slave

... I crave hands, not batteries.
Teeth and breath, not plastic.

Have you ever touched yourself while talking to me?

I might have back when...
You could make me react without having to.

We did connect a bit.

Ya, just a little. ;)

Come crawl in my lap.

I would in a heart beat.

Why do I get the feeling you would do much of what I crave?

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

You tell me... is it?
To me it is beautiful, but you knew that.

*smiles*
It's like I am supposed to... need to, want to...

I lay in bed sometimes and wonder about why I see you nude before me.

Come up with any answers?

Slave comes to mind when I allow it to surface...
How often to you feel that side of yourself?

Only ever when talking to one person in particular have I ever felt more slave than just submissive.

Is that what haunts you? That feeling of being a slave?

The connection that it would take to make me so.

I don't think you have ever said no to me.

Nope, not even when you said you would push me to my limits... and even beyond.

Would you ever say no?

I have no desire to say no to you.
...and I don't know why. I have thought about it a lot.

connection

Did you let your mind wander today?

It does everyday.

What did you think on?

Little things throughout the day... wishing things were different.

Like touching, smelling, and feeling that connection...simple? You want to feel that collar don't you?

Yes. That is a pretty big hole inside lately.

Did you feel a little better doing as told last night? Even for a moment?

Yes, a little.

It's just not wanting to do, it's that need. To be what is needed.

It's not even just the submission alone.. it's the whole picture that I am needing... a connection I am craving, along with the physical presence and giving of myself... all of it. Each part is sitting before me separately... none of it fills the void alone.

Friendship, companionship, the feel of someone in the house that cares, letting go and accepting where you need to be, having someone that gives a damn about you...

Yes..

Someone that values you... beyond anyone else.

Dammit, why do you always make me cry?

Hungry moods

I woke up hungry.

Hope I didn't wake you...

I'm okay, it will pass... always does. You are lucky you're not here.

Actually, I see it as I am unlucky I am not there.

You would be carrying the marks and feeling what I'd do to you for a while. I need to sleep I think.

Okay, my dear. I will try not to wake you again.

You are in a mood.

A mood?

I know I am, but you're in a touchy feely mood... a very submissive mood.

What makes yo say that?

Just what I felt.

I have been lately, yes.

Teeth raking across skin...

Yes, that and I want to lay my cheek on One's knee, a hand stroking my hair...

Is that all you yearn for?

No.

Did you mean to wake me that way?

I did not mean to wake you, but I was thinking of you... ... was listening to music.

Kneeling and nude, wanting.

Yes, ...the wanting. ...you have a way of turning that on full force... with your comments... questions...

I used to make you need to cum so easily.

Yes, you did.

I think I need to try and get my mind off taking you. ... I could dig my teeth into you though.

I need to sleep... ...cum for me tonight.

I will...

Good. I like that thought.

waiting

i am waiting...

claw your way in.
taste the sin of my desire for you.
rip apart the whole, discover my soul,
and feast your eyes on a heart that is true.
blood, sweat, and tears...
have been yours for years.
body, mind, and soul...
lost to your control.

do you dream?

Did you enjoy last night?

You were supposed to meet me the night before last...

Didn't you feel me?

If you thought of me as you started your day... I didn't get to bed until you were getting up.

I did think of you as I got up. I do most days actually.

You do?

Yup.

Later...

You have such dreams...

What dreams?

You don't daydream of being with the one you love, feeling total submission? How many times have you felt it when you chat with me randomly?

Honestly, I think about it all the time... It's in my head constantly. It's hard being one who's nature needs balance walking around without her other half...

Hard to walk around like that... makes it hard to concentrate. I make it hard for you sometimes, I'm sure.

When you ask questions like that, yes you make it a bit hard.

a touch

...I didn't know you still thought of me in that way... Do I still wake you with those thoughts of hunger?

yes... You've crept back into my head quite strongly lately.

Have you dreamt of a wolf?

I don't remember my dreams... I know you were in my head when I went to bed last night... As I was falling asleep... I could feel you next to me... I was just waiting... wishing... for a touch.

Perhaps tonight you will feel it... chills... whispers... warmth.
I hope so...

Don't you feel me now?

Is that you... or just my mind playing tricks on me...

Depends if your shoulders and back of your neck feel warm... It should move all over.

It is always in my neck and shoulders... then down my back... my arms... up the back of my neck into my hair and curling up the side of my neck, across my cheek.

You woke up to this before... you felt me touching you so beautifully.

Like you were there, and I woke up a second too late...

I'll be with you tonight. I need to sleep my dear, but find me.

I will...

masterless

masterless, she wills her submission from you like a thief,
and unknowingly, you dominate her.
you push a little, she pulls with all her might.
like a dance you are led to lead and only she knows the steps.

she hangs on your every word,
reading lines between lines.
holding her breath,
and willing her flesh,
to feel the sting of your touch.

masterless, she holds her submission in her hands, a dying ember,
wishing for you to breathe her to life.

do you feel me?

I need to rip my teeth into flesh...

I am in a mood.

What kind of mood?

What do you feel?

Chills up the back of my neck...

What else? Do you feel my hunger? Does your body feel aroused?

My skin has that feeling... the second before someone touches you, that anticipation of knowing a touch is coming... the ever so slight shift towards the energy you feel flowing from the other hands... yearning for it because if feels so close.

Does it belong to just anyone?

No.

Do you want more?

... you know I do.

take from me...

Did you fall asleep thinking about me?

I did. I went to bed thinking you have a bad habit of getting thoughts in my head and then disappearing on me.

Sitting there wiggling and thinking of nice things or did I take you back to those evenings when we talked on the phone and I got under your skin?

