One day you will fly to Me...

Minds and bodies entangled in a web of Lust

boundaries erased

darkness ever-flowing

souls melded

drunk off of each other's respective nectar

Metaphorically...

Spiritually...

Literally...

You my Moon, and I, your Sun

we are One...

lay with me on our canopy throne of Silk, Lace, Iron, and Down feathers

as our passion tears the very fabric of the Universe

creating our own Reality

but far from Virtual

the scars, whelps, blood-stained, cum-soaked, sweat-drenched sheets are my medals...

my plaques...

my trophies...

for your mere presence is too powerful for most

and, yet, still I can boast

that I have surpassed squeezing blood from a stone...

I have released Rapture from an Angel...

Tears Are Essential...

Sadness.
a vital emotion that allows us to express pain and loss
but when left unchecked
bottled in...
repressed and suppressed...
it can grow and become dangerous...
even deadly.
which is why we are able to cry...
tears are liquid saddness
or liquid joy...
they are an expression when you are too overwhelmed to do anything else
they keep the emotions from tearing us apart...
so don't hold back tears
they may save your life...

Mirror of Retribution...

You can never defeat me.
For you think too small
And my mind is as vast as the Universe
Ever growing.
You believe you have already won
Which is why you have already lost...
I am the product of all the negativity that has ever been unleashed on me...
All the evil.
All the lies.
All the jealousy.
All the misunderstandings...
All the pain.
All the ridicule.
All the Hate...
Turned into a Force so massive
That it cannot be described, only named.
Mathmeticians call in Infinity.
And believers call it God.
A Force so uncontrollable
That any and all natural disasters pale in comparrison...
A Force so destructive
That one single tear can bring forth your own personal Arrmageddon...

Beware, all those seek to destroy me...
For I am a Mirror of Retribution...

Time...

Time.
Immeasurable.
Infinite.
Yet strickly regulated as we have control.
If only we did...
And those who have some semblance of "power" over it
Abuse it.
Penalize you when your allotted space in "thier" time isn't being used down to the last minute. Wasting the very time they believe they are saving...
What will become of us who are under thier jurisdiction...?
Only time will tell...

unrest

chaos
flashes of strange lights
unfamiliar sounds
screams of terror
flashes of blood splatters
ear-piercing choruses of pulse-freezing death...

Empty Absolute Vanilla bottle ...

Brother Bear???

don't fall asleep drinking during a horror marathon

Blood Will Boil...

Blood can boil
With the proper heat
The heat I feel when we're alone
Thinking
Talking
The short but sweet kisses we've shared
Blood will boil
Blood will boil inside us both
With lust
And disdain for the mindless sheep of the world
With dark happiness from finding another Leader
Another Chosen
Each other...
Blood will boil
Blood will boil...
very soon...

Anticipation...

Shaking with anticipation

I think of you...

Fighting the urge to relieve the tension myself

For I wish to save this lust for you

Have you aid in my release in your own special ways

And I, you

But th pressure is building

Throbbing

I'm so tense I could pop

Burst

My body fighting against itself

Trying not to grind my teeth

Or my crotch against my desk

Or hands

Reminding myself that my resiliance will be greatly rewarded

If I hold back the explosion

And allow you to open yourself to me

And be the screaming recipient

Of the estaciatic fluids boiling from my hot springs of passion...