Beg for it (reprinted)

"Beg for it"
"Please" she whispers, "Please..."
"Please what?"
"Take me in the other room"
"Tie me down"
"have your way with me"
"I can't hear you"
"Tie me down and tease me" she pleads louder
"Go. Now. Prepare yourself"

She awaits him
excited
nervous
prepare myself?
she waits,
silent,
bare
perched on the edge of the bed

He enters
places his hand on her chest
in the spot
the spot that to them means he loves her
the spot that means he protects her
the spot that means he owns her
pushes her back
positions her

"spread out"
"Center yourself"
"No. Down farther"
she offers up the left ankle
the strap wraps
adjusts
wraps again
secured
right side
repeats
secured
she struggles
dutifully demonstrating slack
he tightens
pleased that she wants to please him

"Arms out"
she frowns a bit
they both know
it will drive her by the end
to the edge
possibly over the edge
of panic
in the end

left wrist
contained
extended
stretched
secured
stretched
tightened
repeat

right wrapped
he stands back to admire his work
and
adds
a blindfold

she pushes away
the alarm clanging in her head
ordering her to put a stop to
this nonsense
and suddenly
there
is
silence

calm

The side of the bed dips down
he's beside her
warm breath in her ear
right hand on her chest
on
that
spot

"Now"
"Beg for it"

I need...

I need You to pull me in with that soft kiss 

and gentle caress.

Lure me down with Your hand in my hair

and that particular touch of infinite care.

I need You to

unleash Yourself on me and set the Beast free.

Take me to my knees

make me

whatever You want me to be.

Push me over the edge and into the abyss

with Your raging kiss.

Down that road through blood sweat and years

Far beyond my fears

washing them away with my tears.

I need You to momentarily
rip away my humanity
to strip away the superficial.
to bury Yourself in my body
and roam through my mind.

I need You to flow through my soul
tearing away all thought and everything I am not.
Force me to my knees and smile quietly in the face of my screams
as I rest at your feet.

Take me outside of the lines
where the only word I hear is "mine"
where we exist
outside of time.

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Cease to Bleed -- by Mockingbird

It's like being fucked on a bed of glass
When you treat me like a piece of ass
The shards dig deeper with every thrust
Until they disappear


Later all the strangers say
A lonely thing, a little plain
I wonder if I'll be whole again
I wonder if I'll cease to bleed


Fuck me on your bed of glass
Treat me like a piece of ass
Their hurtful words dig ever deeper
Until they disappear


His breath upon my ear, fingers in my hair
And he says: I wonder if you'll cease to bleed
My lonely bird, just ride the pain

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Your beating heart

Lay me out on Your bed

with my head on your shoulder

the years are flying by and we are getting older.

Just let me lie here 

listening to the beating of your heart

the most beautiful sound in the dark

as your chest rises and falls with your breath

life itself signals an imminent death.

Just let me lay here forever

feeling you breath

I never want to leave.

With my head on your shoulder

hearing your beating heart

a beacon in the dark.

In some place
where I am You
and You are me
where each other is all we see
You are all I need
everything I believe in.

Just give me forever
the sound of your beating heart
here in the dark.

I want

I want
to
go back
and be
what we were
and
somehow
stop
what we are
from becoming

Bent but not broken

To bend but not break

to find out what exactly I can take

to be in that space where nothing is fake.

 Just You and me

completely open and free.

Taking a leap of faith into the familiar unknown

where I am property and You are owner.

Dive off the edge and hope to land

on that invisible bridge

as we play at the edges of reality

where what is will be

and together we are forever free.

Bent but not broken
kneeling at Your feet
waiting to hear those three little words
"you please me."

The mark of Your lips on my head
as lines burn tracks across my body
traced by Your fingertips
as You outline my soul
making me complete and whole.

No longer afraid of the words unspoken
I am...
bent but not broken.

This thing we do

This thing we do

has become a part of me

and a part of you

It is difficult to remember time before

when I was not your whore.

I know I'm pushing hard

waiting for the 'oh shit" moment

when I have no words left to fall back on that can make you stop.

Because we took another step into the abyss

and crossed another line transcending time.

That place where you say "Mine"

and I melt at your feet

in this burning heat

that washes my soul clean.

Where life is a measure of extremes 

and there is nothing in between 

you and me.

They Come To Me

in a hotel room
at lunchtime
by the light of the moon
or as the sun rises
you live in my town
or up in the city
whether i come to you
or you come to me

a mess in need
you've come for one thing
each of you
have the same in mind
you all come to me
under a guise of seduction
and the thrill of the forbidden
but in me a different fulfillment
you each will find

with your boss on your back
your fading love affair
your marriage that lacks
with money to burn
or money you saved
you buy what you want
but more than you realize
is what you get back

i see you for you
for the beauty and pain
you bring to the room
for the sensual nature
the passion that exists
the animalistic urges you release
deep within you that
you want to see again

you come clean and fresh
and eager to please
you meet an angel
who speaks on your level
who worships you entirely
who wishes only to ease your deepest sorrows
looking up at you
from her knees

when you leave my side
you feel a bit more natural
a little more alive
a lot more relaxed
okay with who you are inside
you remember you are loved
you have fulfilled a long awaited dream
we both know that you will be back

so many people look down their nose
at the supposed immorality of what i do
the service i provide considered dirty
people see what they want
and they see me as lewd
that's why they miss the underlying truth
that i offer much more than an affair
something more lasting than a brief interlude

i am an escort, a professional date
for the rich or the poor, the small or the great
large or small, there is beauty in all
i see it in every one of you
as real and honest as any girl gets
i want to lift your shoulders, your eyes,
your spirits, your pride
and the corners of your lips

