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Vee said:
Aurora

The tantalizing waves of zephyr
flitter, sultry
under the honeysuckle vine
gently swaying the blushed petals
awakening senses amidst tendrils;
chasing diminutive dreams
into shadows of the night.

My eyelashes
ladened with stardust
ignite
from the meteor showers
of rapture.

Your warm breath,
a soft caress on my bare shoulders
an afterthought for kisses
lingering in trapped crevices.  
Enveloping me,
from the cool of the night
filtering from the obscure screen.

I tremble
seeking your warmth
just a finger      tip
away. 

Within the realm of your face
sinful thoughts, submerge
beneath the enigmatic moonlight
in dormant tranquility
concealing flames of fire and passion
in veiled eyelids;

the urgency of infinite loop
looping
us to the present.

My thoughts invade your dreams
lecherously ploughing
your dewed flesh,
arousing perpetual rhythms
of moon spun titillation
over infinite constellations;

sundering, dark and light
into abstractions
of euphoric detentions.

You stir gently
meeting my stare
holding me
in an eternal mirage

and

I see my reflection
in your eyes
the dawn of light
in your gaze.



Love is giving something you haven't got to someone who doesn't exist. ~Jaques Lacan~

I know what it is to have such dreams and visions as these. *Sigh* And more oft than not, they leave me longing for something fair, magical, and wonderful that I know I am still seeking in life but never give up on trying to find. Sometimes I think myself a hopeless romantic, but other times I realize were I not romantic I would not be me. ;)

Thanks vee and Jessica. You’re on a roll! Beautiful reads

“No” Just Doesn't Work For Me
The Silence, Was The Beginning Of This Tragedy.
 
What A “Tragedy” Indeed, But I Think You Meant Triumph.
 
No Voices, For They Fell Upon My Ears Like White Noise.
 
Silence Is What Keeps The Moment Ever Lasting.
 
Familiar Faces, Same Scenery.
 
I Can Make Things More Interesting.
 
To Ignite What Laid Within Me.
 
Can You Hear The Flames? As They Roar From The Depths Of Hell.
 
As Their Lips Moves With No Sounds.
 
Precious Mouths With No Words To Be Spoken.
 
I Stood There, Like The Killer.
 
Yes, But Aren't We All Monsters Among The Weak?
 
With The Soon To Be Prey.
 
Just A Devilish Fling.
 
I Beg To Spare Them The Agony.
 
Satisfy, The Never Satisfied Thirst.
 
Unfortunately, To Their Demise.
 
The Privilege To Have The Light Flicker Out.
 
I Felt Nothing During The Moment.
 
Nothing Is But A Sweet Benefit.
 
I Had No Empathy, Relations With These People Faded.
 
Ties Were Made To Be Broken.
 
As The Sinister Feeling Sunk Me Deeper And Deeper.
 
Drowning You, While Raising Me.
 
The Weight Of What Had To Happen Came To Be.
 
I Can Take It All Away, With One Clear Answer.
 
It Wasn't You, Its Just Me.
 
It Was All But Just An Mean To Extinguish Some Ever Growing Urges.
 
No Restriction Was Presented.
 
No One Here To Hold It Back.
 
It Was All Left To My Decision.
 
Let The Locks Unhinged, And The Chains Unshackle.
 
So No Apology For What Was Meant To Bring Forth To Surface.
 
It Was A Prolonged, Repressed Desire.
 
I Let Go My Grip, Suddenly It All Sank In.
 
And I Grabbed Hold Of What Was Set Free.
 
My Hand Reached For The First Person Nearest To Me.
 
His Head Fit Quite Nicely In My Palm.
 
Down He Went To Greet The Cold Hard Ground.
 
As The Sensation Of Crushing It, Was Much More Satisfying.
 
Next The Woman Beside Him, Her Face Turn To Static.
 
Identities Are A Form Of Un-importance Now.
 
It Didn't Matter, I Was Going To Finish What I Had Started.
 
I Shall Make It A Remember-able Closure To Such Horrific Act Of Violence.
 
With No Repercussions, And No Emotions To Discontinue Otherwise.
 
Nothing, What A Bitter Sweet Benefit As Rewarding As The Wait.
 
She Soon Met The Same Fate As The Man Before Her.
 
