzzz

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

The Sandman.

You sing to me a lovely melody, that captivates my senses to rest. My dear sandman, don't leave me be. Restless are my nights without you.

 

I can hear the whispers beneath the walls;

Like shifting winds they toss the leaves.

I can hear the water dripping from the bathroom faucet;

Like a drop of rain that hit the rooftops in a slow motion.

I can hear the clock ticking every second, hour after hour;

Like waiting earnestly for a pleasant time to see the sun.

Sleep.
Where is it now?
The Sandman that comes every night, where is he?
He has not come, but wherelse to follow his plight.
Has he forgotten me, when things have turned out right?
The songs he sing that make me feel alright.

Lying awake.
I wait for him to come.
My dreams interrupted from my silent cries.
The torment inside my head, like clanging pots and pans.
Incapable of closing my tired eyes.
Twisting and turning to get a good night’s rest.
To my demise, a failing grace.

Subconsciously active;
An enmity I’d like to negate.
My discouragement,
My fear,
My enemy.
Insomnia, I’d like to kill.

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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The Rain…

I see air, I see water. The rain captivates my thoughts clearly.

……

…I run as fast as I can
I dare not look back.
I know he’s going to come after me.
I must not look back, I must keep on running.
How my tired feet will endure,
I have to.

The twigs and branches and the leaves of the low trees
Brush and scratch the insides of my flesh.
Torn my shirt and blood stains all the rest.

…I stop to regain my strength
I heave a long breath
I can hear my heart pounding
Beating the rhythm of my lungs.
Then I hear him, calling my name.
I dare to look back and I can see his silhouette.
I need to run again.

I run as fast as I can.
My feet in remorseful pain.
I can feel the damp mushy earth
I did not realize the pouring rain.
Then lightning.

Suddenly…
Right in front of me, his stature.
My body began crashing on the dampen hearth.
I struggle to get away, but I can’t.
Too strong, that my body ached from fighting.
He began to straddle on top of me and hungrily his eyes devouring me
My eyes in a blur from the pouring rain.

I can feel the rain all over my skin
All over my body, naked by all means.
The cold unforgiving rain drenching my skin…
His eyes cold with lust and want,
On top of my shivering body
His face once I call beautiful, now a picture of a beast in heat.

His menacing laughter,
Echoing the silent screams of the cold damp hearth…

…..cold, cold, rain…wet dripping buckets of water…
… .. . …

……. My eyes fluttered and regained the scene.
My body lying on a hammock;
Got rained on.
…A dream from my afternoon nap.
Time to wake up,
It was 5 o’clock.

>;]

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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I live, I love and I cry.

Pain inside my heart…
Will this ever end tonight..?

When your heart stops beating and rests from all the pain

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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The Labyrinth

Twisting and turning, seems neverending

I’m back…
Back from the Labyrinth.

Twist and turns of pathways, that is neverending.
Where everything is not what it seems.
When things that you see are taken for granted.

The Labyrinth.

All that I can see is the twist of reality.
The facade of mirth that’s hidden within.
A world, unknown from the outside.

Inside my mind.

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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