HE LEAVES ME SUDDENLY by Mistress Sophia

He leaves me suddenly and expects me back,

What am I supposed to do? Give him some slack?

I do care for him deeply, more than I will show,

But it hurts to be this way, what way should I go?

He doesn't even know himself even though I do,

So it scares him so much that he refuses to woo.

Living like a hermit is for me it's true,

Because I only know what it's like to feel blue.

I was happy for a small period of time,

For the first time in my life it had a perfect rhyme.

But that era is gone and I'm forced to start anew,

Even though I truly don't want to, he says 'I do'.

I want to be happy and live life to the max,

Never had I known that life was a climax.

I feel good for a brief period of time,

Then live most of my life forever out of line.

I cherish those that I have close to me,

But I rarely let someone in and it is usually slowly.

I have learned my lesson for being foolish,

And rushing into things and giving him his dish.

My life is now about my girls, charity and Master,

This way I can avoid these times and disaster.

I will weep every night when I am alone,

Knowing that love is far from home.

But it is better for it to be just me,

I guess it is how it is always meant to be.

copyrighted 7th November 2012 by Mistress Sophia (Apriglid)

RAIN by Cavalry

Rain, in this still forest night, the droplets aglow, in the pale silvery light. Every drop like a beacon, sent from the stars, sent here to guide me, for this night, it is ours. U stand here before me, unguarded and bare, ur soft velvet skin, creamy n fair. The night shadows walk upon u with grace, clefting ur body in wet moonlit lace. In a vail of soft silver, metallic n cool, our love it transpires, as the heavens unspool. ~By Cavalry~

TRUE STORIES by Cavalry

True story, the memoirs in the life of Cav... We was tasked out, sweeping houses, pretty typical scene. But when i first started in Iraq, (sweeping homes) I would always knock first at the target door... But this is war.. Still, it just didn’t feel right. But now it was too surreal to include this normalcy, this politeness, into the patrols. Like, can I get u a cup of joe before I tear ur home apart? No, I decided after the first few weeks to handle it a lot like ripping off a band aid. I’d go through, protect my Men, n organize the targets.

AS SOLDIERS by Cavalry

As soldiers we roam, longing for home. 

Awaiting the day when we're able to leave, the gunfire and horrors of war shall we grieve.

The sand and wind spirals scratchy and coarse, this desolate tract showing no remorse.

The sounds of mortar blasts fill our ears, the cry of metal and men in tears.

Our comrades in arms fighting side by side, courageous and fierce, we will survive.

We must battle, we must succeed, we must return to the love of the families we need.

HOOAH we cheer as we advance without fear, drawing strength from the ones in our hearts we hold dear. 

By Cavalry

TO THOSE WHO HAVE LOST by kat

To those who have lost and were forced to stay...

There is a place, far above, where angels dwell and only love.

That place above is where they lay, those who left, not here today.

They cast their eyes to those below, they leave behind their love to grow.

Memories float within the space, they left behind a visible trace.

Gentle steps upon our hearts, what's left behind never truly parts.

For in our minds they will never leave, to think they would, would be to deceive.

YOUR SUBMISSION by Zac

Your Submission 

Freely given, gladly received.

To be honored, never deceived.

So beautiful, when you kneel.

Limitless, the love that I feel.

Your trust, placed in my hands.

Love & Obedience, my only demands.

My heart & devotion, I proudly give. Finally complete, the life I live.

For my kat.

LIKE ARROWS by Cavalry

Like arrows in the hands of a warrior, r the sum of scares on my heart. Yet in this turmoil comes strength, for I shall raise my shield against the rain, n unsheathed my blade. Adversity have no victim here.

~By Cavalry~

PLAY by niamh

Let me say that once more- PLAY ISNT DEPENDENT ON THE COLLAR. This is a huge misconception, you do not need to be collared or owned to explore, experiment and enjoy..the THREE BIG E’s..and that doesn’t by the way , make you the fourth e..easy..it makes you smart enough to want to know yourself before you UC, collar or commit.

Back to my thought-

by the same token, what about the ramifications of emotion and love when a collar is involved? what happens if the Dominant/Submissive decides the rules change. THAT collar is pretty much you giving away your choices in many things (oh YES i DID say that) especially for slaves among us, once you CHOOSE to put it on, it’s NO LONGER A VALID OPTION TO TAKE IT OFF, YOU GAVE UP ALL YOUR RIGHTS. (I know it’s illegal hear me out~ all the Ds just sat up and took notice. Jussstttt let the train roll a sec okay?) so what happens then when you are in the middle of a scene and things go horribly wrong, when boundaries are broken or you can’t proceed, does the LOVE that your Dominant/Master have for you then conflict with his CHOICES of what to do with you? how to push you? 

Ever heard the question ~can you hurt someone you love even if it’s for their own good?

so does love then interfere with Dominance? Does it cripple the Master/Mistress in their actions because they can’t get past the emotions? and if so, is it as simple as taking off the collar around your neck to fix that. Will it make it any easier for the Dominant to beat the heck out of you or watch you writhing on the floor broken because that’s what they KNEW you needed, they just had to take the collar OFF to give it?

hmmmmmmm....things to think on...

THOUGHTS ON COLLAR by niamh

~~***DISCLAIMER~SPIRALING MUSE, THOUGHT PATHS ARE TWISTED, PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS  KEEP ALL HANDS INSIDE THE RIDE AND SAY GOODBYE TO SANITY AT THE ENTRANCE***~~~~~

once my lil head starts spiraling its nigh impossible to stop it without some umm..physical or vocal intervention and none of those have happened yet here we GO again.

so....the muse has been thinking pretty heavily over the past few days as the rains have lashed and the thunder has rumbled we have all watched friends and new entrants to our little corner of palringo struggle, hurt and waver over the ins and outs and ups and downs of our lifestyle and in some cases, the blatant abuse of the predators who abuse the power that comes with a title. 

(watches them all run for the doors with a giggle)

i heard something in chat, (oh yea here we go) and i thought about it. and mused on it, and even worried over it a lil bit before i decided to toss my opinions out there~ but yea i knew i would eventually.

(looks round and gets ready to duck)

ooo yea, i'm gonna say it!

~COLLARS ARENT DECLARATIONS OF LOVE PEOPLE!!!! THEY ARE NOT the END ALL BE ALL TROPHY FOR ..I MADE IT..I AM WORTHY.

there i said it! 

OVER NOW by destiny

OVER NOW. I don't know how to make you see

There is no longer you and me

I know you're trying really hard

But I'm still holding up my guard

I thought that we were meant to last

But I cannot forgive the past

I know you find it hard to cope

I refuse to give you false hope

The star that used to shine so bright

Slowly faded by day and night

I sometimes can't believe your words

Because Im filled with so much hurt

There was a time you had it all

But now its time to stand up tall

My love has gone, my heart is broke

There is no fire without smoke

I'm sorry but I have to say

It's time we went our separate way

I know that this is not easy

It's time for you to release me

Destiny © 02/11/2012

SAMHAIN by niamh

Samhain marks one of the two great doorways of the Celtic year, for the Celts divided the year into two seasons: the light and the dark, at Beltane on April 30/May 1st and Samhain on October 31st/November 1st. Some believe that Samhain was the more important festival, marking the beginning of a whole new cycle, just as the Celtic day began at night. For it was understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground. The most magically potent time of this festival is November Eve, the night of October 31st, known today of course, as Halloween. It is on this night that the souls of those who have left in the previous year and those behind the veil (if one so believes) are most active. THIS is the time to grieve for those lost, and begin anew with joy for those living, a cleansing if you will. 

A time for acceptance, something that has always been hard for this muse of a girl.

Having said that, the muse has been very thoughtful on many of her friends. Many of us are going through things in our rl and online, beginnings and endings, resurrections and healings. A lot of us are in pain of some sort or another and it is revealing to us New aspects of who and what we are ~for most of us, pain is an instrument to clarity, and clarity the doorway to not only discovery but true knowledge of self, so this entry is a menagerie of all the things I have felt for my friends who have spoken with me, *smiles*and those who have avoided speaking with me after having one too many “nia moments” (if you don’t know what that is, giggles, be glad). And for those that have perhaps meandered away and gone on to different things.

For those of you reading this and thinking its sad and dark, possibly, but its also full of hope, and new beginnings, we break from the inside out, we heal from the inside out, it’s a process. 

