Civilian Justice Part 2....Part 2?
Current mood: crunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

The next installment...

Time passes, but as it slowly gets busier, I hardly notice. I wouldn't even know it was nine already if Jamie wasn't creeping through the back door. She sneaks up behind me, taps me on the shoulder, and I turn.

"Come here," she whispers.

As always, my eyes go right for her tits. I've been dating her for about five months now, but I can't get her raw sexuality out of my head. Yes, she is a genuine sweetheart, but FUCK is she sexy! Without a doubt, Jamie has given me the best sex I've ever had. Amanda couldn't hold a candle before this blonde bombshell. Some days, I still wonder how she fell for a lowly scum like me.

Dressed in a long black skirt and a curve-hugging black top, there is little left to the imagination. Her blonde hair is worn up, but hangs in golden curls down her back. Her blue eyes are deep, yet radiant, and I can see hunger in them. Jamie is, quite simply, the most beautiful woman in the world to me…and she's all mine.

No one is at the bar, so the two of us creep toward the kitchen door. The night cook is out having a cigarette. We head through the kitchen, Jamie's hands unbuttoning my pants the whole way, then pop open the cooler door. We go inside, close the door, and my pants are on the floor before I realize they were even completely undone.

"God, I want you!" Jamie says.

Pulling her skirt up, I practically tear her underwear right off. I pick her off the ground by her tight ass, throw her against the wall, and kiss her greedily on the lips while sliding into her.

We have to make it quick, of course. There will be customers waiting when I get back, and Frank, the cook, will be back in ten minutes. So, I fuck the shit out of her.

"I love you, Pete," she whispers as we kiss, quickly putting our clothes back on.

"I love you too, sweet tits," I respond. She laughs. She always laughs when I call her that, which is part of the reason I do it. Call it a pet name.

Dressed, she runs into my arms. I hold her briefly, but then we see Frank coming back into the kitchen. He pops open the cooler door.

"You didn't get anything in the chowder, did you? We need that for tomorrow night," he teases. Frank caught us red-handed once.

"Just adding a little extra seasoning, my friend," I answer. I wink. "Trust me, the customers will be raving about your chowder for months to come."

He laughs. Frank is about twenty years older than me, but he's naturally good-natured, and he's a hell of a fucking cook. Kevin hired him right after the construction was finished, expanding the bar for the pool tables. Kevin said he was tired of chili and minestrone, so he hired a real cook. Now, Rock Bottom offers a full line of normal bar food until eleven. After that, there's nothing but the simple pleasures of alcohol and peanuts.

"Well get the hell out there," he says. "You've got three waiting at the bar."

I clap him on the shoulder, kiss Jamie on the lips one more time, and head back to the front of the house. As luck would have it, shitpants is back with two friends this time instead of one. I mentally groan.

"How can I help you gentlemen?"

"Three beers and three shots of your best tequila," the waitress-molester says.

Waitress molester. Fuck. I hadn't thought of that when I first saw him. Jamie is the waitress here, and if dickcheese lays his hands on her, I'll blow the fucking things off with bullet spray.

I've been a good boy. Since I killed Farletti inside of the Black Dragon, during an 80s reunion rock concert, I've done nothing else. I've been enjoying my life as a simple bartender, as Jamie's lover, as Marco's best friend. But that anger seethes below the surface of my skin, that malevolence I harbor for the sickest of the human race. Most of us are moral garbage, we have to admit it to ourselves in order to accept it and move on, but this fuck here is beyond garbage. He's already decomposed.

Jamie comes from the back as I pour the shots. I see shitstain's eyes dart toward her. He grins as I cap the bottle and I wonder again if I should just grab the shotgun now or wait and see what happens. I don't want to chase away business, but I'll be fucking damned if I let this asshole touch Jamie.

"Well, well," he says to one of his goons, "it looks like this fucking dump has something to offer after all."

Jamie smiles at me, scowls at the bearded freak staring her down.

