::Primordial Palpitations::

My eyes heavy like a water logged shirt left at the creak of a river in the middle of december /stiff as it begins to freeze over /but I resist this proverbial hibernation that attempts to lull me away to a different place where everything isn't quite the same but it is but your not there

So I fight dreams that cascade upon me like religious visions but I don't know how much longer I can keep them at bay with their wolves circling up over head wondering why their welcome has been taken away. I can hardly see this paper and ink that amplifies your name but I persist

Because in this space between waking and dreaming I see you so clearly
at times it makes my heart palpitate even in this current state water makes rivers dance crevices on my face. My mind's logic thrown overboard for another day.

And in this blissful sea I feel myself there even thought I can not locate exactly where you are behind these walls of waves but my spirit is like a compass and you are north. I can never get lost. It would always lead me home.

And in my avoidance of the sandman's lies I find I have not been mistaken
that I have arrived here for a reason. This space between worlds giving me access to hypertension through time and space and to arrive where you are in that room that I can't quite see all of but I feel you.

I feel you
as I fall asleep. I feel you
when I close my eyes and open them
somehow you are standing right there in mid air and is it too much to early to say that sometimes that you and this brings tears to my eyes? It's something that is. A paradox's continuum. Where in heaven did you come from?

No.
Don't answer that.
Let it be our mystery and for now there is this, bliss, I long for your kiss and the first spark of your hand sealing to my hip. I wait for this under forbidden trees and in cities of sin. I wait for this under the goddess of love's wings Aphrodite. I wait for this in the catacombs of my dreams.
I wait for this. I wait for this. I wait for this.

Please come for me.










*Image by Zoeelyn

::Vivacious Voyages::

She wasn't expecting the Captain as she heard a low whisper barely audible in her ear breeze through firing her synapses in immediate catatonic response. Her breath quickened as she jumped only slightly but just enough to cause the Captains firm fingers to wrap around the edges of her silkenly emblazed waist of fiery red holding her steady. The Captains fingers a stark contradiction to not only the color of her deeply enriched skin but flashed brightly over her waist decorating her form. A welcomed embellishment.

"Well good evening ma'am."

She turned only slightly to face this silken voice that made her lips grow parch as she generously allowed her lips to cascade over refreshing and plumping them all at once. As her eyes fell upon dusty eyes and a grin that acted as if it rested upon a sesaw she smiled to herself pleased with the butch that graced her eyes. Her black tie lay perfectly under a vest with sleeves that were rolled up just slightly signaling the encroachment of the end of the day.

It was customary that the Captain at some point during any voyage comes out on the deck to greet and welcome everyone upon the ship. At the same time being available to answer questions as they might come and also deciding who would be lucky enough to attend the Captain's dinner. This voyage in particular was quite large leaving from the bay of New York as it continued it's way down and around Florida and over to the tip of Mexico. This was day two and the Captain was still making her scheduled rounds.

She stuttered her greetings and followed as the Captain gave her a tour around the boat taking her to see little nooks and crannies and secret depots behind canvas screens and secret bookcases. She was amazed by the various spectacles in general and often found herself walking behind the Captain taking in her swagger and that look she'd give as she looked back over her shoulder. A kind of smirk.

The final destination was the Captain's deck. The Captain held the door open for her finding that place at her lower back with her hand, gently guiding her through the door, cautiously passing her over idle rope that lay on the floor and over to the main view that would make any butch jealous to stand not only next to this femme but in reverence to this view. She gasped audibly as she looked out over the expansiveness and noticed dolphins flying in the air and back into the sea causing a commotion in the ocean as if announcing they were on their way. The Captain intercepted her thoughts as she called the femme over to the helm, unlocking it, allowing her to steer the boat for a moment. The femme was amazed as she watched the boat respond to her control.

She hadn't realized the Captain had come so close behind her until her she spun around to say something and found her lips pressed to hers. At first her body resisted, not wanting to be considered 'that kind of girl' , but gave in in the end as her body loosened and fell gracefully into this butches arms. The kiss was warm and lite sending a gentle streak of lighting down her body. The electricity branching through her veins to extend to every part of her. The kind of kiss that would make lovers blush and growing in passion -in need- as the femme's hand flew up to the Captains tie, pulling at that little loose space up top, down to derail the tie from it's typical form till it dangled, two tails over hills that had yet to be revealed.