*smiles softly again* I was accused of hurting those around me, not by being mean, but by loving unconditionally, and I will tell you just as I said then, its how and who I am, and that’s how love is, the gift is worth more when freely given ~no? and sometimes, its what we give to others and we WONT allow ourselves that strikes us as most poignant, meaning, if you think I am loving you till it hurts, perhaps I am simply being a mirror for what you give to others?

So as we approach this Halloween, Samhain or even All Saints day (however you perceive it) know my thoughts will be with you.

At Samhain, the old ones, drew near to Earth. Personal prayers in the form of objects symbolizing the wishes of supplicants or ailments to be healed were cast into the fire, and at the end of the ceremonies, brands were lit from the great fire to re-kindle all the home fires of the tribe. As they received the flame that marked this time of beginnings, people surely felt a sense of the kindling of new dreams, projects and hopes for the year to come. The ashes were scattered over the fields and in the streams to return to earth the things of the past, and to foster the things of the present. 

Bright Blessings, May the sparks of hope and light fill your world.

All my love

~~~~nia~~~~

ABANDONED FORSAKEN by niamh

Abandoned Forsaken, deserted.,left desolate or empty,

:no longer inhabited; 

Day 1~ disbelieve, heartache, pain, lack of understanding 

How could you do this to me, after all I’ve given, after all I tried to do, after all I believed in you..how could you simply let me fall to the darkness inside myself..how could you, when you are the one I love so much

Day 2~denial, excuses, tears

Surely you’re ill, somethings wrong you would have contacted me, you would have called~ an email, I’ll check again, an offline..is it working ..hello??

Echoing emptiness

CAN YOU FEEL IT by niamh

Can you feel it 

There is magick in the air

Cant you just taste it?

It is right there!

Hanging in the mists 

As the viel begins to thin

Never knowing where one world ends

And another begins

Step on through

Become the real you

Or don a mask 

And forget your past

Dance in her light

Abandon all your fears 

Embrace the wonders of this night

Let the memories last for years

SOME SAY by Cavalry

Some say I'm cocky, or over confident, watch me pull the trigger on my middle finger and not give a shit. But I'm payin for it. Cuz now I'm a lost cause. I'm the pieces of what's left of this man because. This war has got me ballin. Got this man fallin. Hate n fear runs so deep that I'm hardly walkin.

N now I'm sick of it, I run, cuss n hit. Hiding from the shit I've seen, the demons, they just never quit. Who will save the savior? Or even place a wager, on a man who comes home with such "bad behavior?" We're just broken men, who deployed to defend. N now were home n all we wanta do is pretend. That it just didn't happen. Close ur eyes, open heart, n start rappen. Got this pen tappen. Up against the paper. N for a moment i find some peace that i can savor.

IN THE YEARS by niamh

In the years I have been on my knees as a slave, I have had the pleasure and joy of learning from many Masters and Mistresses. Taking the lessons from each into the swelling tomes of knowledge within my heart and mind, and in the process remembering not only the material but the people who taught it to me.

One of the first lessons I learned was that a girl will never be fully trained~ it’s a paradox, a fully trained kajira. The very essence of our existence lends itself to onward and constant training, the girl who thinks she knows everything and refuses to open heart and mind to new lessons, new ways, something old but different way of doing it; quickly becomes the girl alone amongst her sisters. Bitter and contrite as they openly share information, her mind set in the mires of her own importance and knowledge. 

The mind and heart need open discourse and shared experiences, especially in a world harsh and unbending as our own.

The second lesson that has resonated in me, possibly at times more profoundly than the first, is that you learn more from mistakes than you do from successes. In my first few hands on my knees I met one of the Masters that has helped form the slave I am. At the time I tried all I could to avoid this FreeMan, he was loud, and robust and demanding and harsh, larger than life and the girls all feared him. Even the girls that had long been members of the chain he owned would “change” when the man walked in. There was more purpose in their words, a weariness that I mistakenly took as fear. Then one day when my collar was still not so sparkly new and yet i still wore pristine white, I sat studying as the Man entered, with no other slave about, I , trembling with fear and near paralyzed with trying to remember every lesson I’d learned begged to approach and serve Him. 

To this day the serve is one of the most vivid of memories in my mind, not because it was heated or brilliant, but because after he requested the turian wine, after I’d gone through half a dozen actions to see to his pleasure, the man let lose a soft sigh; no yelling no words of reprimand, a simple sigh.

I stopped in my tracks turned to look at him over my shoulder, he told me to sit everything aside and heel. I did

In the most patient of manners, he proceeded to retrace every step I’d made, describing with infinite clarity the mistakes I’d just performed in serving a Jarl, the wine, the vessel, my overindulgence in detail. His softly spoken lesson, started with a sigh and ended with him telling me to try again, and in half the time and with less “overthinking” I earned one of only two times I ever heard good girl from the mans lips.

The power of a whisper in a whirlwind, later he would tell me he knew that day the ilk of the slave I would be, because only a true kajira would have known the sigh was displeasure. There were a million other reasons to sigh at a girl serving, her beauty, her movement, appreciation.. all these possibilities and in my slaves heart I knew it was displeasure, it was to this quality he said I would return many times on my path to becoming who I need to be.

I finally understood the poise and beauty, the underlying “change” in the girls as he entered, it wasn’t fear. It was more ..respect, understanding, a small amount of fear but not of the man himself. Of failing his expectations.

I was still in whites the last I saw of that particular Master, my time in slavery was spent much in the restricted clothes of an unopened girl, my Mistress wanted to ensure her girls all knew that service begins in the heart not the heat. 

Now each time I enter my home, I look to myMaster and the company he keeps and I feel that same “change” within me, knowing that each is worthy of that respect, that I will never be fully trained but I can strive to be pleasing in the ever changing growth of slavery. My heart belongs to those I serve, my mind embracing each lesson. I cling to everything I learn but my very nature sets in stone the things I learn by misstepping, by displeasing

"Her feelings were easily hurt, a valuable property in  a slave girl. Too she could not control her feelings, another excellent property in  a slave girl. Her feelings, vulnerable, deep, exploitable, in her expressions and on her face, betrayed her, exposing her to men, and their amusement as helplessly as her stripped beauty. They made her more easily controlled, more a slave" Tribesmen of Gor page 103-104

That is perhaps one of the most poignant quotes I’ve ever come across in the books; I always felt there was some flaw inside me, in the way I work because I take things to heart. I wear my heart and my soul on my silks, bared to Master and with holding nothing. This quote was an epiphany for me, to understanding that it allows Master to easily refine and define the girl he wants me to be. I no longer feel there is something wrong with me all the time.

I am also not confident enough to say there is something right with me all the time either. I expect in time, especially in Masters collar and hands, I will continue to grow and soar. I have moments here and there when I take flight, but never far from the nest. I look forward to the day when I can enter the presence of all in Masters home and not fear its all too good to be true and will disappear.

I look forward to the day when I can stop apologizing for being who I am, and feeling the need to defend my actions, my mistakes and my perceived failings when in fact Master hasn’t noticed any of them. I look forward to the day when I can simply let go of all the fears, knowing they will stay gone and not return with the fall of my eyes to sleep or the closing of the door behind me. I despise being insecure and relish the thoughts of losing that trait

In the mean time I will simply be, as Master wills, and I will remember to trust in his knowledge and strength realizing that when I met him, he terrified me, overwhelmed me and made me weak in the knees.. sometimes he still does, only now- he owns me.

LOVE IS by Ashawn Johnson

The sky is clear again... Not one drop of fear remains, I've lost trace in your eyes glow, I am now whole alone... Prism the shine of heaven I've searched so long in self.

Yet your air has given me height; I've swallowed you down into my lungs, exhaled the grace of your fall... Into my arms now it all blends.

I love you like the rain; so fear not the sudden showers, only stare back into my brown eyes, I've seeked you in deep self.

But found you as simple unconditional wealth, loving you is like a summer stream, a weightless dream we arise to its wisdom the same.

I know you and it has nothing to do with what I physically feel, you've moved me... Shaken my core to the lava inside, now I explode and my soul is exposed.

I inhale all... I've seeped into the cloudless space above... I breathe you in as I do our love.

HUNG FOR DISPLAY by Ashawn Johnson

As I sleep I've fallen into your dreams, I've carried you into pure bliss... Scared little angel why afraid to fly?

