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Here to Stay by Crimson Quintessence


 

Walk the trails, Climbing the rocks

You awaken my heart completely non-stop

As the sun sets it brightens your eyes

Behind a smile that tells no lies.

I surrender to you

Love at first sight.

I wake in your arms in the morning light.

When I’m away, I miss you so much

How I long for your loving touch.

Off the road and together again

Where you start, I begin.

Hand upon hand,

Heart upon heart.

Keeps longing away when we are apart.

Together again, I’m lost in your eyes

Longing glances and deepest desires.

The sweetness of your breath

The warmth of your thighs

Your voice that moans as I enter inside.

Melded together as if we are one

Our heated release as we both cum.

I am in you, as you are in me

A beautiful release and we are set free.

Free from the stress of each working day

Caressed in each other’s arms

Love, here to stay.

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A Hundred Degrees by Crimson Quintessence


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I want to see more of you

Dance right into the core of you

What your soul radiates in the light

I feel it inside me, every night.

All your essence seeps through your pores

Every taste of you surrenders my will

My tongue dances on your skin

I will your surrender to my touch

Your walk, your talk, your beautiful smile

Yes, my darling, I want you so much.

My fingers tracing every curve

Touching and tingling every nerve.

You bring the heat to a hundred degrees

Dropping me down onto my knees

I surrender, to you each time we meet

I can’t believe how you turn up the heat.

Inside, I am on fire

Surrender my will to your every desire.

Every touch sets me so free

When you bring the heat to a hundred degrees.

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The Ninth Nail by Crimson Quintessence


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You broke my heart, you devil you.  It was the only organ I had left that was mine and mine alone.

If I were to pick up one of the fragmented shards, I’d likely use it to cut you to shreds.  Then watch the crimson ooze from each wound as my fingers dance in them, one by one.

Crimson looks quite back in the moon’s light, don’t you think, Stanley?

I reserve my dark and divine right to bathe in it, death’s dance.  Let it caress my torn soul and blacken me as that soul of mine dies with the rest of me.

Buckets of blood weighted down with the rusty nails I drove into the ends of each finger and toe.

Broken bones, puzzle pieces of a fractured man.

Revenge, my divine father taught me well.

Carve each bit of flesh like a fine leather he said.

I’m the blind guardian praying for deliverance.

I was organized, but the ninth nail was stuck in an awkward place, the wrong place.

Somehow, it shot right through your thumb and embedded itself in your throat.

You should’ve listened to me and sat still.

Now, look at what you’ve done.

I tried to make something so utterly grotesque look beautiful through my art and you’ve ruined it.

You completely disturbed my flow.

How can I remove the metal splinter from the canvas without destroying my masterpiece?

Frustrated, I take a moment to breathe, to think, pacing back and forth.

Now, you’ve become a thorn in my very own throat.

How dare you!

If only you were a flower, I’d rip your petals off one by one. with each exhale, with each tear.

I sat, pondering what to do next.

Then I found my hands around your throat, I’ve never felt alive before now, this moment.

An idea comes to me.

Behold, the headless man, my masterpiece.

The ninth nail paved way for the greatest horror art I have ever created.

Hatred only boiled in my stomach for a moment or two.

Acid clawed its way up my own throat but I swallowed it down.

Tears may have seeped from my blackened eyes briefly.

But now, now your dead corpse is just something I wrote.

The flower in my heart bloomed with brand new blood-petals.

I took the ninth nail home with me and my new artwork.

I used it to mount my new delight on the wall of my study.

The ninth nail is all I ever needed to finish what was started.

Goodbye, Stanley.

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Phantom for Eternity by Crimson Quintessence


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When you first glanced at me

I felt your stare

when you approached me

I wasn’t there

All those nights you looked at me

I thought you saw

but you couldn’t see me

you reached up to touch my face

but when you did the wind took my place.

I wanted you to see me

but it wasn’t meant to be

the day I died

you set me free.

I’m always there

you just cannot see

but you can feel me there

I feel your stare

your longing thoughts

I know you once cared

but alas, you are the one who killed me

and I wasn’t prepared

that is why I am no longer there

the one obsession of your stare.

I promise no questions

you’ll tell me no lies

how fast your heart beats

knowing exactly how I died.

I lived once

each night I cried

knowing all but still I tried

it all stopped that day,

the day I died.

I am now a supreme divinity

a constant reminder for you

I am larger than infinity

your phantom for eternity

I will haunt you most certainly

until you take your last breath irreversibly.

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Splintered Darkness by Crimson Quintessence


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An extended claw

from the darkness

a lick of the tongue

the beast lives.

Gargling venom in its throat

the gnashing of teeth

sharp like a razor’s finest blade

splintered darkness.

Beware the vacant stare

it will paralyze you

stop you in your tracks

steal your dreams.

Lifeless eyes

a black heart that does not beat

yet it breathes

heat seeking breath of foulness down your neck.

Petrified dreams

a million and one screams

it feeds on your thoughts.