"Twenty-seven all together," I tell them, diverting assface's attention back to me.

Pulling a wad of cash out of his pocket, I can see it's going to be a long night. He's got enough money to buy every shot of Don in the house. Luckily, I'm the bartender, and I can kick his fucking ass out when I think he's had enough.

Slapping thirty on the bar, the three down their shots. They're eager to get back to the pool table now that Jamie is around.

Knowing I have to divert my own attention, I look to the widescreen television we had installed. There's nothing good on, so I switch to a classic sports network and watch a rerun of an old baseball game. Even though it's from a few years ago, I love seeing Boston ahead of New York 11 to 2 in the top of the seventh.

Jamie wanders back toward the kitchen as I serve a few drinks, putting in food orders, then comes back to the front. She leans over the bar, toward me, showing off her tremendous cleavage. She knows I love looking at them and flaunts them to me every chance she gets. She told me that she liked doing it because it made her feel needed, wanted, and loved.

I stare…blatantly. I still remember the night I checked the tag on her bra. 34D. Fucking Christ. How did I get this lucky?

"Be careful tonight, love," I whisper. It's always considered professional not to let the patrons of your bar know that you're in a relationship with one of your coworkers. I do it more for Jamie's benefit than my own, of course, because her looks rake in tons of tops. "That greaseball over there with the beard and ponytail is a troublemaker. That's the prick I told you about from Ed's Diner."

I've told Jamie everything, of course. I feel at ease with her. She's the only person that knows all the shit that's happened in my life, all of the trouble I've gotten myself into, and all of the ways I have dealt with it. She even knows about the death of my parents, which I can't handle even mentioning to anyone else.

"No need to worry about me, baby," she responds. I love when she calls me that. She makes me forget all about my ex-wife and all about Molly. She actually makes me wonder if I might risk marrying again someday, and she enjoys asking me just that. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can," I smile. "Just thought I would warn you ahead of time."

Jamie moves close and kisses me on the lips briefly. It might take away from her tips at the end of the night, but she doesn't care. It makes me smile. I hope shitfucker saw it so that he knows to keep his hands off of her.

Frank calls from the kitchen to let Jamie know an order is up. Jamie whisks off, her gorgeous skirt flailing behind her like the train of a black wedding dress.

The night moves on, slowly, creeping like a stalking predator, ready to pounce on some unsuspecting prey. With the bar so busy, my mind is easily moved from my destructive thoughts of face-smashing to lighter things. A strange woman even flirts with me a little, which lightens my mood more. Boston won the baseball game by ten runs, and even though it's an old game, it turns my smile into a childish smirk.

The predator is close. I can feel its lingering gaze.

Frank closes down the kitchen. Jamie runs beers back and forth, smiling at me with every chance she gets. She fills peanut bowls, cleans up spills, and plays songs on the MP3 jukebox when no one feels like pumping money in. The night is momentarily blinded by her sunlit radiance, but the predator can't be held at bay forever. Eventually, it's going to lunge.

Patrons leave one or two at a time. Being Friday, most have been up since the crack of dawn working. Saturdays are usually busier because people are less tired, but the bar is open until two, and there are always a few who stick around until last call. Since my luck has been so good tonight, shitlicker happens to be one of the people that stay. His two friends happen to be the others. Yippee.

"Three bottles and three Dons," Jamie orders, coming to the side of the bar. She leans over, spilling her breasts across the lacquered pine.

I stop in mid-stride, thinking I should close down the bar, take Jamie into the office, and make her scream as I fuck her into oblivion. If I had known what was going to happen after I poured the shots and grabbed the beers, I might have done just that. Perhaps it could have helped keep me "being nice" for another six months or so.

But Fate already had her fingers in my ass, stirring my shit around, raping me.

"Damn are you gorgeous," I whisper.

"I want to take another bath with you tonight," Jamie says right back. There is a sparkle of lust in her eyes. "Last Friday was so much fun. We were all slippery and wet. It was so fucking sexy."