When underneath I'm holding you, guiding you into the endless freedom you pray to blend.

When once your pain was hung on display, I'd never hurt you that way, when no one is perfect here but your love of life is in the clear.

Seen your light burning through the fog, they were so wrong to their cast stones... When inside their shame was of hell named.

Always the ones hiding and blending keeping their shame away, but the darkness reflects when loose lips sink ship.

Couldn't hold asunder even float your simplest water wave, it was wrong for sinners to try to mark your name.

When anyone with true eyes could see, understand the pain you blinked, the rain you prayed and in soul of darkness removed.

When no one is perfect here, for you to finally fly is ok... When with their on faults have hung themselves up for display.

OWNED by kinky

Being owned isn't just a word

Being owned encompasses heart mind,body and soul...

Security of knowing he/she will always be there.

The soft place to land and seek comfort, the strong hand to pick up and dust u off.

Whispering soft sweet words of encouragement and in the same breath give a command that can rock ur world...

Love so profound trust unbreakable A foundation that is built brick by brick made stronger n stronger with every layer applied....

Grasping on tight no waivering nor Faultering ...

Always devoted Always proud and to me that is Owned

Kinky

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MY LIFE by Destiny

just another day in my life

feeling the struggle and strife

I am hurting inside and out

i want to scream i want to shout

i hope and pray for better days

i walk around in such a haze

why don't you love me like you should?

i would leave you if i could

you put your hands on me once more

and i will leave this time for sure

my babies mean the world to me

ill protect them to the end you'll see

i can absorb this hurt and pain

but tell me what is it that you gain!

Im crying alone on the floor

and still you hit me...just once more

my screams and cries for help are loud

but drowned out by the noisy crowd

one day you will know how i feel

u sealed your fate in this done deal

karma will come back around

and bite you hard without a sound

and i won't be right by your side

just take it all in your stride

i know one day i will be free

I'll show you all just watch and see

that i can find another love

set me free... and release the dove

Destiny ©

EYES WIDE IN DEATH by Ashawn Johnson,

Killer here, sorry luv you should fear... No push over here, your jaded reflection in the clear, what do you think your betrayal would get you?

You made me trust you, when your intentions were just to get what you wanted no truth, pure use as long as I was giving into you.

I hope this will bring some sense... Clarify a few things, justify why this rope is so tightly tied, I want you to understand before you die.

Before I set you back into the worthless you belong, you were wrong pretending you were grown, when you were just like a two faced stone.

You hardness was shown... And only murder could cure this sickness, could heal the fake immaturity bathed in you, that's why this blade on it has your name.

I want you to feel what you've made me feel, I want you wish for your last breath to be taken so the pain could stop, I want your eyes wide in death.

And before I kill you... It will be confessed, and the murder scene will prove one thing, that you were just another worthless twisted thing.

SADNESS by niamh{PP}

…Sadness comes on raven’s wings 

To call dark angels back to haunted dreams

In the shadow’s black embrace, I search only 

For the beauty of your face

Of darkness, of light

Searching for the balance to make it right…..

I dreamed and in the darkness I found peace instead of the stark cold that has been crowding my thoughts of late. I dreamed and I felt the heat of your gaze, the timber of your voice in every fiber of my being, I felt your laughter, settling over my spirit like a warm soft blanket in the fall chill. I dreamed of your touch, electric on my skin~tiny whips of lightning making me forget where you end and I begin. I dreamed of being bound and tied, of letting go and melting inside, I tasted your lips after you drank my tears, I let go of all my fears.

…..I dreamed of you , and I awoke, renewed……

FEAR by kinky

Ever been so afraid u can't move?

Where putting one foot infront of other isn't working .

Ever felt u were alone and stupid for being scared? 

Not only the young gave bad dreams 

Not only the young feel that way

As an adult we're trained to be strong

Bad dreams make us cower shake us...

Sometimes day light doesn't break it

Sometimes being happy again seems unattainable 

But it is all gonna pass all gonna blow over all gonna be alright

All doesn't go all doesn't blow over somehow it seems to stick in a little corner of ur mind n linger 

linger till all is calm and dark then like an old movie it starts playing over n over with no prayer to stop....

Till one day something makes it all better and all disappear,

Could it be a warm embrace a gentle hug a friend lending an ear? No one knows but it all STOPS!!

THE WOODS by niamh

The woods are so dark for a full moon night. You walk quickly to your destination. The energy of nature filling you, pulling you toward the event you have been waiting for so long. 

You reach the clearing take in the scene, awed by the power of nature to create such an inviting vista. Such a perfect temple for the ritual of the evening. The large flat rock honed by nature, a perfect altar; set on the shores of the peaceful lake, the wide green meadow stretching beyond the shores. The whole clearing ringed with giant oaks, creating a stage for the stars-the only witnesses to this evenings blessing. The heavens adding to the mystical aura of the evening, with the sparkling and twinkling of millions of natures night lights set against the cobalt blue night sky. The wind whispering gently through the oaks, swaying the limbs of the willows and rippling the waters of the lake, carrying nature’s symphony on its wings, perfect music for a nocturnal symphony.

GHOST ORCHID by babsy face

There is something to be said for flowers, 

Certain blooms and their stories make me think of you, of us..

Sunflowers and the way their blooms follow the sun, 

Remind me of your voice and the way I can follow it in a dark room, 

The moonflower and the way they open at night, too shy to share their beauty during the day, 

In the safety of night allowing their guard down, how in the blanket of night both our guards are let down to reveal our truths, 

The Koki'o which was thought once extinct, now with patience and gentle love is being replenished, 

As the love you thought would never touch you again, I see singe you in your fight not to fall, 

With every hundred flowers, I could think of, find, define and relate some similie, some haiku and a hundred ways to make them about you, 

The one I find most intriguing, most beautiful, most like you is the Ghost Orchid, 

It can lay in wait for 20 years, waiting for the opportune moment, ideal conditions to live it's life and share it's beauty with the world, 

My Ghost Orchid, I've waited all these years, and here I am 25 years, feeling myself stir, grow, change in all the best ways. 

A new beginning as I watch changes in you, growth and blooming, and as I sit patiently and smile to myself, watching you bloom I'm reminded of how you were so worth the wait. 

THE SHADOWS DANCE by Ashawn Johnson

Footless the place that I've walked too, no light shows and confusion consumes, is this where I have been? Is this where my arms have been seeking to hold?

But I feel the actions rise, and the space in between has grown, so close once... But the shadows call for the fear of being alone now shown.

Nothing changes but your eyes glow, darker and still the shade penetrates the light covering your face, such a disgrace when an angel claims a heavenly place.

But moves through the night so smooth, pretend to be within good intentions moved, but nothing pure inside pursued when anger is what truly defines you.

Us us... Say it's me and you, but only the shadows dance with you, beckons yourself scorn to break through, so I can see all that you've claimed to be.

All unfair and all untrue you've given me.

CANVAS by niamh(PP)

By now you all know that this muse (for those that know me only as nia, my pen name and published works name is moonmuse) loves words, they are my paint if you will, the medium I feel most comfortable expressing myself in.

In our own way, we are all artists in one light or another. The mediums we choose vary with our individual personalities, be it music, photos, or words, what YOU put forth on the canvas often reveals more than you realize to those privileged enough to share it ..if they look deeply.

I WAS SINKING TO THE BOTTOM by Destiny

I was sinking to the bottom

and i was filled with confusion

But every light that i saw

It was just an illusion

I thought i knew what i wanted

But apparently i was wrong

Because nothing felt right

until You came along

It has only been a few Months

But i see all your perfections

You've picked up my heart

And pointed me in the right direction

Now it's your vision in my head

Every hour of Every day

Just the thought of u alone

Takes all my fears away

I've never been so happy

But i wouldn't call it luck

Because once you hit rock bottom...

The only way is up

Finding you was no mistake

This is something meant to be

Im glad that you are in my life

I am your Destiny 

Destiny © 31/08/2012

PATH OF DESTRUCTION by Destiny

Your life could have been much better,

We believe this to the letter,

We could all be a little richer,

Ain’t this such a pretty picture?

But what you've hidden from view,

No one wants to pursue;

You see the pain is held inside,

So this means it can’t subside

I tried to help you deal with this,

I won't be the one to dismiss,