What Was Built Up, Now Brought Forth To Fester.
 
Next The Third Made The Floor A New Home.
 
And I Made My Comfort In Delivering Them To It.
 
Everything In Which I Had Done To Them, Seemed To Have Been In Slow Motion.
 
A Melody Has Its Chorus, Let The Tune Sing Its Beautiful Song.
 
Like The Evil In Which I Had Committed Lasted For Years In Mere Seconds.
 
I Only Hoped That This Would Last For An Eternity.
 
For What Was Done, Was An Unholy Act Against Life.
 
No Asking For “Forgiveness”, For What God Can Cleanse You Of This Sin?
 
As I Stared At The Profound Product Of What I Decided.
 
“Destroy What Destroys You”.
 
I Turned Around To Find A Solid White Door.
 
Certain Things Need No Explanation.
 
Turning The Knob, I Wondered.
 
Normality Has No Idea How Wonderful The Darkness Really Is.
 
Is This What It Means To Finally Set The Monster Free?
 
Like Poe Said, “The Scariest Monsters Are The Ones That Lurk Within Our Souls.”
 
For, The Simple Word “No” Just Doesn't Seem To Work For Me.
 
Everything You’re Running Away From, Is Really Just You Behind A Mask.
 
And The Mask Is Denial.

Just As I Am, Isn't Socially Acceptable
It Began With Words, On Subjects Of Many.

I Ascended In Thoughts, That Wont Know The Touch Of Reality.

Following The Mindless Notions, Presented Emotions.

Like Before I Ignored Them, This One Became Different.

I No Longer Battled The Demons Or My Inner Monsters.

For I Accepted What I Hated.

What Destroyed Me On The Inside.

Refrained From Morals And Empathy.

It Was Pointless To Repress, To What I Am Internally To Do Without Restraints.

For That Long Moment, I Extinguished My Darkest Fantasies.

This Is The Only Thing That Gives Me The Chance To Feel Free From Formalities.

And The Only Thing I Need To Understand, Is That I Have No Emotions Or Ethics To Show Remorse Towards Another Agony.

Someone Pain, Became My Comforting Source.

Till I Stopped Lingering On These Thoughts, Coming To Know That Isolation And Repression Is Un-interesting.

Reasoning Is Almost Boring, Calling Nightmares Home.

And So I Stepped Beyond The Walls Of What Is Acceptable.

No More Fear, No More Pressure.

As I Overdosed On The Sins In Which Bare My Attention.

Snap!

I Was Brought Back To The Surface, Force To Swallow The Harshness Of What Society See's As Normal.

So I Sit Here, Suffocating, Choked Up, And Hung Upon A Highest Tree With A Fitting Rope.

To Continue On To Desire And Long For What I Cant Have.

Just Once, I Want That “Light” To Blow Out.

For I Am Not Afraid Of What Lies In It, Because The Dark Is Afraid Of Me.

These Pieces Don’t Fit Quite Right
I’m A Candle With No Scent.

I’m A Word With No Meaning.

I’m A Flower With No Petals.

I’m A Glass With No Reflection.

I’m A Picture In Which Has Been Burned.

Worth Has No Entitlement.

Quality Doesn't Exist Here.

Me, Ain't Quit Enough.

I’m A Star With No Shine.

I’m A Bird With No Wings.

I’m A Cloak With No Time.

I’m A Music Box Without A Song.

I’m A Fruit With No Taste.

Achievements, Are Of Unimportance.

Dreams A Useless Wish.

Communication Is But  A Silly Little Game.

How Can One Be Whole, When Pieces Are Missing?

Most Importantly What Actually Fills Them.

Will The Proportions Be Acquit?

Or Will It Be Less Then What Is Deserved.

Told To Brush Of These Words With The Dust.

When They Are As Deadly As Weapons.

I Rather Be A Grave With No Name.

For “I Am The Designer To My Own Nothing.”

Today Just Isn't The Same As Yesterday.

That Overwhelming Feeling Of Being Lost.

Is Profoundly Present Among The Separation.

Away From Reality, I Remain In My Subconscious.

Suppressing My Darkest Temptations.

Keeping The Pain At Bey, Its Almost Like Heaven Just Hates Me.

Its More Like Being Broken Down Into Ash Then Pieces.

Wastelands Become Accompany By One.

