Passion Rules…

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

It’s dangerous to fall
For a thing like me
A feral Oracle
a carnal romantic
I can torch 
Your soul
With a kiss
Transport you
to places
You’ll never forget
I can summon
the wild
Within you
Command
Scratches down my back
Your tongue
And fingertips
I knew your name before I spoke it
It was carved into my heart
I can prove it
Within our shaking stares
I’ll recite the sacred lines to
Ignite a heroic flare
With bitemarks down
Your neck
And thighs
We’ll share
All of our secrets
In a single breath
Fall in love and never relent
And you’ll think of me
Every time you dress
And you’ll know
We were always meant to be
And you’ll know
Why they name storms
After things
Like me

~otep

I am not afraid…I was born for this…

7 Word Sunday

The words lingered

on her lips

gone.

Midnight Sighs

Lightning in the midnight skies

Those sweet palest of blue eyes

Kisses leave me wondering who

Lead me to so desiring you.

 

Searing hot and soaking wet

Yet barely had I been there yet

Passion like a midnight storm

Need and want above the norm

 

Flowing like the soaking rain

Bring ecstasy and a burning pain

Fire and want and searing passion

Overtakes in their primal fashion

 

I take what I want to be my own

Mind and body a white hot zone

Your lust and fierce kisses hurt

A good pain surely does convert

 

I lay breathing hard and full of thirst

Desiring more than just this first

Your deep needs and wants

Skin glistening tight and taunt

 

And leaves me just wanting to unfurl

More and more my lightening girl.

Drop me weak and to my knees

Enticing you to just say please….

 

Fear

Delicately I take your hand 

And pull you hard into me

Here is where the delicacy ends

As we begin to set our passion free.

 

Pinning you against that hard wall

Forcing your hands up overhead

As gasp escapes your quivering lips

Thought spins on that of dread

 

Turn your head and bear that neck

Your throat lain bare for me

My cold steel blade is sharp and true

And thus it is now the only key

 

I trace skin so soft and supple

pausing just below your chin

My knee presses between your legs

Now it is time to let me in.

 

Release you hand from up high

My fist takes an handful of your hair

The blade lays quietly at your throat

I start to wonder if you even care

 

To your knees I force you down

But you drop so willing and good

Them softly I cup your chin in my hand

and whisper ‘i knew you could’

 

You lick those soft lips in waiting

What do you want next my dear?

For we have only just started

We are far from ending never fear.

*(a work in progress)

 

 

Hold Back

Stinging my brain like a million sharp needles
Under my skin’s confines
You rise up against me
Full and warm with dripping wet desires
I fight the urges back
To just take you now
Ripping against the mental confines
To tear you apart
I hold back every ounce
Until I cannot take it any longer
Bent, twisted thoughts
Must I take you with force and lash
Swift crushing blows
Like waves crashing on rocky shores
Deafened ears can only hear
One whimper from far below…

Fire & Want

Journal Entry | about 1 year ago

The smoldering fire, white hot, rages
In my gut, my heart, my loins
I crave to take you there
Completely, unashamedly
To places only you dream
Of
On days that end in Y
Your why is never questioned
You obey, you submit, you come
To me, willingly, softly, fiercely
Rage
In my mind, in my fingertips
Playing across your moist skin
Weaving through your thick hair
Finding places to seek and hide
Lust
For things unspoken yet necessary
To bring us to that precipice
That edge of abandonment
Sweat and heat of deepest desire
Sex
Passionate, biting and searing
Courses though my expanded veins
Rhythm beating in my heart, in my heat
Ravaging; ripping through your love
Silence
As my hand finds its way
To cover your scream, hold you down
Not yet my needy lover, for only
When I say you can will you
Come.
To me in the midnights hours
With visions of torment, satisfaction, release
Sighs of relief and exhaustion
Red-hot fire is streaming through my body
Spent.

Fire and want

The smoldering fire, white hot, rages

In my gut, my heart, my loins

I crave to take you there

Completely, unashamedly

To places only you dream

Of

On days that end in Y

Your why is never questioned

You obey, you submit, you come

To me, willingly, softly, fiercely

Rage

In my mind, in my fingertips

Playing across your moist skin

Weaving through your thick hair

Finding places to seek and hide

Lust

For things unspoken yet necessary

To bring us to that precipice

That edge of abandonment

Sweat and heat of deepest desire

Sex

Passionate, biting and searing

Courses though my expanded veins

Rhythm beating in my heart, in my heat

Ravaging; ripping through your love

Silence

As my hand finds its way

To cover your scream, hold you down

Not yet my needy lover, for only

When I say you can will you

Come.

To me in the midnights hours

With visions of torment, satisfaction, release

Sighs of relief and exhaustion

Red-hot fire is streaming through my body

Spent.

A 9 Word Poems from 2009

Hours pass me by

Law of the universe

Code of my heart

Self of my soul

Racket in my brain

The loss of you

Evening trails on

I cope day by day

I am divided in two.