Please think about the aftermath,

The destruction left in its path,

The way that you are thinking,

Breaks my heart and now it's sinking,

I wish that i could help you see,

Another way to set you free.

So many seek to find escape,

Of Which they can’t communicate,

So I’m going to save a soul,

And try the only way I know.

I must try help them you awake

Before it is too late!

Destiny © 26/09/2012

ONCE AGAIN FACING THE HURT AND PAIN by Destiny

Once again facing the hurt and pain

Your words cut me like a knife

Yet here with you I still remain

there has got to be more to this life

There was a time when I loved you

Until you began to slowly break me

Im full of bitterness and hatred too

Why won't you just leave and set us free

How can you say that you love me

Then tear me apart piece by piece

You crush me each and every time

I hope one day you'll find release

Each time brings memories of the last

Becoming harder to forgive

In time I'll put you in my past

And i can then begin to live

If only you could feel my pain

Or hear my screams from deep inside

Would you still remain the same

Or would you want to run and hide

Im not the girl you used to know

Always happy & lively too

You destroyed her long ago

Saving her is down to you!!

Destiny © 26/10/2012

IT WAS A QUIET NIGHT by Destiny*

It was a quiet night. The full moon was shining through the curtains casting a gentle glow over the bed. There was a lone candle burning on the table. It was a night we had only dreamed about. Talked about. And desired. 

We stood looking at each other. You walked to me and my breath quickened. You smelled so good. You reached out your hand and touched my face. Your thumb traced over my lips and I moaned softly. I closed my eyes and reached up my hand to touch your face. When I opened my eyes, you're gaze was deep and intense. "Kiss me baby," I whispered. Your arms pulled me close, and your mouth was on mine. Your tongue claiming me, pulling me in. It was deep, seering me. Possessing me. You moaned. Your hands slid down my back, pulling me tight against you. I felt your hard cock pushing against me. It was hot, intense. Every nerve in me was tingling. 

LITTLE RED by Ashawn Johnson

Little red I thought you dead? Thought the wolves in sheep skin tricked you again, thought their hunger to bring you down had ended you friend.

But here you are... Bloody knife and all, when their lies couldn't penetrate through, the pack of empty broken lies once blended in saying lover and friends.

Then once blood fell here comes the feist again, no more cover to hide the intention, when the sinful speak out in innocents?

But you did not run, you did not even try to ruin a name, just hoped that sense and peace remained, but some times you must kill to be free.

When the pack all shared a similar act, that in their lives you had deeply impact, but you can't own a soul or try to make it your own.

When a friend is just that, in their lives with good intentions walk along, because we are all sheep down here, but once in a while you'd run into false people who arent what they say is true.

And no one is perfect, but to aim to make someone look worthless, shows yours... When a wolf well separate you before he eats you.

So little red I'm glad you broke through, when your purpose in life is very graceful, known of your falls as well... You at least clawed from your hell.

And as much as they tried to bring darkness on top of you, there is no longer a shadow where your standing little red, now that wolves are all dead.

BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE by Ashawn Johnson

Sickles cell hell... Digging with this spade in hand, my own will be what brings the depth, years not slept... No tears here to bare just the nails from hell.

Poisoned me here, spill my blood in the very place you speak loves name, when I walk on the the surface of your sun... Your burn my feet.

Melt me to the core, when all I said isn't enough you'd kill me away, between the moon and you I'd find pills escaping. 

No sober hands to reaching you, space jumping through your sickness of insanity, your truth is venom in my in my blood stream.

When the love I feel comes close to darkness over you, to handle the hell in you, yet turn to heaven as soon as I reach the door.

Evermore broken, your wisdom of the burning bush... Yet be this snake in my garden, between love and hate... Your calling and I walk away.

Just to end up back eye to eye facing hellish pleasures truth that fades.

FALSE by Ashawn Johnson

Tortured here... Losing self in the cold night, the taking from self a deep apart of me missing, the part that separated me from the darkness...

Felt the mirror of me shattered as my soul all most fully parted, felt a lift in soul to keep me from alluding the hell beneath, suspended upside down losing my hearts crown.

Embraced in the shadow of night this blanket of doom... Trapped in a four cornered room in clouded mind, eyes watered seeking a sign.

Then the door sheds a piece of hope In self reflected what I've over looked, the essence of pure youth still untouched in this body caged.

Pulling me into the hopefully ness of brighter things, the dark begins to fade as I follow weightless steps into the lighter side of me beckening.

THE WALKING DEAD by Ashawn Johnson

How could you have ever found me? When how you were thought to be would rest unseen, blind to the peace and love offered.

You'd take apart what truly needs placed in your heart, when all that you have dreamed, with your own hands twist into a nightmare.

So I'm to blame... How fair, no its thrown in my face when all of this time was a waste, left a bitter taste on my lips.

And you wondered why from you I no longer kissed, rather have balled up my words like a fist...

Yet go into your own hell, make me feel as its my fault that to your own hell you've become a slave.

When the truth of it all is, it dead before it started, you were never grown enough to realize.

Never strong enough to be what you pretended you were... Rather act out that your living and breathing.

When like everyone else you blended in, befriended someone you will regret, but it's nothing left.

You speak like your so high above, but move and talk out of love and your just another walking dead to me.

A FRIEND IN NEED by Destiny

A friend in need

You do deserve the best in life

Through all the struggle and the strife

For you are stronger than you know

Never give up and don't let go

Im here for you until the end

In me you have a real good friend

So hold on tight and don't let go

I'm here for you i hope you know

I may not always understand

But I'll be here to hold your hand

To laugh with you and cry with you

We'll scream & shout if you want to

I can't erase your hurt and pain

but i can try and keep you sane

please believe me when i say

"I'll never, ever go away!"

Together we can work this through

And help you see life like its new

You protect yourself with a wall

But brick by brick i make it small

It's time to lay the past to rest

And do the things that you love best

I promise not to let you fall

You can do this, keep Standing tall! 

Destiny © 09/08/2012

SHE IS LOST by Destiny

She is lost in the moment, frozen with fear and panic but overwhelmed with lust. His beautiful eyes and luscious lips were a distraction and she lost herself in his cheeky smile! Finally she feels a warm sensation running through her body pricking all her senses back to reality. She smiles to herself wickedly and shakes off the thoughts in her mind. " oh my god he's so sexy" she thinks to herself as she leans forward and presses her lips to his kissing him softly. She pulls away taking his lip with her "hello baby" she says and he replies with a big smile "hey boo". 

She surrenders to his welcoming embrace. Finally. She's fought back these feelings for so long but her body aches and craves for him, she caves in the moment they touch. Safe in his arms wrapped up in love. It's been so long since she felt his touch...and in his excitement he rips her panties off. As soon as his warm, hand touches her soft supple skin she gives a groan in release as she is merciless to his touch. Destiny ©

COME A LITTLE CLOSER by Destiny

Come a little closer,

Let me whisper in your ear,

Feel my warm breath,

With the secrets you will hear.

Come a little closer,

Flesh to flesh and feel,

The firey passion and lust,

Of energy so real

There is no time or space,

Lost forevermore,

In a continuous, sensual whirlwind,

For us it has in store.

Deep, dark, and sinful,

For some it may seem,

The passion, lust, and desires,

A natural source to deem.

Tell me I’m a sinner,

I will smile at you with grace,

Drawing you ever closer,

To the deepest, darkest, place,

Pulling your mind deeper,

Hot passion, skin to skin,

Your mind reeling in sensations,

As your body betrays your sins.

Breathe deep and smell the essence,

Of lustful passion true,

Embrace this moment and time,

As I embrace the likes of you.

I COME by Lilith Ð

I come to this quiet place to think. To clear the troubled of my mind. To quell the beast inside. Thoughts race, I've been here so many times before. Contemplating suicide, to plummet into those dark murky depths and be lost forever in the cool velvety waters. To erase the memories, the pain. As I sit here now I use this time to cease the thoughts. To pull myself from that dark abyss. I stop and count all the things in my life worth being here for. I think of what ill not see, of what will be lost. A touch, a smell, a taste so sweet. I close my eyes and see your face before me. Tears fall down my cheeks as I silently ask you to forgive me. Of all that I've done and for what's been done to me. I need you to tell me everything will be OK, that the hard part is over. I fear that I have not the strength to go on much further in this hell called life. I need you to be strong for me. That one day Ill be strong for you. We hold each other together. Putting the pieces of our souls back into their proper place. But I wonder where to begin, this life of mine, through its long and horrid path, has only been a hell of which I wish had not been created. When I at last think all hope is lost you put me back on my feet and show me that life can be a better place.