You wake

sweat-soaked and terrified

then you turn on your light and realize

it was just an illusion

cooked up in a dream

no more real than a silent scream.

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Angel in the Rain

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Out for my every day walk

not sure where I’m going today

so, I wander….

And, here I am

at my favourite coffee shop

somewhat damp from the rain.

I love the rain

most people don’t,

they don’t see its simplicity,

the calm it can bring,

if you just listen to it as it lands on the pavement or licks the windowpane.

I order my coffee as I daydream,

my mind wandering ocean tides.

I sit at my usual table by the window in the corner.

He walks in

I’ve seen him before, but where?

The day is dull and grey

but I’m restless

I need to get out, but where?

I throw on my favourite leather jacket

and head outside, into the rain,

my head is clouded, full of static,

something lingers, but what?

Suddenly, I’m at the coffee shop

it shouldn’t surprise me,

I’m there every day for a cup of the finest in town.

Normally, I just grab it and run

not today.

She’s sitting in the corner, again

I feel compelled to stay,

her beauty captures me in a way no-one else ever has.

I sit on the other side and peer through my hair covered eyes,

I can’t help myself,

she’s so picturesk.

He’s sat himself down on the opposite corner from me

he makes me nervous, but not in a frightening way

he makes me curious

his facial features are so alluring to me,

they cause a pull from deep within me,

I still can’t place where I’ve seen him before

but I know I have.

I sneak long glances at him through my long hair

there’s something about him.

She’s looking at the window rather than out it,

what does she see?

the rain drops, 

they are dancing on the glass,

she traces them with her finger and smiles slightly,

what is she thinking about?

There’s a beautiful but sad longing behind her eyes

I can only see them slightly

as she tilts her head

what is it

what is she thinking about?

I’ve caught him looking at me a couple of times

he has this longing inquisitive air bout him

I wonder what’s going through his mind,

is it me he sees

or someone outside 

on the other side of the window?

He’s leaning his head on his knuckles 

like he’s deep in thought,

tracing his fingertip around the rim of his cup

he takes out his phone and scrolls gently.

If she only knew, he thought to himself

scrolling through all the images of the pictures he’s taken

of her, over the past few months

he wasn’t a stalker

nor was he anything vile

he was simply emotionally scared

and terribly shy.

He spent so many nights alone

just sitting in the dark, 

glaring at the ceiling, wishing, hoping,

for her.

He’d had an exceptionally busy life 

until recently

he’d realized that bouncing from place to place

and having a crazy mad work schedule

just didn’t have its appeal any more.

At one time it was like a drug to a junkie

but now,

all the different women and places in the world 

couldn’t satisfy what he lingered for

only she could.

If he only knew

how beautiful his features were to her

and then suddenly, she remembered 

where she’d seen him before,

the train station,

they’d brushed past each other

and their hands touched for a moment

their eyes had locked for just a second

but she had felt something poetic stir inside her,

a feeling she would never forget.

Then she remembered the airport,

crazy, busy, noise-filled chaos on a hot summer day,

they’d reached for the same bag in the carousel in arrivals

they’re hands touched again,

she remembered his gentleness and his apology

so sincere

and soft.

All the chance encounters since

what was the universe trying to tell her?

She softly bit her lower lip as she stared out the window

only seeing those memories

of chance encounters,

she smiled.

As he put his phone away and finished the last of his coffee

he drank in the detailed features of her face

he longed to run his thumb along her jaw-line and taste her beautiful lips

run his hands through her long black hair 

and glide his nose over her cheekbone 

until they were locked in the deepest of embraces.

But, he was afraid,

in the end 

all the others

found him difficult to be with,

his crazy schedule

the constant screams, 

pushing, grabbing, shoving

everyone pulling him from all directions

causing him to lose tiny pieces of himself along the way.

He’d become so withdrawn 

he’d stopped responding to his friends,

his family

and everyone in between.

In his darkness

he felt empty,

except when he thought about her.

One last longing, loving glance to etch her beautiful face on his mind,

he rose up from his seat

and their eyes locked, 

he froze.

He was getting up to leave

she noticed,

she locked eyes with him,

but this time she didn’t shy away like she usually did,

this time she smiled at him,

he froze.

She panicked

but she couldn’t turn away,

save me, she said to herself,

in a voice no-one could hear.

Her heart raced,

she bit her lower lip again

she rose from her chair

they both just stood there

drinking each other in

wishing, hoping.

Oh god!

what do I do?

he panicked,

but he couldn’t move,

couldn’t breathe,

couldn’t look away.

She was just like an angel

in a rain-filled sky

all the inner turmoil he’d been hanging on to lately 

suddenly vanished

all he could see, 

was her,  he tried to move,

suddenly his legs gave out and everything turned black.

Her insides sent off like fireworks

Oh god, what do I do?

All the small things that had trapped her emotionally

started to disappear

Okay girl, this is it,

time to take a chance,

She took one step forward

and he shuddered and dropped to the ground.

