Monthly Archives: May 2014



Tie me just to see
me come undone under your
twitching fingertips….

You hold my eyes, down
you roam to my lips,
tongue flicks out, needing to
feel wet….

In one swift moment, you
on my mouth hard, coloring
my flesh….

Teeth emerge and I bite,
hear you gasp as I
smile against you…

I reach out to taste,
leaving behind my dew for
you to wonder in….

My hand reaches out, fists
your hair, pulling your head
back away from me, we
met, and I lean up,
pull you to me, and
sink into your neck….

Something primal arises, like
the moon piercing the night,
forcing her to open

I raise up, and darkness
meets as you push me
back, sacrificial….

On all fours you climb
on top of me, breathing
is shallow, and you glow
all around me, beautiful, dangerous….

At that moment, I want
to be fucked endlessly, mindlessly,
for YOU to take all
my thoughts away…for us
to lose our way…..

Legs wrapped around as you
enter, filling me, nails dig
into back and so you

You show no remorse as
you beat over and over
again, our bodies battered,
our hues blending….

I hold on to your
savage, slick with brutality….

I quiver, rush, and find
myself on top, riding, hands
digging in hips, moving
me against as you guttural
sounds of dying…..

Hands reach the heavens as
I twist you to fit
my needs….

On my hands and knees,
you behind, relentlessly thrashing me
to pieces, and so I
shatter, running down you, on
you as you drum within,
mending me whole…

We collapse knowing this will
never be enough to fill


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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.


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