Cloudy Skies

•September 11, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I like walking around with the cloudy skies.
The ambient light, the steam from my cup, and the varied skylines blur together into the fascinating shapes amidst the clouds.
And I seem so limited.  And the clouds, so un.

They hover over me like they’re waiting.
To drop, to transform, to mold into my transcendental imagery I’ve concocted during the night’s restful learning session.
They know more than I, the skies.

Like when I’ll be able to step out into the world and feel like I belong.  Like my heart belongs somewhere.  They belong to me and I to them, their chilly kisses smear over my face.  They roll around and embrace me, like a lover.

Dreams Rejected

•June 28, 2014 • Leave a Comment

My mind goes to the next encounter.
Where I come to your place, you say no, I take off my clothes, you say no, I rub up against you, my skin on your shirt, you say no. And I have to know, what do I have to do to say to get you to say yes.
When we are only connected in dreams, why do you reject me?
It’s the one safe place we can be together.
But I leave, my tears blurring my vision through the windshield.
I still love you.

Optional for Erotica

•June 21, 2014 • Leave a Comment

When I was younger I wanted to be a sexual icon.
I wanted the masses to flock to me, adore me, wait for me to say something so they could hang on to every word like it was the last thing they would ever hear.
My body redefining the standard of beauty, women in perilous envy, men rediscovering sensations they had forgotten existed.
Instead, I selected my thoughts, my words, my perverse way of looking at the world and all it’s inner workings and all it’s pleasures.
And people still hang on my words, waiting for me to say something, to do something, to look at them a certain way.
Feed your sexual ego.
Let it’s tongue graze over your body as shivers run down your spine.

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•June 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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Syn Divinare: The Magician

•June 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Manifest Destiny.
Regardless of their criticisms, their snide remarks behind your back, their judgmental looks when you walk into the room.Tigers intently protect their cubs out in the wild.
But they want the world to see their grand bloodline.
They gracefully and majestically stroll into the hot sun, one by one, in perfect synchronicity, each footprint making a deeper and deeper mark into the wet, moist earth.
Not an ounce of shame is shown as they slink into the cool waters on a hot day.
The smallest ant to the largest elephant watches their miraculous show.  They hide from no one.
You are living fire and it is of your own choosing as to how intensely you want to burn.
Utilize the tools within you to birth a masterpiece that will be talked about, analyzed, and dissected for centuries to come.
You are both the creator and the creation.
Be mesmerized by your own glory.
Pull the rabbit out of the hat and set it free.

Stepmothering

•June 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I served as an inspiration to women, the adoration pouring over me like wine at a ritual.
And my motherhood is my undoing, refilling the bottle, retracing the steps, and finding someone new to admire.
There is no worthy excuse that validates the soft range of emotions I feel on a daily basis.  My heart is torn by basic animal nature, my instinct bloodthirsty with another female’s throat on my fangs.  But her cub follows her into the wild, while this lone lioness must go her own way. 
Nature lets me mourn as she does.
Wet.

Sweet Success

•June 13, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Your breath lingers on my body as your want lingers in my mind.
Have you conquered me or have I conquered you?
I feel triumphant in our decadent marathon of post nuptial arrangements where the titillating comments drive me to the end of another day.
You are my sweet success, my indulgent reward to a life not guaranteed with a desirable outcome.
Let your lips hover over the fleshy mound that lies before you.
Enjoy your prize.
Revel in the taste of unknown conquest where your ego dictates that you have mastered all of those who came before you.
Cherish my hand running down your spine, grasping your hair, teaching your spine to move in conjunction with my torso.
You have won.
Claim your trophy.

 
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