The butches nibble fingers rose from this femme's hips cupping the canyon that laid there, revealing it's self like a glorious sunrise, finding their peaks, pinching and disengaging from the kiss as the Captain pulled only slightly away but enough that the femme's breasts lifted with a slight pull. A gasp startled the femme's lips as she held onto the locked helm weaving her arms in between it's oars. The butch came closer till there was no room between their bodies as she pinched the femme's nipples harder making the blood flow find a alternative direction and causing the femme to rise to her toes as she moaned out loudly. Then with a quickness she released them relishing and bringing a different sensation all together. A tingling sort of pain.

The femme's hand flew up to the butches shirt pulling her back into a passionate kiss as her fingers scattered around the butches body to remove clothing that had once found a home, throwing it to the ground not caring where it landed at all. Her shirt split open and down her arms. Her pants zipped, down, past her ankles, with boxers hanging on the fringes in the corner. The tie still draping lightly over her breasts as the femme's dress flew free with one click at the neck and down to cherry red heels at her feet.

The butch disheartenly seperated her lips from the kiss pressing her fingers to the femme's lips to silence any objections that might come. She took the tie and passed it over the femme's eyes smirking at her one last time for all that she could see. The femme could only hear slight shuffling around the room as things were moved but remained firm to her position at the helm calming her breath and nerve as she stood too vulnerably displayed. Then she felt something very rough pass over her wrists locking them into place at the helm, down to her feet looping in between her heel, back up to her other wrist, and one single strand that looped around her throat.

Here she felt a strong pull at her neck as her fingers immedatly titlted upward in response flying into defense. But her breath is what decieved her as an erotic tremble crept along her lips. Playing with the edge of fear and possession. As the butch came back in for a deeper kiss this time the rope only tightened more until her breath was caught moving even more slowly. The butches kiss did not let up as her lips moved down her cheek, chin, to her neck suckling there and as she let go of the rope, tearing into the flesh leaving her mark. The femme's neck justed out swelling with arousal wanting more no matter how ghoulish it might appear later that night.

The mouth was not deterred as it continued to move down her body stopping only momentary at her breast to leave their mark there as well. Down further to her crescent cup that waited so patiently gathering moister and dew. Wimpers were heard from the femme as one of the Captain's hands flew up silencing her and her other lifted precious skin and began licking at her tender clit burring her tongue as far into the small space as she could. The femme's body jerked against the rope as she tried to move herself closer to the mouth that eagerly found just the right spots. She wanted to cum but the butches mouth moved far to quickly away as she stood. A low growl on her lips.

There was movement away and then back again and as the Captain came closer the femme felt something she had not felt before. Earlier. Moments ago. She wanted it. She wanted it bad and began begging loudly for the butch's cock. The Captain only chuckled to herself as she slowly undid the ropes and renewed them around the femmes wrist alone. Removing the tie that blinded the femme's eyes as well.

The femme flew into her body kissing every inch of skin she could get her lips on.

"Can I....."

"Yes..."

She dropped to her knees and as gracefully as she could she let the entire circumstance of the butches cock slip slowly around her painted lips and down her throat checking her gag reflex by opening wider. Further yet as she felt the butches hand find the back of her head.

"Just..... like...... that....."

Back and forth. The butch watched as she moved faster and couldn't countrol her hand as it clinched at the femmes hair making a mess and pushing her harder onto her cock. Taking control. Somehow the femme's finger found their way under the harness and began moving slowly over her center sliding wetness all around. The butch gasped releasing her head.....

"Come here......."

The femme rose and was immedatly flipped around facing the wall as the butch took no time spreading her legs with her own and slid her cock immediately inside of her. The femme's yell almost much too lound. One of the Captain's hand found her mouth again as the other creeped around her waist holding her against the wall as she fucked her hard with strong thrust that lifted her off the ground.

She couldn't wait much longer.

One hand found the femme's clit, her fingers biting into her hand now roughly.

"Come on.....Cum with me......Cum for me. Let me hear you. Let me feel. Show me what you've been wanting me to see. Show me."

