.this isn't about you.

I just wanted for once to not have to dominate and control. I wanted a cock that would work instead of turn into a pussy when it matters. They all say they can do it but when it comes time to step up to the plate, they just don't have what it takes. They're too afraid to hurt me. They don't want to offend me. But more importantly, they are afraid of me.

Those who think they want to see my dark side have no idea what they are in for. With them I only opened the door a crack. That was enough to send them running, tail between their legs, whimpering in fear. Some were curious and wanted to see more, only to prove unworthy and incapable of handling the reality of it.

When you came along I didn't expect any different, until you grabbed me by the throat and took the kiss you wanted. You gave me a glimpse of what potential there was. Admittedly, the first couple of encounters didn't go as we'd hoped, but your mind.. that darkness.. I was drawn to it.

I've only opened the door part of the way for you but you walk in freely and set up camp, like it was always yours to take. So convincing are you that I questioned if it was.
This darkness isn't new to me. I've accepted it long ago. The adversities I've faced in life would have sent the strongest beings into a suicidal heap on the floor. But I've persisted. I've survived. I've made life my bitch. It is those adversities that made me who I am today. It is those adversities that drive me to succeed so that anything in my path is moved or destroyed. Accepting my darkness is the only thing that kept me sane. Had I chosen to fight it, I'd have been ruined. So yes, I embraced this long ago but... I never had the chance to fully explore it until you came along. Though your reasons may be different, we aren't. We see in each in the other.

We accuse the other of the very things we, ourselves, do.

Repeatedly, we forget what brought us together: this simplicity, this raw entity, this freedom.. Repeatedly we distrust, not so much each other, but this thing we have. Can something so simple truly exist? We've faced so much adversity, we've been wrong so many times, how can something so pure and raw be real? It can't be. There is no drama! There must be drama! Everything else has drama! This is too easy...
It's like we're expecting it to fail because everything else in life has let us down.. we can't accept that something can just... be.

Each time we question it, we break it. Each time we've broken it, we've left the door open even just a little..a single candle lit to guide us back together.

You come into my life like a storm and each time you leave it the trail of demise remains for me to clean up. I tried to close the door last time because the destruction was so intense. I tried to disappear , I went into hiding...but you still found me. I can't escape you. If I truly wanted to, I suppose I would. We're branded and bound by this desire, this darkness. Did we ever really leave?

Each time it gets broken, it makes it stronger.

I trust you. What I need to learn is to trust us.

I trust this.

And to think.. all I wanted was a cock that would work...

Photo by Brown Sugar

.limbo.

Death taunted you and made you view the world differently. You found your way to me. Death again has grazed your life, taking someone close to you as it passed by. I feel the world changing in your view again and I am fully aware this new scenery may exclude my presence.  We've parted ways before and you found me again and asked me to let you back in. Now that I have, the thought of losing you again is pretty frightful to say the least.

.a beautiful brush stroke.

Painting by Geraldine Odette   "LOVERS"

My love, my desire, my deepest craving... lets not let one tiny brush stroke ruin such a beautiful canvas. We've only just begun to paint this master piece. A bad day can make you focus on the one stroke, but I urge you to step back and see the entire picture for all it's magnificence. For what it is, but more importantly for what it can become, is all reliant on what we choose to see it as.

.life.

Photo credit: unknown

You have but one life with no guarantees of anything but death. It may be long or it may be short. It shouldn't be spent lying in your grave readying yourself for that one guaranteed. Go after your dreams, take risks, choose happiness. Don't surround yourself with people who bring you down and don't dwell on rejection. Consider every day a challenge because you never know if you'll get a second chance to live for the first time.

.possession.

Photo credit: @YetUntamed

I could etch my memory into your skin but physical reminders don't interest me. Anyone can possess your body, I'm after your mind.

.desiré.

Photo Credit: @YetUntamed

I want you. The very thought of you stirs my insides and sends my most private parts into turmoil. Not a moment passes where you haven't invaded my thoughts. You consume my fantasies. You've taken my desires hostage. I don't remember when I've felt more free than when you hold me captive. I find myself longing to please you, longing to fulfill your deepest sexual urges. I want to show you all the pleasures of the flesh and feed our dark, lascivious appetites. No inch left untasted, no cavity left unfucked. I want to give you my all and be your obsession, as you are mine. I want that every breath you take remind you of the sweet smell of our sex; that every sound you hear remind you of the most primal sounds of pleasure that escape my lips with each deep, hard thrust you give me. I want my every curve etched so deep in your brain that when you are old and gray and bordering dust in a box, you will still remember the feel of my silky skin pressed against your body... the feel of my fragile throat struggling for breath in the grasp of your strong hands...the feel of my warm, wet mouth as my tongue dances around the head of your penis.. the feel of my most tender parts convulsing with wet pleasure against your fingers.. the way my cavities form tightly around your cock.. the sight of the red hand print on my ass... the way my breasts look from underneath my body... I want you to remember, so that you will look back and those old bones of yours will still quiver at my memory. 

I want you.