THE DEVILS TONGUE by Ashawn Johnson

I know now my worth... I've seen it on your face the anger, I've heard the hurtful words, when pride stands in the way love is gone.

When you point fingers to blame... It's no more four letter word, of niceness then only abuse to come.

When what's said will break down what took years to start, when easily off your tongue your truth is sparked.

I have a past some light some dark, but I'm not what every one says I am... Are you then the same?

When over and again you have broken me down again, tell me you love me then turn around and hurt me.

Chasing your tail to prove I'm worthless then, when the whole time be missing me as a good man.

When nothing last forever all we are is what's now, with that time you can choose to be how.

How ever you want to be viewed, but the look of a constant victim isn't a good look for you.

When you claim such a strong woman you are, yet use this to belittle and tear apart a wish.

A prayer said to find truth, yet stand in front of what's good for you, constantly said I'm no good for you.

Weaponize your beautiful lips, say you speak the truth of God, but off your tongue spit demonic flames from it?

Cast me out because of selfish doubts, cast those stones because you have done no wrong?

Say you love yet do constant harm, such a wicked game played, when all this time wasted you just never knew who you were.

No one has ever challenged you to... But treat all the same and take no blame, yet off your tongue has always held shame.

Fire in your eyes and I mean the kind from the darkness, not thinking of what your truly burning down.

When you have done no wrong, and your words are heaven sent? Yet you don't repent and say you love mean the wrong.

Say your sorry still with the devils tongue.

PICTURE US TWO LAYING by Destiny

Picture us two laying side by side.

Showing our love that we have to hide.

I'm taken by someone & so are u.

We've asked so many times what are we going to do.

Don't get me wrong, It tugs hard at my heart.

From u, my love, I can't stand being apart. 

All I want is for us to be happy, I guess. 

A piece of my heart is broken & u have the rest. 

It's more than attraction between me & you. 

To touch & hold you is what I want to do.

I'm young, reckless, careless, my actions will haunt.

This is all true, but I know what I want. 

I think about you every night just laying next to me.

I wish & I wish, but in my dreams is only when I see. 

I see you sometimes & my stomach turns upside down. 

I wonder what it would be like with you always around.

I'm so attracted & I want to experience true love.

Or we could fool around, & send my heart straight above.

To be honest, All i really want is you. 

But we know its not easy so we hide out of view.

We're scared to take a chance, perhaps its too much.

But we're willing to risk it to have just one touch.

We can spend hours just hoping & wishing.

And both of us know just what we are missing.

No body said it was going to be easy.

And neither of us gave up our heart so freely.

I want u to know that i truly love u so.

So please tell Me now if you want to let go.

With a lump in my throat & tear stained face.

Nothing or no one could ever take ur place.

I won't give up easy u mean the world to me.

Is it all too much, do u want your heart to be free?

CHOKED by Ashawn Johnson

Shhh... Speak not a conscious word, just moan to the depth your falling into, leather laced my hands free your mind from pain.

Pleasure found in the tightness, the grip of submission, the hand of purity in darkness is tainted now.

Must train you to be free... And right before you reach your ending, I choke you to multiply the sensation.

Throwing your emotions into a pool of ecstasy, and drowning your soul within the control of release.

Feeding your heart, by breaking your will... I will kill, those bad habits of holding back from me.

Shhh... Whisper through my fingers over your mouth, harder you say? I can't hear you are you losing air?

And you give me a smile, as you flow into its sea, finding yourself within the choked hands of me.

YOUR EYES by Destiny

Your eyes, your face, leave me enraptured, as your dominant energy sends shivers of pleasure flowing through me.  My soul an instrument that resounds harmoniously when surrounded by your dominance.  You are like a serpent uncoiling in time with your tentative touch, revealing all that dwells within me.

My soul dances in a slow rhythm with each caress, each touch, each word, weaving a magical pattern of Master and slave, as you take delight in the taste of my submission, the sensuous bliss that only you can send me to.  My mind, my body, my soul, writhe in ecstacy, as you take me to the deepest levels of submission, all the while clinging to your presence of pure dominance.

I am swept by the warmth of a sea of darkness, as you burn into my mind, body, and soul, the knowledge of where my place is, while at the same time, healing me in ways only you can do.

Every part of me says yes as I breathe in your dominance in a cascade of bliss, while tears of joy fall naturally, allowing your power to continue burning through me and intensify as you deepen your hold upon me for your own agenda.

You inhale the fragrance of my soul, taking me inside you, savouring it, taking my soul breath and binding it to yours.  Dark waves of heat rise within me, as you continue to take my breath of soul. 

For you I give selflessly…

For you I bow at your feet…

THERE IS BUT ONE by Felista

There is but one soul who knows mine uncensored. The one who's put in the time, a master. We've never caused each other's pain, but each will sit and tend to the lame of heart. I've watched you bleed and stitched you up. Then watched you leave, quietly sipping from our cup, of love. Pure, untainted like a symbol, a dove. You've laid me to rest when the battles have taken their toll. You sit all night watching I'm told. You've fought battles that I thought I won. You've always been the only one who's truly loved me. You sat in darkness with acid rains while I poked at fires trying to burn my reins. I let the evils consume my soul for to know your enemy I had to let go. I thought I'd lost it all. I fought during my own fall. All the while you were by my side, hidden without pride. You stayed the course too true to me you are, I thought I lost you in this war. You were the one who created my miracles, you let me believe it was my empirical. You have been my angel for how long is untold. I lay before you now humbled yet not cold. You've schooled me with silent lessons with stealthiness and no weapons. Not once have you let me lay hurt, not once have you dragged me through dirt. You are the closest I have to an equal but please know I see my place and I stand just below, so let's start our sequel. This time I know you're my strength and I commit all my soul for you to take. I'm a fool for not knowing sooner. I hang my head, you lift my chin, your lips meet mine and you said I've always been your lunar. By Felista.

I FIND PLEASURE by unknown

i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive

to my Master in a loving relationship.

i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman,

with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.

i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.

i will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never

will i be more complete than when He is with me.

i know that He will protect my body, my mind, and my soul

with His strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as i am everything to Him.

His touch awakens me and His thoughts free me.

Only in serving Him do i find complete freedom and joy…

His punishments may be harsh, but i accept them thankfully,

knowing that He has my best interests always foremost in His mind.

If He desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Him

and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Him happiness.

However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of O/our relationship.

The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt,

those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.

No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes,

and because of that i hold my head high.

If He says i am His precious jewel,

then i am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.

If He says that i am His pet, His slut, His whore, then i am that..

as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.

My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as He can.

i have no secrets from Him… for secrets are a thing that would

keep me from being more perfectly His.

Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself…

and i do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own,

but they are lessons He has decided that i need, and so i learn from Him.

My soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be

when i kneel naked at His feet.

Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence,

be He miles away or standing over me.

If i were to ever displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul,

worse punishment than any lashes could be.

The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him

is harder to bear than any physical anguish i feel.

i am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend

His time and energy so freely on me.

i have the easier job, to feel, to experience,

to let myself go and abandon everything to Him.

i am His pleasure and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously .

i am a submissive woman.

i am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly,

and can only be given to the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to my Master who has that strength, will i give myself fully,