"Where have you been all my life?"

"Waiting for you to rescue me," she answers.

"It's a shame it couldn't have happened ten years ago. Think of how much more fun we could have had."

"But we have each other now."

"Indeed we do," I admit. I smile then turn to grab the beers and shots.

Placing the drinks on a tray for Jamie to carry, I kiss her swiftly on the lips. The three biker-looking buffoons are so drunk that none of them notice. It's last call anyway, so even if they decided not to give Jamie a tip, we made plenty that night already.

"Make sure those fucks settle their tab."

"I will," she assures me, kissing me once more. She lifts the tray, turns, and walks toward Fate, asking her for a delicate dance.

Wiping down the bar, I keep an eye on her. I stack dirty glasses into the dishwasher, put away the clean ones, and notice peanutcock hand Jamie a wad of bills. His smile is full of grease and dirt. He asks her something, and Jamie's face twists in rage.

My blood boils. The two glasses in my hand make it halfway to their destination.

Bikerdick throws the money at Jamie. She yells at him, calling him a "fucking asshole." She turns to grab the cash, and then he does it. He grabs her fucking ass. Motherfucker.

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Civilian Justice....Part 2
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry

As you can see, I've gotten rid of my "Hopeless" blogs. It's too much for me to pour my heart and soul out for all to see and have no one respond.

This is the beginning of the sequel to "Civilian Justice." I've yet to pick an actual title, but I will as the book comes to a close. I've only written a couple chapters as of yet, so we'll see where it leads. I hope you enjoy...

One

"Ah, fuck…"

There were many things I hadn't thought of while playing the badass, while trying to mete out a little justice to a handful of worthless assholes. For example, I hadn't taken into consideration the fact that not all of Barelli's friends were necessarily cops. I hadn't thought about all of the business associates of Tavalone that would recognize Jamie on the spot. I hadn't realized that there had been more than a handful of men with Ponytail that had beat the fucking snot out of me, all of whom know where I live. And, of course, I hadn't been expecting the return of the biker from Ed's Diner, the same shit-for-brains I had punched in the throat for laying his grubby hands on the waitress.

Fuck.

I wonder for a moment if it is just happenstance that he walks into Rock Bottom while I am working, or if, perhaps, there is a sweet Mistress by the name of Fate that just loves to fuck with people. I don't believe in coincidence. I wonder if Fate's tits are as wonderful as Jamie's? And if she loves fucking with people so much, why doesn't she just ring my doorbell and offer a sensual ménage à trois?

Watching him greet a friend of his, I wonder if he'll even recognize me. It's been about six months since the incident at Ed's, which means it's been about three since I scattered Farletti's fucking brains across the inside of the Black Dragon. I've been going to the gym, which has resulted in the loss of some of my soft appearance, but this fuck still outweighs me by a hundred pounds easy.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asks.

Kevin's the owner of the bar. I worked here when I was twenty-one, and he hired me back twelve years later. His thirteen-year-old daughter was raped. I found the cocksucker that did it, Jeremy Ronski, and smashed his fucking face in with brass knuckles. I still have them. Call it a trophy.

"I smell trouble burning the toast in the kitchen."

"The guy that just walked in?"

I nod.

Kevin's shift is just about over. He's dropping cash into the safe, ready to go home to his wife and daughter. The pool tables are full, and Jamie will be coming to work in two hours. It's Friday, and the place is already half-packed with flesh.

"You know him?" Kevin asks.

"He and I met once. He was rude to a waitress over at Ed's, so I told him what I thought about it," I answer vaguely. Kevin still has no idea about some of the things I've done, and I want to keep it that way.

"Want me to stick around for a few?"

"Go home to your beautiful wife and daughter, my friend," I answer. As much comfort as it would bring to have a friend by my side, I'd rather try to keep Kevin from finding out about the whack to the throat.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," I reply. I clap him on the shoulder and smile.