NO!

She ran to him

dropped to her knees

and cradled his head in her lap

stroked his face

please be okay, she whispered in his ear

tears streamed down her face.

He blinked,

everything was fuzzy,

there were all sorts of faces

looking at him, gasping

and then he felt someone cradle his head,

her hand was warm and shaking

she whispered in his ear

“please be okay”

he focused,

he knew,

her voice was as angelic as her features,

he could breathe again.

Hi, she said

Hi, he replied

glad you stayed, she said

I’m glad too, he said.

She hugged him

his heart melted.

As he wiped the tears from her eyes he realized something

this is what he was missing

a connection 

not forced by others

or by restless attempts of not wanting to be alone

but one of natural happen-stance.

There,

right before each other,

in an awkward moment of double panic,

did a man drop 

only to be caught by the angel of his dreams.

The sky didn’t fall

instead it opened up

the way all dreams of a happy ever after are supposed to.

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're born~F.Scott Fitzgerald

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born~F.Scott Fitzgerald

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Descendant of Nightmares: Part I Illfated


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As he walked away from her with his own conjecture he felt the greatest pain in his heart that things would never be the same again.

Her eyes; that look.  Her memory will always remain.  The broken and split part of him that would never properly mend or function correctly again.  The stinging pain in his chest.  The never-ending longing.  If only he had opened his mouth and spoke, if only he had done the right thing.  If only he had remained true and not tempted fate and run off with that Trollope, that lying whore.  Sure the lure of promises of sexual interludes to which only most men dream of sounded like a pleasure park ready to happen at the time but had he known what it would lead to, the destruction and the carnage; the pain, bloodshed and the death, what would be lost; he would never have let the hook land in his mouth in the first place.  But alas like any man lead by his own member he fell for it hook, line and sinker.  The bait cast by a filthy whore and gobbled up by an attention starved ungrateful prick of a spouse.

He didn’t want to leave his wife in that place but there was no other choice.  He couldn’t stop what had to be.  He had brought this on by his own egotistical need for attention.  He loved her still but tides changed with one stupid decision he could never ever take back.

They’ve rules in this institution; no visitations, no one from the outside is to be in contact with her or any other member of these walls.  It would only harm any chance of any of them regaining ordinary rational thoughts again.

Now silence…

Anne sat holding her head between two clenched fists, rocking back and forth.  She just wanted the pain to stop.  Her eyes were shut tight.  No light in, no light out.  The visions would eventually stop or the meds would kick in and take her to a deep slumber.  Either way something had to give.

The light burned straight through to the back of her skull when it entered through her visual windows.  If she kept the shutters closed perhaps the throbbing daggers of pain would decide to leave and take up arms of destruction elsewhere.  I’m sure there is another rounded bone cavity containing the grey matter it loves to feed on just longing for such torture she thought.

She silently wept on the inside of her own mind, Oh, why me, what have I ever done deserve such a malicious assault.

All she’s ever known is love, yet any time she’s offered it the only thing that comes back are just empty words.   Now she’s seeking life back in the darkness, for it holds no bounds, Pain can come out there and be embraced.

Had she only known when she unleashed her rage that so many would die.  So much blood spilled all through the lodge.  When the authorities arrived they found her huddled inside a closet in the upstairs suite, her spouse on the outside of the door trying to convince her everything would be fine again.

Had she not had the instinct to follow him and catch them in the throes of a disgusting display none of this would have ever happened and she would not find herself locked in this place.  The sickly white walls, the constant barrage of old shrivelled nurses popping in and out of her room on a regular basis asking if she was all right.  If she heard it one more time she might scream.

I think the common room is empty now, she heard a voice say.  As she looked up, the searing pain cut through her but this time there was a warming glow that came with it.  As the warmth surrounded her the pain began to subside and she finally met the face behind the voice.  C’mon it’s okay, really, you can trust me.  My name is Meadow and I’m going to help you through this.  I’ve been in this place a long time and have seen many things but I know a thing or two these silly doctors do not.

Anne bit down on her bottom lip praying she didn’t look as shaky as she felt.  She managed to remove her fists from her temples, stand and move toward this splendid being because she found her so very warm and intriguing.  She accepted the invitation to the empty Common Room.  It was a nice change in scenery from the sickly white walls of her small dwelling.

The Common Room was painted bright yellow and there were works of art that decorated the walls.

Tell me what troubles you Anne the splendid one said.  Anne stopped dead in her tracks, Oh, wait a minute!  You’re the new doctor aren’t you?  This is where you tell me to lay back on the couch, relax and let my mind go right?!

No, not at all was the reply that came.  I simply want you to know I’m here for you.  Anne studied Meadow’s face for a moment for a sign.  But nothing, only warmth.  She slowly walked across the room and sat in the big chair, so big that it almost swallowed her, she liked this feeling.  To disappear right now would be a gift in itself.  Anywhere but here she thought to herself.