because i am strong and proud.

i am a submissive woman.

~author unknown

OWNED by kinky bitch

Being owned isn't just a word

Being owned encompasses heart mind,body and soul...

Security of knowing he/she will always be there.

The soft place to land and seek comfort, the strong hand to pick up and dust u off.

Whispering soft sweet words of encouragement and in the same breath give a command that can rock ur world...

Love so profound trust unbreakable A foundation that is built brick by brick made stronger n stronger with every layer applied....

Grasping on tight no waivering nor Faultering ...

Always devoted Always proud and to me that is Owned

I WANT by Lilith Ð ™'s boyfriend

I want to close this space between us... To pull u into me hard. To feel ur hand on my chest... I would feel to u as if warm rock laid beneath thin fabric, as I can imagine u feeling like a soft warm cloud plucked from heaven in my arms. I'd slide my hand along ur back with the barest of touches, leaving behind a burning trail that will undoubtedly melt u in my embrace.. Then slowly close the distance between our lips. Sending millions of tiny thrills through ur body, warm prickly points of sensations that illuminate ur being like a starry sky...

YOU STRADDLE THAT FENCE by Jerzey Fresh

You straddle that fence almost as good as his dick

So busy trying to get yours you forgot I'm not another dumb bitch

Keep flapping those lips & I'll wire them shut

If you tempt sharp edges you're bound to get cut

Maybe you haven't heard so I'll break it down one time

I'm more interested in between your ears then what's between your thighs

Had my fair share of smooth talkers & cheats

I want a good person inside - let me see what's underneath

All that superficial shit is for the birds

Stop using your body - entice me with your words

Dumb is forever, eventually exteriors fade

It takes more then a cute face to keep me engaged

Men & women everywhere: step up your game

Relying on looks to get by is getting more then lame

I'm over the fakes, show me something real

Let me see inside, tell me how you feel

When did so many stop spreading love in favor of their legs?

Another riddle for which an answer begs

Drive your own path, but don't take anyone for a ride

You can "do you" but it isn't a license to fuck up other lives

Bottom line: mean what you say & say what you mean

Even when I'm not looking I see what you don't think I see

Better to be an honest friend rather then wind up a lying foe

Disingenuous fools: you reap what you sow

TAKE MY BREATH by Ashawn Johnson

Your storm... No warning you torn, you scorned... You erased all when your love was pro formed, you tore through the old to make a path for the new.

And in the eye of you my third one opened, and my soul has began to bleed, open this vessel in me... Thus heart ship floating over your endless sea.

I can breathe... All my life non has shown me depth to hold me, just gave me shallow pain and pissed on my heart and called it rain.

When my worth would have been seen, by false worthless queens, but you have no crown but are of full royalty.

Needed no jewels to label you, but the priceless of you rest in Simpleness, natural instinct to be this killer of my past tense.

Now I ask pass your physical garments... Release the poison, replace with you potions... Give me what I've prayed then to come.

A pure rain of change, and break me from where I am... I'm breathing, I want to feel death close to me, a type of love that hurts when your away.

A kind of love that changes ones and frees them from their old ways, yes you wade in my waves... Shock my heart restart it and in the ocean bring me up top.

I inhale your kiss... I inhale your wave, I inhale your rain... I desire no other air, all I ask is to take my breathe away until we are fully one.

HAND OVER MOUTH by Ashawn Johnson

I want to say your name... Then pray God can place you In front of me, I need to say your name but the pain is to intense.

I had a dream you were with me, I had a dream and you were in my arms, I could stare in your eyes and see your open mouth smile.

I could hear your laugh, see my life in your eyes... But I awake, and I swear to God I have never felt so much pain.

It's like being in heaven then being taken away, it's like finally being where you have always prayed and couldn't stay.

This is what you mean to me... I am nothing without you, so never feel this is easy, like I'm away from another apart of me in the sky I've fallen.

Since your birth I've fallen... But I can't see you, but I can still remember you perfectly unflawed.

Priceless jewel, for you a forever falling constant fool, you are my earth you my worth, half of all that is great and pure.

And without I am unsure, I fear not death nor never reaching heaven... But I am broken on the fact of never seeing you again.

If I can only see you in my dreams I'd never see sun light then, when you are what's been missing.

I've tired to live but my heart can't do without... I want to say your name... but I put my hand over my mouth.

I had a dream you were with me....

I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO by Ashawn Johnson

I'll never let you go

Shameless to your love I swear... I'd give all without second thought luv, because I can see your worth here, I've swallowed my fear of the past wiped my tears.

I can feel you move in my sleep, I can feel your past abuse, and I'm sorry if I have ever added onto any pain then.

Because since my eyes have seen yours, something inside me was rebirth pure; I am who I was meant to be... I'm ok with what in the mirror I see.

I see you within me queen, and once your hand was placed inside mines, it can never be removed... Your kiss on my lips without it I have a price on my life.

When I'm nothing without, it wouldn't even rain without you in my presence, once tasted your sweet essence, I love you like the oceans breeze I can hold it.

Filling me up inside I couldn't swallow it all I'd die, but give you a try and without it I'd die, and once on your life I grabbed a hold.

I promise with all I am I'll never let you go.

FEAR by kinky bitch

Ever been so afraid u can't move?

Where putting one foot infront of other isn't working .

Ever felt u were alone and stupid for being scared? 

Not only the young gave bad dreams 

Not only the young feel that way

As an adult we're trained to be strong

Bad dreams make us cower shake us...

Sometimes day light doesn't break it

Sometimes being happy again seems unattainable 

But it is all gonna pass all gonna blow over all gonna be alright

All doesn't go all doesn't blow over somehow it seems to stick in a little corner of ur mind n linger 

linger till all is calm and dark then like an old movie it starts playing over n over with no prayer to stop....

Till one day something makes it all better and all disappear,

Could it be a warm embrace a gentle hug a friend lending an ear? No one knows but it all STOPS!!

RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET by babsy face

I hate the phrase "riding off into the sunset". Why would you want to do that? With sunset comes night, and in night though passions may flare slumber is never far enough off. I want to chase the sunrise! I don't want to wake in His arms, I want the chance to never sleep again cause dreaming takes us to far away places where He may not always get to follow. Shakespeare said it best, "To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil," sleep is a sort of death in time away. Away from strong hands and soft caress, secret glances and stolen smiles. sleep is time wasted, time away from happiness some may never get to know, so while others watch the sunset and sip their wine sliding into nights warm loving arms, let me head east with Him! Chasing the sunrise as the warm sun kisses soft skin and evading sleep once again. Meet the sun with smiles so this day, this moment here and Now may never end 

~babsyface~

DARK ROSE by babsy

Dark Rose

There’s this ugly place inside I sometimes know,

I have this passenger, a darker side that likes to show

It’s not somewhere many get to go,

It’s where the sun can’t reach and thorns grow,

My confidence wilts, although it feels so wrong,

I’ve held it in painfully long,

It sometimes makes me feel so alone,

Sitting there lost in thought the hedges spread,

Light seeps through and hands warm and strong pluck me,

Take me out of my personal hell,

Shy away from demons that have kept me company,

I am small and in need of a guiding hand,

Every time you hold me I’m reminded of who I am,

And where all these feelings began and must end,

This place is shy and alluring at times,

Despite the shadows it’s comforting to me,

A way to hide what I really need,

You tell me what is real, 

And how my moods they always change,

Yet you hold me, wrap me up and remind me I am strong

SHADOWS by niamh {PP}

Shadow dancers in the night

Undulating in the candlelight

Images entwined upon the walls

Decadent hunger in their rise and fall

Emotions captured in silence, needing no name.

Unspoken testament to passions eternal flame.

Shadow dancers in the night

Embracing sweetly, holding tight

Loves performers held in thrall

Wordless flames, witness to it all

Shadow dancers in the night

Breathing softly in the firelight

Interwoven in their sleep

The bonds of love, strong and deep.

I KNOW SOMETIMES by Destiny

I know sometimes that things seem rough

And you feel like you've had enough

Im not always there to hold your hand

but i do truly understand

Don't let our love cloud your decisions

hold on tight to all your visions

The road ahead may seem too long

You can ride it just be strong

Don't ever think that you're alone

you have my heart its yours to own

Im there with you with every beat

remember this until we meet

Please keep your faith and hold on tight

I know that you will do what's right

And just in case u do forget

I love u Baby no regret!

Destiny © 30/07/2012