"Okay," he says. "You've got my cell if you need me."

Not even a minute after Kevin walks out the door, shitface comes up to the bar for a beer. He's full of laughs as he and his friend wander over, and his smile doesn't fade as he sees me. I'm not sure if I should be thankful or if I should be praying that he doesn't recognize me all night.

"Two beers and two shots of your best tequila," fucklips says.

"We have Don, if that's fine. We have Blanco, Reposado, and Anejo," I respond. I feign courtesy, but my hand twitches, ready to grab the shotgun if need be.

The shotgun. As a reminder, I used it once. My girlfriend, Jamie, was a prostitute when I first met her. Her pimp, Vic, used to beat the shit out of her to keep her in line. He was a Roid Rager with a temperament problem. I took care of that problem by shooting his kneecap off and turning the bones of his right hand to paste with a fucking hammer.

"Whatever the best one is," bikerdick answers.

I think momentarily of pouring him some tequila from the well, the cheapest shit we've got, but decide not to. I felt sure he wouldn't know the difference, but I'd feel guilty about it. Even though this asshole is a genuine piece of shit, I haven't seen him do anything wrong yet.

Turning, I grab two bottles of beer, pop the tops, and then grab the shot glasses. The bottle of Don is on the top shelf behind a glass door.

"You want training wheels?" I ask. This typically refers to the salt and lemon most people use for shooting tequila.

"Do I look like a pussy to you?"

If you were a pussy, I still wouldn't fuck you.

"Of course not," I say, ignoring my thoughts. "Just part of my job to ask."

I pour the shots, cap the bottle, and then put it back. When I turn back to needle-dick, he's still staring at me.

"Do I know you?"

"I'm not sure," I respond. My hand twitches more. I feel like just grabbing the gun and telling him to get the fuck out of here, but that wouldn't be too good for business. "If you come in here often enough, you've probably seen me before."

It occurs to me that I don't have my glasses on this time. No glasses, I've lost weight, I'm dressed nicely, and I had my hair cut two days past. The two of them down their shots.

"I fucking hated this dump for years," he spits. "It's nice to see some pool tables in here for a change, but it's still a fucking shit-hole."

"How nice," I say, taking the shot glasses. "That'll be eighteen bucks."

Slapping a twenty down, he walks away. His friend tells him something, the two of them look over their shoulders, and then they go to the far corner of the room, laughing the whole way. Fuck 'em.

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"Frozen"
Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Frozen"

Fingers claw at polished ice
Trapped within this arctic shell
Shattered ideals and mindless doubt
Have created this frozen hell

Flesh yellowed from decay
Each breath a burning Winter's kiss
Tears solid against my cheeks
I stare through the walls of my abyss

I can see these lost desires
An angel dancing as I dream
Eyes of midnight tug my heart
Ice splits skin as I scream

Trapped within this polar cave
I cannot feel her touch my face
I cannot kiss her hungry lips
I cannot die in her embrace

Frozen daggers cutting bone
These arctic thoughts an endless curse
Tears of ice now drawing blood
This wintry cell, my mental hearse

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"Black Fire"
Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Black Fire"

Your eyes sear my soul
Black Fire upon my skin
Falling upon twisted limbs
Pushing, prodding, probing

With flesh an inch away
I feel your sulfurous breath
The heat of omnivorous need
Like magma in my veins

Centuries of anticipation
Waiting for this blaze
Waiting for this love
To consume my very soul

Closing burning orbs
The inferno fades away
Lifetimes crash together
The explosion of our Kiss

Sadly, I awake
Crying in the dark
My lover was just a dream
I am still alone...