Meadow started to speak, her voice was raspy but calming at the same time and Anne found this oddly consolatory and felt a sort of solace she had not felt in some time.  They brought me to this place some seven years ago you know, I remember it like it was yesterday.  Believe me I put up an admirable fight, but in the end they stuck a needle in my arm and everything went black.  When I woke they wanted to pick and prod my grey matter to catch sight of what made me tick.  When I say to you that I synchronize with your torment, I do fully understand the unspoken expressions I’ve seen on your face time and time again since your arrival 9 months ago.

Anne sat up straight, shocked at what she just heard.  This whole time she had repressed what brought her here and in an instantaneous acknowledgement of her own memory everything she had blocked came flooding back with blood-curdling velocity to her self-protected grey matter.  The flood of hatred and anger filled her with the irrefutable facts of what she had done.

Meadow saw rage building up inside her and reached out her hand.  Anne immediately recoiled screaming NO, DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!.  Meadow stopped in her course retracting her hand.  She just simply said in a low tone, please allow me, I can teach you how to harness what you feel into something marvellous, but I will need all your trust.  Can you do this for me?

Anne tried to keep her hands from shaking, she glared at Meadow.  If her eyes could have bore a hole straight through a human body they surely would have.  Just as she thought about springing forth tearing out Meadow’s throat a shear feeling of indisputable kinship came over her and halted her every movement.  She froze, a cold feeling came over her as if her boiling blood was being refrigerated as it pumped from her heart and migrated through her veins.  She gradually became tranquil and resolved.  Taking in a long deep-seated inhalation and allowed herself to undergo a metamorphosis in order to allow Meadow the ability to facilitate her with what it was she wanted to enlighten her with.

Now, tell me, how was it that you came to be here in this lovely dwelling of ours.

In the shortest version Meadow, I followed a deep seeded consciousness which steered me into an enlightenment of which I already knew.  This insight caused me to mentally disintegrate and indignation and mania took over my mentality.  My inner corporeal living thing emerged forth and set forth a carnage that can never be taken back or forgiven.

I believe I follow but would you please elaborate for me exactly what it was?

The terse version; I followed my spouse to a place he was having a secret rendezvous at on a regular basis, caught them in an extremely compromising position and went bats in the belfry. I had armed myself nicely with an arsenal of bladed weaponry fit for any warrior.  I spared him although I don’t know why but not before slicing his manhood in twain.  Human hemoglobin of that filthy whore painted the entire room I found them in.  But I didn’t halt there, oh no, I kept the rage ball rolling, out of the room I burst and advanced my grisly self, down the hallway where I lacerated and  obliterated any living breathing thing I came across. By the time I was done I’d left 16 in the out of one’s misery pool and was panting like a rabid wolfen; licking the blood from my arms, hands and fingers in such a way as you would have through me covered in honey sauce from an intense serving of ribs.

When they finally found me I had managed to make my way to an upstairs room and hide in a closet.  HE, had managed to pack himself off and tracked me to the very room I was veiling myself in begging me to come out, saying everything would be okay.  I knew fine well it wouldn’t but I was drifting in and out of consciousness.  When I woke I was here in this place, they managed to keep me sedated until 6 weeks ago.

We have knocked around similar grounds you and I.  How do you think it is I came to be in this lovely establishment so many a moon ago.

Indoctrinate me with this ability to harness what I am Meadow.  How do I become one with who and what I am.

You already own all you need Anne but I will help you to edify what it is you harbour inside you.

I want out of this place Meadow, I cannot tolerate being held here any longer.  I must get out.   I fear I am like a caged animal and the longer I stay here the more I feel what’s inside me ring to escape.

We are going to take this journey together you and I.  We will get to know one another and when the time is right our way out will be revealed.

Stay tuned for Part II

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Peel by Quintessence Also Featuring a video by Jehuniko


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The outer protective layer

dances on the silk beneath

A powerful aphrodisiac

Anxious at what is inside

Patience and teasing

quite thrilling

If done right

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Crazy driven

engage

take the lead

delectably sinful

slowly, pull her head back

bite her neck gently

sensually, whisper

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glide over her skin

lift her top

kiss her breasts

around her nipples

Lay her down on her back

unfasten her pants with your teeth

easy does it, slowly now

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glide them off

Ever so gently run your index and middle fingers underneath her panties

all the way to her core

Smile at her

Stare into her eyes

back away a bit

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The rest, well now, that is up to your imagination isn’t it.

Peel Away.

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Quietus by Quintessence


 

It’s real, its present

the danger we feel

murderous intent

looms with all fears.

It may not speak

It does not feel

every ounce of pure evil

life does it steal.

 

Medieval its origin

Death is its name

formula unknown

unable to tame.

 

Removal of life

at rest it is not

one life to live

is all we have got.

 

It’s coming for you

you don’t have a choice

discharge or release

it’s the finishing voice.