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MY LIFE by Destiny

just another day in my life

feeling the struggle and strife

I am hurting inside and out

i want to scream i want to shout

i hope and pray for better days

i walk around in such a haze

why don't you love me like you should?

i would leave you if i could

you put your hands on me once more

and i will leave this time for sure

my babies mean the world to me

ill protect them to the end you'll see

i can absorb this hurt and pain

but tell me what is it that you gain!

Im crying alone on the floor

and still you hit me...just once more

my screams and cries for help are loud

but drowned out by the noisy crowd

one day you will know how i feel

u sealed your fate in this done deal

karma will come back around

and bite you hard without a sound

and i won't be right by your side

just take it all in your stride

i know one day i will be free

I'll show you all just watch and see

that i can find another love

set them free... and release the dove

Destiny © 20/07/2012

ONE DAY YOU WILL EMBRACE ME by Amaranth

One day you will embrace me

I will discover your warmth 

as you shroud me

I will discover your comfort as you envelope me

One day you will embrace me

I will find safety and solace within you

My mind will quieten as you sooth me

One day you will embrace me

You will cherish all that I am

all that I was

You will love me unconditionally

One day you will embrace me

Take my pain and all that has caused it

Give me comfort and peace for eternity

My destiny is to be within your embrace

The deepest darkest place

I covet that day, the embrace of my sweet, warm end

Amaranth

16 July 2012

PASSION by Ms. red

Passion is a very fragile enigma, that once lit, will not be quenched. It's in your soul, but it can only be brought out by a stimuli, whether that be someone who unlocks it, or your own fire. It cannot be controlled, (for I have tried many times and have not yet been successful)..it is a living thing, and stays dormant till awakened. One cannot be blamed fully for their actions while under the influence, it acts on it's own. It is one of the most potent drugs, the most powerful weapon, the most dangerous poison. You cannot gain it or work to achieve it, it is something that one has. People that have passion are often melancholy, as I am, controlled by moods, deep thinkers. Desire and drive move them, possess them, we are slaves to these things. We do not follow common standards, our minds our free because of the fuel that drives us. It is a shackle and a vice, it becomes a prison at times, controlling the mind and never shutting down. It has controlled mine, and will not die. When acting upon it, there is No greater release. The addiction of the release is what drives you, won't let you sleep. Fragile until awakened, then a spiders web of steel.~M.N.

KNEELING by brookee

'Kneeling in only what she was born in,her hair cascades like that of a black waterfall to her shoulder and slides down past her breasts. Her graceful,elegant neck exposed. Not a whisper of sound escapes her lips. Her body tingles with excitement for today she will forever be owned and oh! how she rejoices; heart exploding with gratitude and love. Movement behind her: wind caused by the unraveling of the leather,discernible to her trained sensitive ears,causing her breath to cease. It slides around her neck smoothly and warms her soul. Locked,secure around what is now His property,He saunters around her,possessivness evident in His eyes. Taking a deep silent breath of relief, she looks up in to her beloveds' eyes,smiling ever so slightly and whispers :'Thank you Master.' '

SILENCE By Anonymous

Silence 

Your words slash right through me

Stinging worse than any whip 

Your aloofness baffles me

Leaving me cold and empty 

Tears unshed with thoughts of you

Longing to feel your arms 

To know you still care

I walk away in silence

Knowing the answer by your actions

Hidden away like a dirty little secret

Buried deep with in my soul

My heart has been shattered by you

A million tiny pieces spread around

Not knowing where to start 

Picking up the pieces 

Knowing it was torn all apart

Head held high 

I walk away in silence

Looking back in time

I know I will see this differently

But for I know what I must do

Though it hurts so much

And is the hardest thing for me

Its time to walk away in silence

By Anonymous, 7/13/2012

REACHING by brookee

Reaching up slowly she touches her bare virgin neck and finds herself overwhelmed with hoplessness. She let's her fingers continue upwards to her lips,lingering as memories assail her. Her hands fall to her lap ,her head bowing at the same time and a single tear escapes,sliding down her cheek and falls on her palm. Regarding it with slight curiosity...one tear. Single...all alone. Darkness reaches with greedy fingers and takes hold,choking the warmth from her body. Desperately looking around for safety,for warmth ,for comfort but only darkness is present. It siphons her soul until only an empty shell is left. Numb...numb is good.

FOR EVEN I AM SUBJECT by brookee

FOR even I am subject to the terrorising of ones own mind...

there's no escape from the constant trudging of the endless thorn covered fields...Only solace comes in the happy souls one created...Only determination of seeing those glimpses of fleeting sunshine do I continue...until one day,peace will consume me...And I shall weep with joy'

HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT by Amaranth

You ask me to unblock you

But I can't

You ask me to answer you 

But I can't

Friends beg me to talk to them

But I can't

You ask me why

I can't answer

You tell me I owe you

But I don't

You ask me why

I don't know

You ask me to be with you

But I can't

You ask me to love you

But I do

I always will

My heart belongs to you

My love for you will die when I do

You ask me if I'm O.K

I can only nod through floods of tears

Am I sorry for letting you go again

Always

Amaranth

13th July 2012

I'M TIRED by Destiny

Im tired of these silly games

And i don't have to give no names

For those of you know who you are

Im not impressed, no not by far

You think its right to mess about

Im on to you that's no doubt

What makes you think I wouldn't know

Our friendship will no longer grow

I see this coming time again

Im tired of you stupid men

Please stay away from me for now

Or this will end with a big row

I saw it coming long ago

when your feelings began to show

You're not the first and not the last

you're now a person from my past

Don't look for me don't even try

Because you will get no reply

I trusted you, you lied to me

Our friendship died, you lost the key!!

Destiny © 31/07/2012

AWAKENING by Amaranth*

Awakening

Grabbing a cloak to cover my naked form I cover the snakes writhing from my skull, instructing them to quieten in my mind so not to arouse suspicion. As I glide effortlessly I call to my bethren, soon behind me snakes of every form are following my path.

It seems no time has passed as we reach the outskirts of the city. The smell of dirt and sweat and decaying food breeches our fine nostrils. Man the dirtiest being. I hiss as I consider my plan.

With my mind I instruct my brethren to wait for my call. I hear impatience and disquiet at missing the sport, but with a hiss show them I need to be human to gain entry for us all.

I approach the guarded sealed gate, head hanging low, cloaked completely I am stopped by a burly sweaty man. I expose my flesh to him briefly. In the dark he cannot discern its true form. To him I am some exotic beauty offering my wares. Smiling a vulger toothy, blackened grin he drags me round the corner. Once out of sight he pulls back my hood. I raise my head to meet his gaze. When I come out of my trance mere seconds later my snakelike tongue whips round my lips in satisfaction as I see he is locked in a silent scream. His stone body showing his vulgarity for an eternity.

I cover myself again and call to the bethren as we slide through the city gates, letting my cloak fall from my head. Walking with pace my cloak billows behind me revealing my beautiful scaled amazonian form, serpents forming my hair writhing and snapping.

With each challenge to my presence a statue appears, leaving some to see the devastation through eyes forever encased in a stone body. Watching as my brethen take those that I leave. Sliding over their bodies, choking them, biting with deadly poison. The creshendo of screams, I was sure my Master would hear from the castle. I laugh, touching myself as the pleasure of the pain of others takes over me.

I suddenly notice the silence, no screaming. Glancing round I see statues and sleeping snakes. They had feasted well. A quiet unmistakable sob is heard, I follow the sound.

I enter a courtyard a circle of snakes surround a couple of true beauty and elegance. She is crying softly. He stands next to her crestfallen, defeated, sword hanging limply from his hand. I smell blood of my brethren, a strong stench eminating from his sword, covered the full length of the blade. I hiss in anger, flying at him in a rage, I pummel him hard, sending him reeling from my relentless pounding, grieving for each of my family that gave themselves to his Sword. Grabbing the sword from his hand, I lick it clean of their blood, taking on the strength of my fallen ones.

He is wise, he avoids my eyes. I watch him, thinking for a moment. Seeing as he inadequately tries to comfort her. I hiss, throw my head back and laugh rauchously. I take the cord from the neck of my cloak, letting my full form be exposed and tie it tightly around her neck. "you will make a great gift for my Master" I hiss. Her sobs quicken as she shys away from my beautiful dark harlequin scaled skin.

With one swift movement I drive the sword through his abdomen, screaming "kill him". My brethren cover his body as I march his beloved away dragged by the cord around her throat.

