A slip of
The loss swells to
Beating heart
Drowning breathe
Your hand
Your heat
Soft rise and fall
Angelic
Home
Curve
Need
Mine
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Taunt of Morpheus – miss
Bare metal against skin
Sharp indentation as chain bites into hands
The soft cold feel, silk across eyes
The feel of fingers, moving in slow circles
The flat of a blade, following the same path
Hand settling in, the feel of thumb against throat
The pressure, hinting but never quite cutting off breathe
A line of fire, the wet meets cold air
The slow press of him
His weight pinning
Slowly entering the place of rightful worship
Blaze of heat throbbing inside
Teeth scraping and biting
Grinding in, marking her as owned
This lingering taste of her
Slides away as he slips free from sleeps shackles
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Flirting with danger
Your eyes smoulder
Twinkling like glass in a fire
Dare I touch what will slash me open
What will burn and torment me
I find my desire is unabated
Meet me in the emergency room.
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Synapse snap
Light shimmers to the beating of my heart
Falling so hard, falling so fast that the crash is like surfacing instead of stopping
Take harsh deep breathes
Feel every receptor, every nerve
Cold and on fire at the same time
Bathe in Quiescence
The semblance of normal
The flirtation that sparks the flame
Only this feeling, being connected, being needed, being loved
Only this feeling gets me moving, my blood pumping
Just to sit around and compose my words to the great expanse
This journey through a sky made full by storm
A heart made full by beating
The shimmers of blood pulsing through eyes
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Haunting Silence
There is a truth to be had in silence
In her silence, in mine
It’s easier to be silent
To let time slip by in the hope that it will solve things
One way or another
But time is a funny thing
It doesn’t yield solutions
It only brings opportunity and choices
I’ll always choose you
And so, I am not silent
And I say that I choose you
And I wait, with trepidation, for you to end silence
Fearing that you won’t
Fearing that you will
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Is this a poem?
You think Master means bastard
That orders mean abuse
That owned means prison
You couldn’t be more wrong
Master means lover, protector, elevator
Orders mean structure and support
Owned means fierce pride and a desire for wellbeing
relationships are built on communication
Built on trust
You confuse the trappings for the relationship
I am the pillar of certainty upon which my submissive can stake it all
do not waiver, do not bend
They know where I stand, always.
They know what I feel because there is communication.
I never want to be less than clear.
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And like that…
Your words caress my skin and set my mind to flame
I would take that flame and set the world to blaze
But your fires burn on the horizon
And I am unsure of where I stand
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Disjointed
The soft gentle press of your lips
The touch of your hands
My hands through your hair
The gentle curve of your neck and say hi
There are days of ice
Only the slow sight trapped
Warmth melting
But nothing but sorrow is freed
Hold
Hold on
Touch with you and your gone through the past Into a new sun
Was wondering how you can be achieved, but I want you as one cast of my heart
that you can and indeed should be able to say all
I am consumed by you
consumed by the need of you
spill into me
know what you meant to be
maybe we can
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Peace leads to…
Sit in silence with me
The sun pouring heat but still the soft bite of cold in the shadows
The breeze creating the rustle of leaves
Hold me while, in this peace, I cry
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Quiet afternoon
Most moments are perfect
One bleeding to the next
Just looking to sit and watch the world spin down
And find you
and love you
and be
Pelgris 