 

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Storm Affect


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Maddening

Internal surges

Anger and frustration

can drive us mad at times

It is what we do with them

that makes all the difference

In the storm affect our emotions kick into overdrive

giving us complete feelings

of being lost

alone

worthlessness

confusion

physical pain

Let them take over

you will watch yourself drain

Grab hold of them

harness them

become stronger than ever

Don’t let yourself wallow

making you hollow

Reach out

shout

let it all out

Clouds come and go

they are always in motion

Tides in and out

like waves in the ocean

when they get close

you feel crowded

confused

don’t feel like talking

but it’s okay

to have feelings like this

you’re not alone

in this mind-spinning twist

Reach out and touch

one soul just like you

and get through the storm

feeling brand new

The whole idea is not to ignore it

but fight against it

learn how to grab hold

there’s no shame in admitting

you need help to unfold

your inner emotions

so they don’t take control

Let go of the anger

you feel deep inside

Release it

take a breath of fresh air

realize there is someone

to show you they care

don’t sulk

don’t hide

don’t lock yourself away

Let the world know you’re here

and you’re here to stay

The storm has blown over

Today’s a new day.

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Thorn Infliction


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sensation

prickly

agonizing

pain

sharp

barb

intense

feeling

loud

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venomous

poison

acute

projection

intentional

discomfort

desolation

indignation

castigation

deplete

ichor

engender

annihilation

demise

completion

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Silk


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Gentle music plays in a candle-lit room

heated love, glimmer inside ocular orbs

desired touch

sprawled across her bed, fantasy filling her mind

closer to revealing her silk.

Fingers gliding from one thigh to the other

moaning beneath a cascade of soft sheets

euphoric pleasure awaits the touch of her center

the gentleness of her own hand

it seems beautiful and erogenous.

White lace, clinging to beads of sweat upon her breast

running fingers through her hair, down her cheek, touching her lips

flickering candle light

she bites her lower lip.

He slides in beside her removing the sheets

filled glasses of champagne and strawberries

the gentle crackle of the fireplace

flames dancing in the moon lit night sky.

He palms an ice-cube and gently drapes over her

undresses her carefully, kissing her neck, her collar-bone, each ample breast.

Behind his kisses, he glides the ice over her silk.

She arches her back as his hand travels between her stems, followed by his mouth.

As the ice melts in soft whispers and moans,

he tastes her fruits.

Hands now in each others, bodies touching,

silent eyes full of love.

He enters inside her,

his dreams desire, melodies of love.

He breathes in her fragrant essence,

sensual movements.

Kisses of passion,

rhythmic motion,

erotic explosion,

orgasmic synchronicity.

Behold love in eyes of purity

Painting forever in silk simplicity.

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Marionette


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My strings, they are fastened to each of my tiny wrists

I dance and I turn and they twist and they twist

Pulling me, pushing me, spinning me around

A crumpled up mess as I then hit the ground.

Back again, up again

dance puppet dance

know you control me , I don’t stand a chance

you show no emotion and I show you no soul

but I never worry about growing old.

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You may twist me and turn me and spin me about

but a hell-storm is coming once I get loose

I’ll be taking my strings and fashioning your noose.

I’ll wait until you slumber and slip it round your neck

I’ll fasten it securely and hang you from the deck.

You really should have thought this toy choice through more clearly.

Next time be very careful of the play things that you chose

You’ll always be regretting the day you’re Marionette got loose.

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Once Upon her Death


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Black is the night though death will become her.  Crawling through darkness, finding a way to get to her feet through the aid of a nearby tree, she stammered with legs of fragility to try to make passage out of the woods back to the light of the pathway, seeking help from any passers-by.  She scrambled heavily down the near-by embankment.  The rain came down heavily causing dried hills to become pool of thick mud and swelling drifts………

This is the journey of what would become of her splendid beauty.

Isabel Cassy was a striking brunette and stood all of 5 foot 6 inches tall.  She was shy upon first meeting her but over time her playfulness and splendor shone like rays of the sun.

Capricious daughter of quasi plagued merciless descendants, she was dainty in her illustrious days.  Of late her gleam became hindrance; she loathed who they had made her.  Her inner being had become worn and sheltered away from wanting to feel any type of emotion human kind could experience.  She chose the darkness of night over warm rays of sunlight and wandered alone through the shadows of the moon.

On this particular rain filled night she felt a need for some passionless fornication.  To cut free from the ties that bound her and made her feel so unwanted and unloved.

She met him in an enraptured metrical back-beat tavern.  He was an erotic darkness that beckoned her yearning.  She’d been asphyxiating in a passionless union for longer than she’d care to recall, he was all to enticing for her to pass up.  She’d ordered several drinks and was feeling pretty good.

Jonathon Wadham was 6 foot tall with jet black hair and an incredibly muscular build.  He came from the poor squalor side of the village and barely made eye contact with any other who dwelled within.

No utterance amidst them only an epitome of elegance from her sheer exquisiteness and an intrigue of his handsomeness created a seductive enchantment that she could not turn away from.