Snakes, human remains and statues fill the streets of this once proud city. I march the sobbing girl back to My Lord. Bringing her through the door, I present her as a gift


Amaranth
6th June 2012

WHISKEY AND ROUGH SEX by Amaranth*

Whiskey and Rough Sex

He walked through the front door, dressed in a fine suit, he dropped his briefcase to the floor with his mac. He looked exhausted. With barely a sound, a petite woman appeared from the shadows, naked but for a leather collar around her neck with one single D-ring. 

With her appearance he instantly brightened. Smiling down on her fondly as she kneels at his feet, greeting him in a manner that was now second nature. "You may go about your duties girl" he instructed gently.

She rose gracefully, retrieving the discarded mac and case, she stows them in the closet. She returns to his side and without a word she removes his jacket and tie, placing them neatly on a nearby chair. She then removes his cufflinks and folds his shirtsleeves up to his elbows with an ease that defies the exact precision. Undoing two of his shirt buttons. Finally kneeling to remove his shoes. Placing them neatly under the chair. She stays kneeling by his feet, eyes downcast, awaiting the next instruction. "The Lounge" was all he croaked, coughing.

She watched as her Master dissappeared down the hall, still coughing, with a concerned furrow etching across her delicate brow. She  silently stole away to put away the clothing. In the bedroom she retrieved her clamps from the bedside drawer. The clamps consisted of two nipple clamps and a clit clamp all chained together so they met in the centre of her breasts. A lead could either be attached directly or they could be attached by an additional chain to her collar. This was her lounge wear. 

Standing in front of the mirror she massaged her nipples into two large, hard buds, applying the nipple clamps, breathing deeply as the pain came through as she screwed them into place. Next she positioned herself on a chair, aroused by the pain in her nipples, she instantly started rubbing her clit frantically, watching herself in the mirror. As she got increasingly aroused she applied the clit clamp. "Good girl" came the voice across the tannoy, "now a little extra for my drink tonight". 

With that she inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and thrusted them deep inside. Removing carefully, she stood, checked herself in the mirror, "perfect as always", came the metallic clang of the tannoy. She smiled briefly as she departed the room.

Sliding into the lounge, she went straight to the drinks cabinet and retrieved a half full bottle of whiskey and a fine crystal tumbler. "You may bring the bottle" came the deep voice from the leather couch. She trotted over to him and presented the tumbler, which he took, she then poured a generous slug of whiskey, stirring the amber liquid with the two unwashed fingers from her pussy. He grabs  cunt and pulls her forward, sucking those two fingers seductively. "Mmmmm, such a good girl" he purrs.

He downs the whiskey in one, spluttering as he switches the tumbler for the bottle. Come sit on Daddy's lap he instructs. She obeys readily, sitting sides-ways so she could lay back easily as required. With the mouth of the bottle he pulls the chain closest to her right nipple clamp. She yelps as the shock of pain. Looking at her with adoring eyes, "relax lil one" he drawls, "Daddy has been thinking of pleasuring you all day, this is for your pleasure, just enjoy where your body takes you".

She visibly relaxes back onto his arm, watching as he gulps down the last of the whiskey. Using the mouth of the bottle he then pulls the left nipple clamp. This time she didnt yelp but it as clear she is supressing the noises of pain. Her eyes start to mist but only breaks into flood of tears when he pulls the clit clamp hard.

She lets her breathing control the pain but as her Master continued pulling each clamp in turn she found the line between pleasure and pain that she rides so often. Breathing deep and slow she lets out a small moan sign enough for him to raise the stakes.

He sets the bottle on the floor and retrieves a small paddle from the table. He prises her legs open and strokes her pussy with the handle of the paddle. "What do you want lil one", he coos. "Pain Daddy" was her spluttered response. "Louder" he commands, sliding the paddle handle into her pussy. She lets out a groan and shouts "Pain Daddy!" With small circular motions he says quietly, but firmly "tell Daddy exactly what you want, exactly".

"I want you to hit me, beat me, make me bleed. Slap me, cut me, bite me. Bite my pussy drink my cum as you drink my blood. Consume me Daddy". She felt his bulge growing at her words and with increased confidence she continued: "I want you to own me, rape me, take whats yours. Fill my ass with your thick hard dick and stretch me, make me cum over and over for you. I want to be alive".

He slapped her face hard. "You forget yourself girl, who am I!?" She was visibly shocked by this command, this is not how they had played before, reeling from the slap, she shook herself to recover. "I, I, I" she spluttered. He rolled her off him, not seeming to be bothered as she screams in sudden excruciating pain. The paddle had jarred, stabbing her pussy before falling out. Watching carefully she was satisfied that no harm had been done. "Who am I!" he roars. "My, my Master" she stammers.

"Good" he grunts as he pulls her up by her hair. Looking straight into her eyes he grabs her pussy. "Who's is this?" he barks. "Yours Master" she responds confidently. "And these?" he questions as he yanks the chain pulling her nipples. "Yours Master" she whimpers. He throws her to the floor, using enough force for her to slide against the wall, landing in a crumpled heap. "So, who...", he say, squatting in front of her face, "who decides what happens to you?", "You do Master" she responds, now quizzacal as to why she has angered him so.

She is suddenly aware of the coppery smell of blood close to her. Swallowing hard she realises her lip is split. She licks the swelling, cleaning the blood, awakening her senses to the pain that is turning into the delicious stinging ache she covets so much. She knows she is very wet and concludes that maybe her Master was trying to arouse her in the quickest way he knew would work, physical abuse. She shudders with pleasure at this thought.

"Stand and bend over the table". She did this hurridly, still a lil preoccupied by her Masters sudden rage. She hears the tape being ripped from the roll and hisses as her breasts are pushed hard against the table as she is taped tightly to it. Pain surging through he body she realises that the wetness running down her legs is cum, her body was so alive, already her juices were flowing free. 

She couldn't see what was happening behind her but the anticipation was sending flutters through her clit. She suddenly felt cold glass against her pussy and her legs are forced to open wider. It feels like something flat and cold is simply being rubbed there but then feels pressure as something huge is pushed into her.

"It's ok baby, Daddy's got you", he coos. "You're so goddamn wet, I know you can take this bottle". She whispers "thank you Daddy" as he eases the bottle into her, knowing he is using the neck as a handle. He keeps easing, adding more lube until about half the bottle was sticking out of her. "Mmm baby, you are a good girl". There is a brief knock at the door and a cloaked figure enters. Her Master doesnt even glance in their direction, he instructs definitively: "Just pound her with the bottle, I want her ass".

The thought of her Daddy's huge member pounding her ass sent the next wave of shudders coarsing through her. This natural lubricant aide the bottles journey. She feels it slide in further.

Next she feels her Master's strong hands spreading her ass as he pushes his thick dick into her. Pushing against the resistance until until he fills her fully. Her mouth is open in a silent scream relieved when he suddenly grunts and the pounding begins. Her Daddy's cock filling her ass while the glass bottle fills her cunt. Waves of pleasure wash through her, she laughs when he grabs her hair, snapping her head back. "Yes!, I knew you would like that, my nasty, dirty little girl. Don't you love it lil girl?". "Yes Daddy, thank you" she gasped.

"I'm gonna cum in your tight ass" he sings. She groans loudly as this thought sparks though her pleasure riddled brain. Suddenly gushing with a need for her Master to fulfil this. "Oh please Daddy fill my ass, I want all of your cum in my ass. I love when you fill me". Leaning forward he whispers, "Good girl, remembering to say please now".

The relentless pounding continues, she is completely spent and can only emit pleasured moans as she rides her wave. She is lurched from her reverie as she hears him scream "thats it baby; god your ass is good!". Suddenly she feels the pulsing of his dick inside her, filling her. "Thank you, thank you thank you", she mumbles as he withdraws and the bottle is removed. "My bedroom, half an hour, clean" he instructs as he leaves.

The cloaked stranger bathes and dresses her, tending to her gently, leading her to his Lord's room once ready. Inside the room was her cage and bowl as well as a small cot next to the bed. "You will sleep in the cot tonight", her Master pauses momentarily, "you will share my room from this point foward". She beams with happiness, she knows this is a great honour, she is now his chosen one.

"Come here baby" he instructs, patting the chair next to him. She climbs carefully and relaxes as he takes her in his arms. "Are you ok?" he asks, she thinks for a second and nods slowly. "Good girl" he says softly, stroking her hair. "Never forget to say please again". "I won't Daddy, never again, promise", she makes this pledge with her hand on her heart. "I know lil one, you're such a good girl". "Thank you Daddy" she breaths, as she enjoys lying close to the man she loves so completely, "thank you very much". He sighs, contentedly.

Amaranth

17th June 2012