And I Am There Attendant.

Through This Thin Glass Barrier, I'll Reside In My Isolation.

So Slip Far From What I Am Not And What I Will Never Be.

Leave Me With That False Illusion That I Belong To Something.

For A Lie Is What Hides A Bitter Truth.

So Please Continue To Play With Me, Like A Fool.

Without Direction.

Tell Me, If I Am Nothing Then What Am I?

The Throbbing-Torn Heart, (Erotic Taboo Ver. Of Tell – Tale Heart) ! extreme content !
I Have Been Nervous For A While.
 
The Nights Are All The Same.
 
Waiting In The Dark, Starring Through The Slightly Open Door.
 
To Your Bedroom, Your Chamber That I Have Come To Know So Well.
 
I Live With In Your Care.
 
Such A Gentleman You Are, I’ll Admit You Are Fairly Attractive.
 
But, There Is Much That Hasn’t Been Said, Or Rather Noticed.
 
With All The Writing I Have Done, I Let You Gaze Upon The Poetry First.
 
That Spills Out Like The Fluids That Seep Between My Thighs.
 
You Never Seem To See That “Part” Though.
 
It Won’t Really Matter Now.
 
You Sent Me Into A Frenzy, Which I Have Come To Contemplate A Plan.
 
To One Night Unleash My Fantasies Upon You.
 
While You Slumber, For Each Night I Watch You.
 
To Gaze At Your Toned Body And Handsome Face.
 
You Don’t Hear The Noises Of Ecstasy I Make.
 
Dipping My Fingers Within The Sweetest Of Spot.
 
Violating You In My Most Sexual Of Thoughts.
 
Did You Know That I Have Been Entering Your Room Now?
 
I Have Started To Make My Way Closer To You.
 
Each Slow And Steady Foot Step.
 
A Small Lit Candle That Lights My Path, This Particular Night.
 
You Heard Me, The Noise Of Which My Damp Fingers Had Made A Slight.
 
Slapping Sound, For I Was Playing With My Flower.
 
A Bit To Rough, I Stopped.
 
Frozen In The Most Odd Of Positions.
 
Merely, Bent Over And Valuably Un-Covered.
 
For My Night Gown Was Lifted Upwards.
 
And My Panties Laid On The Cold Floor.
 
You Raised From Your Bed.
 
Looking For What Had Made The Sound.
 
The Pitch Black Was My Friend At The Time.
 
Hiding Me From You.
 
Your Room Only Had One Window, Which You Had Kept Shut.
 
You Always Hated The Sun Waking You In The Morning.
 
You Were Un-easy For You Didn’t Go Back To Sleep.
 
Till 30 Minutes After, So I Made My Retreat.
 
And Left You For That Night.
 
But Tonight I Have Gotten Inpatient.
 
I’m Eager To Finally Have You Inside Of Me.
 
Primarily, Excited To Have You Penetrate My Waiting Pussy.
 
Im At Your Door Again, Except You Had Locked It This Time.
 
Trying To Catch Some Sort Of Glimpse Of You.
 
Through The Key Hole.
 
I Grew Angry, So I Went To The Kitchen.
 
To Find Something To Unhinge The Lock.
 
I Found A Knife And A Small Paper Clip.
 
Walking Back, I Hide The Knife On The Side Of My Underwear.
 
Then Proceeding To Pick Lock The Door.
 
It Gave Way, You Had Heard Me.
 
Shocked, I Couldn’t Say A Word.
 
For Your Eyes Were Fixed On Me.  
 
And Mine On You.
 
Silence Suffocating The Moments Pasted.
 
You Then Pulled Up My Dress, Exposing The Knife I Had.
 
And The Damp Spot That Soaked My Panties.
 
You Gave A Slight Grin, Then Took The Knife Away.
 
Un-Sheathing It.
 
Grabbing Me By The Forearm, You Then Forced Me On To Your Bed.
 
Placing The Knife Above My Left Breast, You Cut Away At My Garment.
 
Leaving It To Shreds.
 
The Tables Have Turned For Me, For I Know What You Have In Mind.
 
Now Half Naked, Laying In Your Bed.
 
You Started To Undress, Putting On A Private Show For Me.
 
Which Causes Me To Flush A Bright Red.
 