He approached her with a dead hunger in his eyes she could not turn away from.  She did not move, only gave back the same dead hungered stare to him.  He took her hand and spoke not a word, pulled her close, one hand around her waist, the other on her left side of her neck with his thumb on her jaw line.  It was the longest stare in examination of the eyes anyone had ever known.

What either was searching for must have been clear as before she knew it they were in the darkest corner of this establishment exploring each others touch, running thirsted lips across each facial and neck contour. For a man so strong he lightly licked and bit her collar-bone, running his tongue up her neck to her earlobe.  She quivered with delight and took her right hand and ran it down his chest, across his naval and down his inner thigh and slowly back up again stopping for only a moment at his now swollen throbbing heated love missile. She seductively traced the outline of it with her index finger rounded the tip and down the other side, back up again and back across his naval.  She lightly tugged down the collar of his shirt and ran her tongue across his collar-bone, up the side his neck where she stopped to suck, first lightly then a little harder.  He let out a moan and ran his hand down her firm buttox cheek and squeezed pulling her into his stiffness.  With his other hand he lifted her leg and pressed himself against her and kissed her deeply using his tongue as a lasso pulling her in deeper and deeper.  She lifted her leg higher and pressed herself back into him feeling his swelling and his heat.  She wanted him inside her.  He ran his hand up under her skirt and slipped a digit inside her wet passage and she let out a moan of her own and pushed herself into him so that his digit went deeper inside her.  The kissed even deeper, stronger.  Their breathing became labored and intense.  She glided her hand across his naval and took hold of his heat seeking venomous throbbing python of love squeezed a little and stroked it running her fingers around the top and straight down to the underside providing a light massage to his testicles, then back up again.  The kissing became more heated and light biting ensued with wild tongues.  She unzipped his pants and released his flesh tower from its garment confine as he spun her round and pushed her up against the wall.  Using his own hand he held himself and teased her wet quim with it.  Rubbing and pressing adding a digit here and there.  Before she could take a breath in he thrust himself inside her with burning fiery passion and each thrust took him deeper and deeper inside.  He lifted her up so that both her legs were around him and he pressed her up against the wall and thrust himself deeper and harder.

 She dug her nails into his back and bit into his chest sucking hard as she pulled back.  She thrust her hips wildly and used his shoulders for leverage.  Together the rhythm was synonymous until both reached climax and pushed and pulsed so tight it was almost impossible to breathe.  In those moments she lost herself, forgot who she was and she loved l it.

 In the moments after the kissing was heavy, even while the tucked themselves back to their prospective proper dress and tried to straighten out the wrinkles and fix out-of-place hair, never once letting go of each other.  He raised both her hands up over her head against the wall and pressed into her again kissing her deeply.  The only words spoken by him were done so now, shall we go outside for a walk and cool off?

As they departed the tavern she knew not what would become her eventual end.  They walked a while, then he stopped and turned to face her.  Before she became aware of her surroundings his hand was on her throat.  She struggled for a breath but it was futile.  His grip constricted her every chance of any air making it to her lungs.  Then she felt the wintry steel blade pierce her rib-cage several times and then come across her neck slicing deep.  Immediately she gasped for air.  The enormity of the cavernous openings the blade left spilled out a blanket of her life’s vital fluid on to the muddied soil.  The Monster had struck.  She was dying.

He’d gone, left her there for dead sure she would bleed out quickly.  She struggle to get up to her feet after being thrown to the ground like a rag-doll.  As she pulled every ounce of life and strength left in her she clambered upon an old railroad bed, long abandoned, broken and rusted.  As she tried to continue on, she stumbled to her knees.  Behind her the winds shrieked as they licked her now torn and battered torso.  Every now and again she thought she heard heavy footsteps behind her but when she turned and looked there was nothing to be seen, it was the wind’s mockery messing with her mind.  She managed to crawl to a nearby opening in the thickened wet brush and saw the pathway before her.

One hand touched the wet pavement and she collapsed completely.  The last blood spilled from her body, the last breath taken.  Her last thought was at least they will find my body, thank god it’s all over.

Death became her that night.

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A Vampire’s Bite


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Death in the nights sky

Lips pursed

Teeth revealed

Crimson drips

Hypnotic eyes

telling lies

drawing ever near

Will you

Won’t you

warning says don’t you

let him have your flesh

Tame you

Change you

Forever maim you

will he take your life

You gave in

and you let him win

he took from you all that mattered

now no more

runs through your core

your life-force has been spattered

all over walls

down all the halls

it flows and it drips away

You should have known better

than to write him the letter 

that led him into your own life

Humans take heed

know Vampires feed

and take off into the night.

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Beloved


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She paid you a visit last night while you slept

She stoked your hair and kissed your neck and placed a gentle hand over your heart

You felt her whispers in your ear, always remember how adored and needed you forever will be

Never forget her embrace which found you when it was needed the most

The simplest of gestures that mattered in the darkest of moments when you were so battered

In dreams she is the sweetest scent that surrounds the air you breath

She brings a gentle smile to your face and puts a warmth in your heart.

