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

Perfect Vision

He molds my eyes to his form

So that I cannot see past

Or around

Or outside



Anything


but Him.

"Love Song" by KellyRed

"Love Song"

One breathless moment, poised
before the flight
The delicious inner struggle to give up the fight
a fist full of red curls
a hand on the back of a pale white neck
A firm caress from a roughened hand across a hot, striped curve of flesh


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Surrender

I stand on the far side of the chasm,
Finally ready to take the leap,
To cross to the other side,
And leave everything behind.

Ready to embrace oblivion,
To give myself completely,
To extinguish the whispers of doubt,
And finally silence my fears.

How can the renunciation of free will,
Feel so much like emancipation?
Yet I am ready to fly, weightless,
Carefree and magically transformed.

I crave to relinquish myself,
No longer the owner of my mind,
My heart or my body,
I give them all to him.

If I am enslaved,
I have never felt so empowered,
I vibrate with energy,
And potential.

To give myself totally over to his will,
To exist on my knees at his feet,
My cheek pressed against his knee,
A vessel for his use.

It is silent and peaceful there,
Sheltered in his strength,
Serving him, worshiping him,
Drowning in his dominion.

I slowly sink below the waves,
Submerging, submitting,
Disintegrating in the crucible of his vision,
Dissolving in the tide of his passions.

Sweet annihilation,
The inexorable grinding away of what once was,
Leaving behind perfection,
Beauty and surrender.

I no longer fear the chasm,
I no longer fear falling,
In fact I want to fall.
And I step out into oblivion.

Undertow

The wave is higher
than I thought
it sucks my feet

lifts me from the sand

turns me over
and pummels me

I roll in the waves
and the surf tries to suck me

deeper down

until I get

one
foot

back on the sand

and drag myself to shore

The Storm

In your eyes
There is a storm collecting clouds
Rolling black-blue thunder
Churning thoughts
Foaming
Fermenting
Frothing at the surface

Standing windswept and alone
At the edge of inglorious madness
Watch the storm as it approaches

Coming
It is coming
You are coming for me

Bound by the wind
Howling through my every pore
The ropes they whisper
A cordial invite to stay
Transfixed

Wallowing and reveling in its own virtue
Lightening flashes
And weaves its pretty tapestry
Upon my nakedness
In moments
Blinded by the touch
In moments
Drinking in the purity
In moments
Ethereal

Cascading down
The rain falls
Salty
Cooling my burning flesh
Hemorrhaging my vulnerability
Splaying my substance in pools at your feet

Pounding thunder
Roars within
Surging forward
Taking its want
Moving through and beyond
Consuming
Enveloping
Discarding

The heart of the tempest beats in my soul
Taken in its breast
I ride the clouds
I chase the wind
I embrace the lightening
I taste the rain
As the thunder tears me open

I am lost to the storm