“Now, If You May Please Remove Your Panties For Me Ma’am. And I Do Insist You Do The Process Slowly.” He Claimed In A Settle Tone Of Voice.
 
I Did What Was Told, And Followed His Every Command.
 
For It Had Brought Him Great Pleasure To See Me In An Embarrassing State.
 
He Got Me Where He Wanted Me.
 
Merely, Frightened And Scared Of What Was To Come Next.
 
He Gave A Well Assuring Kiss.
 
But That Was The Deceiving Part.  
 
For He Had Started To Violently Thrust Into Me.
 
Causing Endless Waves Of Pain And Pleasure.
 
Throughout  My Small Petite Figure.
 
My Moaning Were Now Small Shrieks.
 
But He Begun To Kiss Me With The Most Passionate Of Ways.  
 
It Was Like He Was Doing This To Say Sorry For My Now Bruised Body.
 
This Went On Through The Night.
 
Making Rough Love, a Sweet Delight.
 
We Must Have Had Many Moments Of Ecstasy.
 
Which Has Left Me Weak By Morning, Motionless.
 
But He Held Me In His Arms.
 
Fingers Intertwined With One Another.
 
In Till, The Police Arrived At The Front Door.
 
My Lover Came Back Telling Me That The Neighbors.
 
Said That The Noises From Our House Sounded Like Murder.
 
We Both Laughed And Smiled.
 
For This Was One Night That I Will Remember.

The Art Of Stretching (Continued Construction) ! extreme content !
You Desired For More.

Your Longing For The Back Door.

Searching To Explore, The Wonders Of Sexual Pleasures.

My Black Cherry Was Your Treasure.

The Pain Of Stretching The Asshole.

Unbearable To Even Measure.

So You Took Out Some Lube, Pouring More.

Rubbing It On Your Dick, Even On The Entrance.

In Which You Plan To Insert It.

First The Head, Then Half Of The Shaft.

In Which You Shoved Into My Ass.

My Butt Will Surely Be Sore.

Did I Forget To Mention.

We Were Trying To Make It Fit.

To His Delight, This Hole Was So Tight.

Patience Wearing Thin.

We Has Yet To Begin.

Starting To Pull And Push.

In And Out Of My Tush.

You Growing Close To Orgasm.

Then You Asked If You Could Cum Inside The Cavern.

I Uttered A “Yes”.

Picking Up Speed, You Unleashed Your Seed.

It Was Finally Over, Till The Next Night.

My Ass Will Be Your Daily Delight.

those words (my heart unnoticed)

Oh how I long to hear those words
said the way that I imagine
only you can say them.
I wish to feel that sweet caress
as they glide along that tongue
and dance across those lips,
wrapping warmly around my soul,
tightly holding in a tender embrace
my heart.

Frequently I think upon those words
so long held safely in my heart
and how they clumsily stumbled
across the threshold of my trembling lips,
twisting as they tumbled to the ground
dashing to pieces at your feet
unnoticed.

"Ro-Ro Rows Her Boat"


Ro-Ro rows her boat gently down uncharted streams
She can travel anywhere she wants, but only in her dreams
There she can decide where her boat oars will move her
Sailing to her happy home and a family that loves her

Circling in unknown, turbulent cold waters
Changing direction, guided by those deciding hers
Controlled by unseen hands steering her to and fro
Taking her to places that she doesn't want to go

The mystery of life she will never understand
I reach out to her but never know if she'll take my hand
I want to pull her from that boat and walk beyond the shore
Where love is real and she won't need to dream it anymore


(jj Johnson)

THE SMELL OF RAIN
Some days I smell his perfume,
It makes me think of how he use to be,
taking my freedom from my bare hands,
making me hate me,

I felt paralyzed as he touched,
powerless, stupid and weak,
my soul left my body to suffer,
he said never to speak,

how I wished to die over the years,
he made me think it was right,
every night I have sorrow,pain and tears,
I wish the memories were out of sight,

my mind took over and lost control,
all I could think of was the moment,
I took a lot of pills and alcohol,
I wanted to lose the thought but lost my soul,

it came to me as if it was a sign,
the smell of rain reminded me,
all flowers had to wait for rain to fall,
so I will wait to be happy,

I try to forget,
but it comes back again,
than I try not to break down,
and wait for the rain.

congrats yall :)