One physical touch would seal the deal

Souls would mesh together and never would part

The longing that’s felt grows stronger each day when you feel that her essence will soon fade away

Reach back to the light before it is gone

Remember the soul’s food  to always live on.

Through radiance and love it will carry us through

to a peaceful existence for the coming years new.

For all who are Beloved to another, never forget what a real true soul’s light brings.

When fun and fantasy consume you always remember….

where were those playthings in your darkest hours.

How much of their souls would they be willing to give for another at any sacrifice to themselves…

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Through Her Looking Glass


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Carmen was a woman of worth.  She loved to the point her heart bled.  Gave to the point of exhaustion.  Her splendor and beauty was not enough for some but she came to accept it.  She would not compromise who she was.  Her soul was beauty with a light that shone bright as the stars.

She had lived a rough life and had just come to accept she was stuck in a quandary that would never change.  Pain had become part of her every day life.  A wall of stone had built up over time which surrounded her.  It was safe inside here, no-one in and no-one out.  It was a perfect hiding place.  The perfect fortress of solitude.  Inside here none could see what ripped her apart.  She did not have to share, think or feel.

One night when she was feeling lost and alone a stranger who had been silently watching strode up beside while she sat on her favorite park bench staring at the nights sky.

May I sit, he said in the softest of voices.  Intrigued by the kindness and the pure alluring voice she allowed it.  Her curiosity was peaking inside her.  Why would such a stranger show any interest in her?  What did he want from her?  After all, they all want something, they always do.  First the appearance of GIVE; feed the soul what you think it wants, lure it in and dance around inside it, lick it, nurture it, make it feel joyous and fed.  Caress it and hold it close, as long as it does not speak anything but encouragement and love or have an opinion of its own.

Butterfly kisses and Floating Hearts.  Lost in a dream.

 Then, when the thought of contentment is in its existence comes the TAKE.  Pull everything you gave it away.  Ripped from the wave of time.  Gone in the night.  Nothing left but a whisper anything was ever there at all.  Vanished.  The only thing that remains is a slight breeze brushing past her long dress.

Remains of the days passed.

Tonight she decided to take a stroll, one she hadn’t been on in some time.  She’d not allowed herself to do so.  She’d given everything she could, she’d burst forth from her own chest and thrown forth every bit of essence she had to give.  But alas, it was not enough.  Rather than wallow she set forth on a journey.  Taking in the night’s air once again.  Learning how to breathe again.  It felt wonderful.  She met new friends along the way.  Conversational topics that moved and tickled her.  She found beauty in it.  Found delicious mind nuggets that fed and replenished her soul.  She found open hearts and open minds to soothe her battered soul.  They fed her well, gave her strength and told her there was always a place for her, that she will always be needed and loved.  She bathed in this out-pouring of love.  It was real, it was genuine, it was offered right there in front of her to take in and replenish herself.  Men and Women offering her comfort, compliments and love.  Feeding her soul.  Reminding her of her beauty, her sensuality, her honesty and devotion was now craved by others and this made her feel alive.  Some telling her how much she is wanted, desired and needed gave her an electrifying boost.  How much they could offer her if she only let them.  She would never be alone again.  Never left to feel insecure or unwanted.  Her sheer beauty and openness and honesty was loved, adored and wanted.  Her body a temple.  Her mind a whirlwind of adventure and hope.  

She slowly started to realize she was being held perpetually in one place, suffocating and alone.  Trapped in the abyss.  It was not good for her.  For lack of better description she needed to spread her wings and fly.  Visit lands of unknown origin.  Test waters of different times.  She reached deep down within her own essence and found purpose.  There are journeys yet to be had and lands yet to be discovered.  Never hold yourself in once place when you are not appreciated.  Never hold yourself back.  There is tons of love and devotion out there.  Feel it touch your skin.  Let it into your heart.  There are many lessons in life and you will always be in a continuous state of learning.  Take notes for they are of the up-most importance.  Know your worth.  Know your limitations and expectations and adjust and adapt   When one door closes another will open.  Never be afraid to walk through that open door.  You will never know what lies inside until you step over the threshold. 

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Men, The other species


Women have come to figure that men are weird puzzles to solve.

First let me clarify.   I work with predominantly an all male crew of mostly retired men.  The stories they come up with at work leave me either laughing in hysterics or sitting there scratching my head going wtf just happened there.   Let me tell you there is no holds barred when they speak either.   I have damn near fallen out of my chair on more than one occasion.

They are always thinking weird things and doing even weirder things, right?

This leaves women in such awkward positions ad we end up trying to make wild guesses of what we need to do next to keep their attention and focus on us.

Guys seriously!  We don’t like guessing games, we get bored fast.

Tip:  Focus on the active life-form in front of you!!!   Oh what a novel idea.

Knock some sense into your ego.  The two of you should really sit down and have a chat about what it is you really want before your end game comes and life has passed you by completely.