Her fingers circled faster and as she felt the drum of the cocks base vibrate against her own clit she came biting into the femme's should causing the femme to do the same as well.

Their bodies drenched in sweat as they pulled away laughing to themselves and each other.

There was silence as they dressed separately and at the door...

"So yeah......"

"Anytime." replied the femme winking.

"You are so at my Captain's table tonight." The butch smiled that dashing smile laughing slightly to herself and opened the door allowing her way.

"Don't forget. 8pm."

"Oh.....I won't." The femme walk away smiling already preparing for tonight in her head....











*Image by Devon007

::Secret's Insincerity::

The keyboard keys clicked furiously away as strained eyes tried to focus intently on numbers and alpha-grams frantically surveying across the screen, erratic but hypnotic as they directed my eyes to swallow up the remainder of light. I tried not to fall under it's sleepy spell. I was there for something greater than lucid stimulation of my captors inequality. I was there to break the code.

I brushed back bushy eyes and deterred my attention to individual figures instead of illusive codes hidden on a panoramic screen that stretched far to wide for my eyes to contain in the abbreviated night. A clicking sound to my right put my body on immediate alert. I maintained my position with a softening to my body so I was ready to go at any moment. I swiftly pulled the usb from it's holding and slide it properly away. I rose tentatively and toward the sound I heard before.

I crept silently across to the other side cursing my necessary but not practical stilettos, their click echoed against the grind of the clocks emphatic ticking. As I approached the corner I was puzzled by the enormity of empty space that presented it's self to me and when I looked down was graced with the ironic patter of plastic teeth chattering on the ground. It was then that I knew I had been tricked.

Out the corner of my eye I saw a familiar silhouette flash by but before I knew it I was pinned to the wall, my wrists off behind me in such a fashion I had to use all my will not to scream in accumulating pain least my temporary victor think less of my immaculate capabilities.

"I thought I told you to never come here again."

I recognized the voice right off the bat gritting my teeth in remembrance of the nearly fatal time we collided in an empty room filled with black and silence except that of a strange woman's screaming voice. We had both been betrayed. Her blazing eyes signaled that she had believed it was this woman trapped inside this bulky box of ill content that had tipped off the guards eagerly giving them away.

" What are you doing here, eh?"

I glared at this familiar woman dressed in shades of black that slung over her ample form, down her curve, to her docks that dress her well worn feet. I reproachfully turn my head spitting over her shoulder to the ground with disgust.

Her knee solidly found a home at my center, slamming into me catching me off guard and remaining there massaging the dull pain that was beginning to make my clit throb uncontrollably. I tried with all my will to push her away from me calling her all sorts names, anything but the name I once loved. Annabelle. She leaned in closer, breezing my ear with her breath, elevating the pressure, hurting me, making me wet.

"Christen remember......Remember when we weren't like this.....Remember when I...." Annabelle sighed with the memory still fresh in her sense memory. There was no need to pronounce it. I knew full and well what she meant. We had been lover at one point however the last "job" cleaned the slate of that idea completely.

"Remember how...."

Her moans were bellowing deeply within my ear echoing through my body.

"Remember when I would....."

Her hands began to talk for lips that could no longer move as they slinked over my body, rounding down my face, one hand pressed at my chest crushing me into the wall, another surfed down into my inner curves. Rapidly she ripped the zipper from it's holding and arched her hand bridging it across my moistness.

I knew we shouldn't.

There were so many reasons.

But it had been so long....

Her hand roughly graped my cunt, tensing her fingers into my skin, causing my body to jump. Her other hand pressed my body away from hers into the wall that laid cold upon my skin breaking my heated sweat. Her body came closer. Closer yet....until she was flush with me. Her fingers clumsily finding their way between my folds.

"Remember......"

Her teeth came down fiercely on my neck biting so hard I swore she was cutting uninhibited skin. She was leaving her mark as she always did.I loved this as I always did and my hands flew out enthusiastically around her hips pulling her into me wanting her to suck the very nature of my being through my skin and down her very being through her to that silken hand and back into my body through her fingertips.

With her teeth still at my neck her fingers slid into filing me all at once. My own mouth seeked shelter on her shoulder biting through the black cloth, soaking the fabric with my lust, as I tried to stifle moans that could startle our surrounding's silence.

