A poem. Soul deep scars

Tears and blood run freely, my soul cracked wide, jagged edges catch against torn nerves and the smell of death lingers, in my mind as much as in the air.

So many memories lost, layered in my grief till some mornings I wake cheeks wet, dreams drenched in loss.

Death walks with me, ghosts sit beside me and regrets share my cross roads, always shadowing my choices.

I miss you all, those who passed, people who took part of my heart through the veil between now and what comes.

In the ink etched in my skin I remember, in the blood that ran down my back I ache for you and in the pain that needled flesh I branded my grief for all to see.

Monsters stalk my sleeping dreams, sadness greys my waking vision. Eyes blinded by tears, hands tremble, emotion ebbs and flows, over whelming then void of any.

Short of breath, totally alone, world goes grey, ugly in grief, silent howls, never stoping till world blacks.

Years pass and still it hurts, missing you in days of joy, walking alone while surrounded by ghosts, spirits who watch me smile through tears when memory comes.

Never will the world feel safe, never do I relax into the warmth of family and always do I carry you with me as I walk this path alone, eyes stop crying and sleep comes dreamlessly and always my world stays turning for I live so my ghosts may rest.

random unfinished story

still need to finish this....

Reaching forward she places one hand into the waistband of his trousers and tugs him forward. Left hand curled around the leather of his belt as she pulls him close to her, smiling up at him as he slowly allows her to lead him closer till his suit jacket brushes up against her, and his belt buckle presses into her stomach. He runs a hand through her hair, wrapping the long tresesses in a fist as he leans down to place a kiss on the skin just below her ear, moving slowly along her jaw to her lips.. Biting at her lower lip before licking the smiling fullness, tasting the sweetness of oranges as she slowly opens her mouth, rising up on tip toes and rubbing against him.

With her free hand she begins unbottoning his shirt, sliding her hand along the revealed skin, his stomach twitching as she runs her nails along each inch of reveled skin, slowly counting down the buttons against his lips as he kisses her. Releasing her hair he reaches for her t-shirt, and laughing she lets go of his belt and slaps one of his hands. "Im staying dressed and your not. Take your tie off!" she commands. Grinning down at her he slowly pulls his tie loose, running it through his hands, making a show out of the act before gently draping it around her neck, using each end to draw her in for another kiss as her fingers continue to undress him, faster now that both hands are free. "This tie suits you better anyway, especially when securing your wrists to the bed like last night" he mumours in her ear. "That was last night" she replies, yanking his shirt from his waistband and slipping the last few buttons free.

Stepping back she admires his chest bracketed by the blue shirt, and taking his hands she places one on each of her breasts, then turns her attention to the buttons at his wrists, while he begins to flick his thumbs over her nipples, the cloth of her t-shirt showing her arousal. Sliding both hands up his chest to his shoulders she pushes shirt and jacket down his arms, forcing his hands off her breasts as his arms become imprisoned at his sides.

Walking round him she sinks to her knees behind him, pulling the shirt and jacket off of him and throwing it behind her. With a low chuckle she leans forward and bites his arse through his trousers, giggling as he jumps. Leaning into his legs, sliding her hands round his left ankle she begins unlacing his shoe. Teasing him by running her nails up his ankle, scratching at his skin lightly once his shoe is loosened and she tugs it off, throwing it behind her, his sock soon following.

Sliding her hands up his trouser leg she begins to massage his calf muscle, needing at the hard muscle, hearing him sigh quietly and feel him relax into her touch.
Grinning she curls her fingers and scraps her nails downwards, feeling his skin catch against her. "You little hell cat" he says, on an indrawn breath "claws are out tonight I take it?" Moving to his other leg, fingers swiftly unlacing the remaining shoe she peeks up at him, face pressed into his leg, one eye hidden by hair. "Arnt they always?" she replies. He strokes one hand through her hair, and lifts his foot as she pulls the shoe and sock off, both landing somewhere behind them. For a moment they stay like that, her kneeling, pressed against him, his hand gently combing through her hair, happy to wait and see where this was leading.

Moving round to the front of him, still kneeling she unbuckles his belt, rubbing her cheek against his erection, feeling the heat of his cock through the material seperating them, before swiftly undoing the button and sliding down the zip, lightly tugging the trousers so that they fall and pool around his naked feet.

"Step out of them please" say says, looking up at him. "Yes Mistress" he teases, taking a step backwards, left in only his boxers, which hide little of his arousal. Standing up she walks around him and uses the tie draped round her neck to secure his hands behind his back. "You gave me an idea" she comments, laughing quietly. With a hand at the centre of his back she urges him forward, till he stands infront of a chair. The red leather, gleams in the light and using her hand on the back of his neck she pushes him down, forcing him to kneel infront of the seat, chest and shoulders resting against the leather.

Walking to the side of the chair she leans in and kisses his smilling mouth, sliding her tongue in and kissing him deepy, forcing his head back and bruising his lips. From her back pocket she pulls a carefully folded bag, the plastic warm from the heat of her body. Pulling back from the kiss she unfolds it, smoothing the white and orange bag out on the red leather, and leaning over draws her tongue wetly down his back to his tied hands, then with a light slap on his ass and a smile she puts the bag over his head, leaving it open at his neck.


Reaching under the chair she pulls out a wooden paddle, and a short black flogger, the lashes made of soft leather.

greetings

The lace was very black against my skin, the leather boots ending on my thighs and the purple strap on adding the only colour to my outfit when I opened the door. From my door to the bed it’s only a few steps, all the while I walked backward, candle light picking up the paleness of my hair and the shedding of his clothes as he followed me.

Mouth hot against mine, hands touching, on my body, whispered hellos, gasps, his mouth against my pussy, tongue teasing me, while my boot heels dig into his back.

i ran a blade along my skin tonight..

feeling the cold sharpness warm from contact with my wrists...the skin paper thin, veins hot against the cold. not to slit them...but to feel the possibilities...running the tip up my forearm...trailing a line of fire in its wake.

..finally the most delicious feeling of all...the sharpness against my lips, imagining the bite as it splits my bottom lip, feeling the power, and control, even over my own base desires.