All the thoughts are jumbled together into a bigger picture now... the IMs, texts, calls...

What are you thinking now? Would you enjoy knowing I am laying in the dark nude?

I wish I was there... next to you.. feeling you breathe.

Tasting you. Hearing your heart. Dragging my teeth across skin. Releasing you beast.

Yes, yes, yes, and yes...
Would you release your Beast then?

It would leave marks on you. Force you to do things. Take you. Take your submission.

That's what I would be there for... for you, to do with as you please.
Could you keep the Beast at bay if I was there? My skin under your hands?

It would take a lot from you... you'd be the Beast's slave.

Could you keep it at bay if I was there?

No.
I'd take from you. Taste your breath... your flesh... your blood... see how far I could push you... and then push some more. Break you.

Then if you could not keep him chained... the choice is already made.
You could not restrain him, and I could not stay away from you never knowing.

Perhaps you carry those scars from my beast already...

The memories of scars not yet inflicted.

Being able to touch you and your body instantly submits and readies for me.
Do you feel it? ....the clothes burn upon your skin.
If you could, you'd be nude right now.

I would be... yes.

You are the moon..

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

Trouble

Sitting alone through the night,
Looking for trouble...
The silence creeps up on me,
Yearning for trouble...
Craving something to refresh
Wishing for trouble...
These soulful tendencies.
Longing for ...trouble.

Do you have what I need?
Can you quench this thirst I feel?
Can you bring desire to its knees?
Are you trouble?

..within you..

How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
Everything I've done, I've done for you
I move the stars for no one
You've run so long
You've run so far
Your eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Though I do believe in you
Yes I do
Live without the sunlight
Love without your heartbeat
I, I can't live within you...

sin

Hello my newest friend...
You slip sin across my lips with you sweet ruby kiss,
Whispering the Nothings I so need to hear.

ticking

Weary, the world gnaws at my soul.
Still searching, for what I don’t know.
The days seem to drag by,
...but the time, it flies.
I am complete in that I smile, I live, I learn.


And yet…
...it feels as if every other breath is stolen from me,
...the rhythm that completes my dreams.
A touch not yet felt but all too familiar,
...a part of my soul stashed away in another.

I search for that piece that may never be found,
For it’s all I can do until the clock finally winds down.

echos

He echos through my mind like some unwritten brand across my flesh.
No matter how I try, I cannot the shake the feeling of his breath on my soul.
I close my eyes, wishing to the skies to take this memory from me.
Leave me whole again, to pursue another course and find a place to call my own.
And just when I sigh and think I may be free from the words he has etched across my mind,
Here he comes once again, dancing across my vision, tempting fate, tempting emotion, tempting flesh.
And thus I sit and wait, praying against that fateful day when he sets me free once and for all...
...or finally claims me as his own.

tendrils

Time to step back, and breathe it all in.
Ideas like tendrils of smoke tickle my skin.
Wrapped 'round wrists, bound by a thought.
Obscuring the vision and clearness of mind.
They have invaded my dreams, these tendrils, I find.
Time to step back, and breathe it all in.
Consume from within and let it seep in.
The mind still fights what the soul has submitted.
But I know I have already given over to their call,
Resistance was lost as my knees hit the floor.

drown

this is the end...
a new tide rushes in and crashes over my face,
upturned toward the sun,
hoping to catch the last rays
like honey on the tongue before the end of this day.
you are the sea...
i dare to breathe in, to drown in your strength
and flood the senses with your embrace.
down into the depths i crave to sink in.
but... this is so much more
than just the surf tickling the toes
on a stroll along the beach.
this is eternity...
to let the cold sink in and warm from within,
to completely give over and just breathe you in.
a sense of panic before the kiss...
can i suffer this pain
to dance in the euphoric abyss.

for you...

Words dance across my fingertips and down onto this page.
A whisper of the rage that burns inside.
No font can show the longing, no bold face type convey the scream I hold back.
All I have is these words, and this need.
Can you read?
Do you see?
Can you see me in this pitiful poetry?

Yes, I am lonely, I will admit to that much.
And these words are my crutch that keeps me going each day.
My little way to siphon off some of the commotion that builds up inside
...and haunts me at night when the sheets by my side are empty.

But pity me not.
That does me no good,
and not want I want anyway.
Just please read my words,
and believe they're for you,
and hold in your heart what I say.

ache

Send to me angels or demons, I say.
Let loose your chained desires and upon my flesh you can play.
Taste the salt tears as they blend with my soul until it bleeds upon white sheets and stains your core.
I know you hide these thoughts, just the same as I do.
They wake you at night, leave you aching and blue.
You can almost feel the flesh under your fingers sometimes.
Almost feel another's heat upon the sheets by your side.
Does it scare you as it does me? To feel this rush?
Time to free these monsters as I ache for your touch.

haunting

You haunt me and you hurt me so...
unbeknownst to you as you sit there in your own world playing your God-like games.
Desire withdrawn, hot then cold, you lead me on.
No leash, but a leash all the same. So it goes.
Like a moth to a flame, knowing it will get burnt, get hurt...
...yet craving your words.
You haunt my fantasies, my realities are tainted since your touch.
There is no other who seems to know me so much... yet,
...you know me not at all.
And I sit here and yearn, and bleed my soul, and die a bit with every passing day.
'Yes, I am fine,' I say.
And I turn to find another way to make this pain go...
...but it's comfortable.
At least I have this much, I try to tell myself.
So close, yet so far away, so many miles, so many days...
...we go on with our lives.
You go your way, and I'll go mine.
There is no other choice.

Is there?