halloween
and dracula's purring, heard the blood
in the next room
came a-runnin'
all courtly like,
(sabre-toothed smile
notwithstanding)
but i knew his type.
'no food here' i said.
so he left
sucker.
Month: October 2008
entre vous
I think…to answer your first question, I have to answer your last.
It's not whether these attributes bring me happiness. They bring with them moments of sinful decadence, joy, sorrow, pain, laughter. They are the same attributes that linked us together at the beginning, and have threaded through our relationship ever since; in our time together, your own values of loyalty and innocence have become principles just as essential. The pain is where these threads conflict.
For me, it has always been about balancing my hungers (and I use hunger to describe both the desires I've cultivated since I was fourteen and the manner in which I remind myself I'm alive) against the stability and comfort of friends who both love and have faith in me.
You embody both, to me.
I manage my hunger through many means other then sexual predation. My motorcycle. Trips to shows, to the mountains. Sky diving. Hand gliding. Writing.
But they complement my hunger, not satiate it.
By nature, the greater the risk and danger in an act, the sharper it is felt. And even if the conscious mind doesn't acknowledge it, you can't convince wolf otherwise.
falling in autumn
She says she can remember the scent of my skin.
On her knees, face resting against my stomach, I drown my fingers in the soft curls of her hair and ask her to draw the memory for me.
I listen, but my mind is on the language; learning to see her through familiar eyes, my gaze is tinted by self-inflicted cynicism. My touch has been forced to learn a new dialect, a deviation from the vernacular of innocence she knows so well. We had lost touch with the indulgences embraced for so long; I needed to touch the spaces it once belonged to, run fingers over ragged edges, and learn her anew.
the hard fuck
She was naked from the bottom down and I could feel the heat from between her thighs as I pressed the back of them open with my knee. The cold calculation that frames most of my actions had been lost minutes earlier when she had shown up at my door. Minutes, because it hadn't taken long after that first kiss to find the bedroom, to drag her jeans and panties over hips and legs, to turn her around and push her over the bed, my hands wrapped tightly around her wrists to keep her still.
The line between desire and need can be erased in a single touch.
It happened for me the moment I kissed her, really kissed her, when she came through the door. No games, no teasing, just a mutual imperative to be fucked.
And now she was under me and the impact of my thighs hitting her ass as I entered her drove all other thoughts from my mind. My fingers tightened around her wrists as I drew back far enough to drive into her with force and I was inside her again, hard, hard enough to make her body shudder against the bed. There was no rhythm to my fucking, just ragged intensity, and she moved with me, ass meeting each thrust so that I took her deeper, relentlessly pounding her into the bed.
the road to perdition
He comes when you need him but never when expected.
He is impatiently patient; he waits with unconcealed desire.
He will always tell the truth, but never tell you what you most want to know.
His eyes are not without kindness, but you will never understand it; even his kindness has purpose.
He will not settle.
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D'jaevle, Devil Arriving