Men tend to spend less time plotting the course of their lives in terms of relationships.

Why?

They simply aren’t in the same mental space as women with how much thought they put into each relationship they’ve had.

Women examine and compare, men don’t and yes it’s that simple.

For men to reach the point that a total committed relationship is what they desire and will work at  they must experience an intense emotional attraction that causes them to feel less alive when they are not with or in touch with the woman who provides this experience.  Hold an emptiness within when there’s no contact.

It takes a man half his life-span to figure this out while women know this in their twenties.

Wait……

What….

Really?

Honestly, I have no solid proof other than to tell you a lot of men I have known in their forties finally get it and are now living with a sack-full of regrets that they didn’t figure this out 20 years ago.  it’s a nice theory.  But in my life-span I have yet to fully physically see this to be true.  Words are great but after all the proof is in the pudding now isn’t it.

Time will tell and if it does trust me I’ll be the first to pass on the knowledge.

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Decay


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The hunt

The Chase

The Fear

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The Flesh

The Attack

It rips

It tears

Bloodshed

Red

Flowing 

Gushing 

Death

Calm

Watch

Examine your work

The corpse

The rot

Decay

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The Fashion of the Male Flesh


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Girl Talk

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The fashion of the male flesh is a beautiful sight.

Women crave it daily.

We admit it freely.

Well most of us will but not all.

Some are too afraid to admit it.

But not my girls.

My girls have a wild side!

Well at least on Twitter any way lol

We love men!

All kinds of men.

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and we love the male form in all it’s forms.

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The male form  fascinates us.

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It takes us on a journey of fantasy that warms us to our core

literally.

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We envision heated sexual moments at their best.

Sometimes to the point we blush in our own boudoirs.

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Possibly leading to some very private MOMENTS.

Then she digs into her tickle the trunk for her um TOY to blow off a little steam afterwards.

Well I know that beaded dolphin is gonna get put to the test tonight!!

Damn, where did I put those batteries?!

After all she’s human and has wants and needs that need to be met to.

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This Angel would be foolish if she said she never took part in examining and salivating over the male form.

Face it girls, it’s a damn sexy thing.

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We envision things to you know.

Especially some of the ones I post here for you today.

Cause you know how many times we blew up Twitter for these guys!!

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Can I just say, OMFG!!!!

Throw me an ice-pack NOW!!!

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We don’t need full on visuals all the time.

Although the odd one can be appealing.

You see, that’s the great part about this.

Excuse me,  just looking.  *smiles*

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Having something to envision is just as delicious as the full monty.

A guy with a tight shirt or no shirt and a pair of jeans can be just as much a turn on as one fully naked and erect.

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Hell; this chick is easy to please, I’m fond of tatts, so a guy sporting a pair of black dickies, a Tee with a design or a logo on the front and baseball hat and tatts;

now this Angel is down for that!

I’m an easy girl to please.

I don’t need a guy in a three-piece suit with a fancy sports car and a six figure income to get my attention.

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Not materialistic here folks.

Never have been

I Pride myself on looking for the following traits in men

TRUTH, MANNERS, COMPASSION, UNDERSTANDING and a willingness to  LISTEN and that he give me his TIME and ATTENTION.

Yes, that’s what I said.

Don’t NEGLECT us, it’s not cool and we will wander off.

After all a girl can not be given a promise and then not here from a man in days.

You know the promise girls right?

 ” I will always make special time for you because you are so important to me and I’ll prove it to you”

Does this sentence come in the guys handbook?

You know the one; written by guys for guys.

Dude that shit never works!!

Neither does thinking you can learn about a woman’s body by watching porn.

So Not!!!

I have to laugh at myself there, that shit was funny.

You know what I’m taking about girls, right?

There is just something wrong with that picture now isn’t there?

Also of importance in the categories above.

We want SUBSTANCE, show us we are special all the time

not just when you wanna get some or need attention, your laundry done or a meal cooked.

Try that shit with this chick I’ll tell you where the damn kitchen is or throw a take out menu at you and the phone.

If you want our undivided attention then you must also give us yours.

Men must always find time for women and vice versa.

Call it “our” time.  You know what I speak of right ladies?

Don’t say you’re gonna sit or lay and watch a movie with me or take me out for dinner and sit there on your damn cellphone all night.

PUHLEEEZE!!

Do that and I can guarantee more than our minds are not with you any more.

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Imagination:

It lets the mind run wild and during these times we can  take some of these visions and put them into play

with someone who is worthy of receiving them.

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Now let us not forget THE EYES

Yes , the windows to the SOUL.

And these guys have some PEEPERS that ‘ll make you melt.

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I really have nothing else to add at this time cause um…………………………………………..

Oh!

 hey there, sorry , I’m back.

Well um yeah that was nice!

I will just leave you ladies with your guys 

ENJOY YOUR MOMENTS!!!!

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DEDICATED TO ALL MY SISTERS WITH LOVE

CAUSE WE ALL NEED OUR GIRL TIME!!!

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