Dark Sun Rising

There is a dark sun on my horizon

Rising to illuminate the journey through my dark places
                       on my knees
                                   to guide me to the thorns
I await my own dark surrender with pounding heart...
                                                                      and trembling anticipation


There is a dark sun on my horizon

Burn away my desire for anything that is not of you
                         it honors me
                                  to be more of you and less of me
As a new power dawns for me, I am undone...
                                                                      in the light of the Dark Sun

Your birthday

Today is the fifty-eighth anniversary 

of your first day on earth 

and we will celebrate your birth

without you

I will cook your favorite meal

and mom will cook your favorite dessert.

No matter how hard I try

I cannot get past the hurt.

I miss you.

Today is your birthday

and we will honor you by celebrating on your behalf.

You taught me so much

how not to lie,

the importance of integrity,

the beauty of just being myself.

Because of you

I exist.

When I watched you die

I knew that I would no longer be who I once was

Your friends looked at me like I was pieces of you--unbelievable but true.

Sitting in the dark

I saw the disappearance of your final spark

Watched your last breath leave your chest

as you settled into your eternal rest.

You taught me how to be strong

to accept nothing less than the best

you believed in me.

On your last day

you told me how much you loved me, that i was an inspiring human being

and I knew that you were proud of me for the person I turned out to be.

You were ready to leave and so we set you free

we told you it was alright to go, that we would be okay

and maybe someday

I won't miss you so much.

But today, when we celebrate for the first time without you

I only know that I am not now who I was before.

And I miss you.

Like a drug

Somehow You got under my skin

into my blood you slid like a drug

flowing through my veins with every beat of my heart.

Taking possession of my body 

You slid into my mind

transcending space and time

creating...O/our place.

Cum on in

take a walk inside my head

as i tread lightly in the footsteps of the dead.

You walked through the hallways of my mind,
found that deep dark trunk and locked my free will inside
the most well guarded place You could ever find.

And now You flow through my veins like a drug,

Walk through my dreams like some kind of fiend

poke around in my brain opening doors and creating entirely new floors.

You made me your whore

placed me at your feet

begging

Master please

no longer the tease

just a queen forever on her knees.

His Cupcake

I am no cupcake
no pink frothy frosted thing
bland and sugary
with no surprises
just
sweet
upon
sweet
upon
sweet

perhaps
a pineapple
upside down
cake
tart
old fashioned
classic
homey
her world turned on end
revealing delights
underneath.

haiku villanelle - by PL

I have turned away
From love and its games, and now
Thorns grow around me.

My first love I loved,
But she turned away, and so
I have turned away.

Loves come and loves go.
The game can get rough, and so
Thorns grow around me.

I know how to act,
So from anything inside
I can turn away.

My garden thrives, and
Every day I tend the thorns
That grow around me.

No-one can touch me,
No-one can find me.
Thorns grow around me.
I have turned away.

Dirty Hands

The angry lash over now
The guilt descends like a cloud
I wait and writhe in my own failing
Once there before you, lowered eyes
I show you my dirty hands
I felt your disappointment; I am unworthy

Striking a contrast between good and bad
So that I know where the lines stand
Tears of pain and sorrow litter my face
I plead for mercy denied and state my place
A little more just to be certain all is purged
Disobedience, distrust, guilt, all deserved

Washing my hands with a good clean soap
I lay there and become clean with restored hope
Your little girl, your pride and joy, my face wet with regret
You tell me no more fears, no reason to hide
Cleaner than a virgin I rise from my penitence
You tilt my chin, restored; I can meet your eyes

It Comes

It comes like a freight train
rushing through a mountain pass
unstoppable like a hurricane fire
reducing everything to ash

the rush of adrenaline
the power of its pure force
undeniable with all its intent
leaving no remorse behind

no stone unturned in it
nothing left to question
words unspoken still
heard nonetheless

heart to heart
beat for beat
racing forward l
ike the dawn

come on love
come to me now
bring all you have
take me down

its coming my release
from the prison
from all the pride
from all the weight

it comes sure and real
like the burning of the sun
you come for me slowly
stalking your prey

bear down upon me
wash it all away move
me to tears
show me how to pray

ill breathe you in and out
and breathe you in again
the age old connection
has come again

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The Art of the Kiss

At times

I've thought that the art of kissing

moving close

a hand caressing a cheek

that tilt of the head as your eyes flick from his eyes

to his lips

and back again

leaning in as lips graze lips

and you trade breath

and taste

until you to lose your bearings

I thought this was lost

but the kiss -- like anything else worth doing

is art

and must be practised

and perfected

and is better with a muse

Taken

I am hungry

for just a taste

of everything you are

and all that is left.

I press your lips against mine

hard enough to taste you in your absence

I squeeze your fleshy breasts

with lust you will see tomorrow

I reach inside you

pulling your soul out on the tips of my fingers

to hold and caress

while you weep for me

softly

because you are mine.

The Path

I carve

my journey

through fields of flowers

through cold deserted desert nights

through cool running waters I step lightly

through forests that close overhead

my feet hug the ground

of life's uncertain

path





certain only

that it would lead me to you






if but for a moment