I pulled her closer to me so that her body was flat against mine. So that I could feel her pelvis against her hand.

My mind flashed back to the last time we were on a job but stopped for a moment to revitalize. Oh, I remember. My eyes flashed open as I pushed her away from me.

" You.....You...!"

"What! What do you want from me?! I told you I had nothing to do with that."

I went storming toward her with all the rage my body could contain.

She effortless forced me forward past her and onto the desk bending me over it's frame as we nearly knocked the monitor onto the floor. She pinning my hands behind my back and I squirmed but quick slaps to my bottom silenced me immediately having had put me into a space of nonresistance.

"Come on baby. Remember.......Remember us....."

I thought I had felt something earlier but now I was certain. She was packing and she was packing hard.

She reached up and ranked my pants down till they were down around my ankles only held up by the grit of my blackened stilettos.

In rapid succession I felt my bottom grow warmer and more red as smack after smack left me longing for more until I was begging. I was begging her to fuck me.

"You remember baby, don't you? You remember...."

I could feel her pull out her cock slowly and immediately she slammed it inside of me until I could feel it stretching at my walls. I yelped out grinding my nails into the desk attempting to keep my voice down but I could not be contained. She fucked me hard against that desk top as I begged more and more to cum. Her hands slapping the sides of my thighs. Her hands reaching up pulling me back by my hair as I allowed my body to arch up and I push myself further against her till I felt that fine mix of please and pain. Her cock pushing past my limits.

"Please......"

"Do you remember now...?"

"Yes. Please...."

"Cum."

I kept bucking against her with all I had as I felt her nails dig into my skin and a final moan left my lips. She collapse upon me, our breathing labored, but only for a moment as she quickly rose, tucking, zipping, reting her shoe.

I smiled at her despite myself.

"Are you going to leave now."

I knew in my heart she had nothing to do with the mishap at the last job.

"Yeah"

She strolled out the door.

"You know where to reach me" her voice bounced back at me as she left down the hall.

I quickly dressed and considered continuing what I had started before.

I decided I would anyway.

I reached in my pocket where I had concealed the vital usb only to discover it wasn't there.

She couldn't have....

"You fucking cunt...!!" I screamed

I only heard the dwindling of laughter dimming down the hall.

Yeah....I know how to reach you alright.....









*Image by FullClipz

::We Have a Love Sung Out by a Thousand Sirens:: (working title)

We have a love sung out by a thousand sirens; magnet that’s we are. And my heart is a tipsy cup waving back and forth unable to find ground cause I am your captive ready to be apprehended and held down.

I have to admit.
At times I worry I’ll never see you again.
Like my mom who abandoned me; never to say a word.
Now, though, her heart tells me different stories every time she opens that book.
It's well rehearsed.

And your heart is like a blaze striking fire in my eyes
and I’m afraid of what it could do If I allowed you inside.
I might break. I might crash. I might come tumbling down
to the ground from my tower way up high in the clouds.

And in my hand you have blossomed like a cherry tree
saying it’s all because of me, looking at me
like I am god Ra and do you know how nervous that makes me.
Do you know how nervous that makes me
to see you kneeling eyes wide
ready to face Goliath on a drop of a dime.
You say ‘you make me complete”
and it scares me with you willing to wait. So beautifully you wait.
I wonder if I am good enough for this thing we call fate.

Cause long before you I died a little inside. Same old story.
Same old lies.

When I look around and see how you have changed
my fear grows stronger unable to be erased
cause I see that your heart beats to a brand new drum
instead of tapering off to some well worn nutcracker song.
And yes you are my prince.
But not the kind we were raised up on but the kind that sees beauty in every female form, the respect you show me every time you open my door.

And you open my door.
Slicing through my body
awaking and igniting my body
and my soul.
And you fit me so well.
And I fit into you.
I’m afraid of this love and how it’s all so new.
You’re so young. What if you say, “ I forgot about you”

Just tell me stories I haven’t heard. Tell me stories of how we went around the world. Take down this Berlin wall. Cause we have a love sung out by a thousand sirens
and I’m not ready to crash. -I’m not ready to crash-.

I’d rather rise and live on. Carrying you, the heart of my song.





*Image by rustajb

::Restitutive Reputations::

When I was younger I’d eat cough drops like candy

chase bubbles til I was frantic.

Manic I’d talk to dogs when I was panicked

about how lonesome the world was at five.

And sometimes I’d try to stand beside

or above, limbering on monkey bar’s greasy arms

just to revive smiles I knew were hidden inside.

When I was ten I learned that sometimes families lie

And when I was fourteen I thought I was doing the right thing

by trying to make you smile only to realize

when I was a thousand miles away at eighteen

how horrible that state of grace,

our restive games,

and I learned how sickening was your gaze.

When I was twenty two I realized the world could care less if I cried

When I was older I’d drink lipstick kissed brandy

Chase girls like they were magic. But tragic.

A hero resolved to be her own bandit.

To neglective to ask for her own forgiveness

cause the only thing I ask is to I live it;

Life with no regret of something that was furtive

with motives that are pure untimely not passive.

At twenty-five I learned that I could no longer hid; even if I tried.

When I was twenty-six I knew I was doing the right thing

by trying to make me smile as I realized

when I was when I was zero miles away when at twenty eight

how wonderful my state of grace,

my transitive game,

and I learned how affections was my own gaze.

At twenty-eight I realized I could care less about dying.

I dress femme with a bit of swagger.

I (still) chase girls like they are magic. It’s fantastic.

I play pool like it’s orgasmic.

And sometimes I try to stand beside

Or above, limbering on monkey bar’s greasy arms

Just to revive smiles I knew are hidden inside.

When I turn twenty-nine I know I’ll learn I won’t have to lie.

*Image by Lord-Kevinz

:: I Don't ::

I don’t think of you,

In the sharp catatonic corners of my irreverent mind

Or

In the volcanic aftermath that threatens to overturn my abbreviated breath

Or

In my sense memory lines wielding my fingers involuntary to click yes. This time

I don’t think of you,

In silhouetted constructs scattered into invisibility as if you never did exist

Or

In chaste constitutions reiterating manifestations of the evolutions your love

Or

In treaded messages pinned up by broken lovers and dressed up as poetry instead.

....Or writings. Or art. Or telephone calls.

I don’t think of you,

In well worn marks where your body once fit mine

Or

In fortressed phantoms that tempt me by taking on your form

Or

In the things you once called home.

I don’t think of you.

I don’t think of you…

I don’t think of you and that dream

I don’t think of you…..

But I think of this dream that lays with me like

the combustion of eyes on fresh cake mix right out of the bowl.

It still lays emblazed on my skin, resurfacing

as we darted up toward heaven following our stargazed maze phase.

I didn’t think of reason to stay on the floor

where I sat. I didn’t think of reasons to run to brush my teeth

and slipped onto the bed instead of doing that.

I didn’t think of reasons to regret my bodies response

as I fell like a drunken lover rumbling on silken clouds,

into your warmth, and into your arm.

I didn’t think of all the benevolent trail of broken hearts

and who would break mine next.

It starts with me not thinking on how

this is still our goodbye.

Our perpetual purgatory

I have a feeling this is all a lie.

::A Lover's Decree:: Emancipated

When midnight walks upon my darkened skin I find you linquiring in the shadows of my mind and an air of resistance breezes by bringing my warm skin to a chill. But ultimately I am the joker to myself as I release and allow myself to feel your presence even though your really not here. Your smile forms like the sweet nectar of watermelon in July in my eyes as I pull you closer toward me and my heart smiles along it’s Judean trials and gratitude swells for this moment, in this darkness, where I can behold you without any contempt. Or the remembrance of anything else but this.

Your body slides on top of mine effortlessly as I feel the gravity of your frame flushing pressing my own down with my fingers left to linger over your body memorizing your tones as the internal flames lick at my parched skin.

I have not forgotten you.

My passion for you runs like an eternal well that is open allowing you access to dip and replenish yourself; hoping the fatally of being with out, will keep you around.

If nothing else.

And at night I feel you again.

I allow you to compel me to forgetting everything and remember why I loved you in the first place…. and why I still do. Letting your fingers slip into the creases of me relinquishing any hold I have left within me rapidly curling into your transparent form slipping into dreams, or memories, or dream…….

….or memories.

If nothing else.

At night I feel you…..

*Image by Xarv-Marx