Currently listening : Vulgar Display of Power By Pantera Release date: 1992-02-25

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Book Cover Art
Current mood: artistic
Category: Art and Photography

Well, as I wait patiently for responses to the numerous Query Letters I sent out, I decided to try and design my own cover (now that I'm getting a little better with Photoshop). The model is a pose done by a friend on Deviant Art while the background is actually a mix of 3 different pictures from the cemetery across the street from my house. The trees are all brushed in, along with the bushes in front, and all of the tattoos (which took some time!). Added some difference clouds and then toyed with the levels before adding the lens flare for the faux moon effect. To top it all off, I added a motion blur to each layer separately (some needed a larger pixel expansion) and then smashed it all into one flat object. This is the pic without the text, but the text can be seen in my "Photoshop" album here on Myspace.

Love to know what you think (especially those that have read the parts of the story I have posted). Peace, love, and blessings as always...

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To my Muses....
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Well, I haven't figured out a way to insert everyone's pictures into this blog yet (without asking people to email me pics!), so I'm just going to start it all off with links to everyone's page. The name placed before each link is the corresponding name in the book. Some of you got major parts while others were "memories" of Aaron's. Please don't feel it makes you any more or less important. I love you all dearly...

Peace, Love, and Blessings…

Aaron ~~ http://www.myspace.com/aaronlewisofstaind

Isis (described but not named after this enchantress) ~~ http://www.evanescence.com/gallery/gallery26.html

"Spicy" Jenny ~~ http://www.myspace.com/jmdw27

Pat ~~ http://www.myspace.com/15436217

Julia (also known as JuJu) ~~  http://www.myspace.com/tweetyjh2

Xavier ~~ http://www.myspace.com/raven_xavier

Mark ~~ http://www.myspace.com/79081024

Sue (and Christopher of course!) ~~ http://www.myspace.com/sue783xo

James ~~ http://www.jamesobarr.net

Mary ~~ http://www.myspace.com/wwwraidenqueenofdarkness

Cheri ~~ http://www.myspace.com/gaianamoon

Tanya (I got a 2 for 1 deal on this one) ~~ http://www.myspace.com/bluebetta and http://www.myspace.com/fallenangel910

Ray ~~ http://www.myspace.com/ups_stud

Shaz and Matt ~~ http://www.myspace.com/matt_shaz

Robby ~~ http://www.myspace.com/phuckinphreak666

Kelli ~~ http://www.myspace.com/llamacrazy

Eddie (Eddie Vedder that is) ~~ http://www.myspace.com/tenclub

Randy ~~ http://www.myspace.com/132099746

Monica ~~ http://www.myspace.com/eyes2discover

Unfortunately, there are people that don't have a Myspace that I can't give proper credit to (and some, as you know, who will never know I put their names in a book). A few of those are listed below, just as a personal reference.

Lou ~~ Yes, that's my brother's real name.

Katie ~~ My darling sister-in-law.

Mike ~~ Though "Mike" in the book isn't Aaron's father, the name reference is for him. I describe him as I would my father, and I made him one of the "Lost" because of all that my father has had to go through.

Luann ~~ My loving mother.

Louis and Grace ~~ My loving grandparents.

Pete O'Brien ~~ Yup….Petey from "Civilian Justice"

Officer Albrect ~~ the same name as the cop from "The Crow"

Brandon ~~ Brandon Lee

Eric and Shelley (when Aaron carves the names into his chest) ~~ Eric Draven and Shelley Webster, also from "The Crow"

And then, of course, there are Set and Isis. I chose Isis because I wanted her named after a Goddess (and as much as I adore Amy Lee, "Amy" didn't seem to fit). It was the first one that came to my head, and only later did I pick Set as the ultimate "bad guy" because of the Egyptian mythology behind Set and Isis. I thought it strangely fitting and did my best to put a couple of references to it in the book.

That's about it for now. I'll update soon. In love and light…

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"Prey"
Current mood: optimistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

it's been ages since i've written a poem. i was feeling inspired last night while sitting through the drudgery of work and came up with this little ditty. i hope you enjoy...

"Prey"

Primal hunger burns through these pulsing veins
My heart thunders as I dream of the feast
A cautionary step brings me closer to my prey
Ready to unleash my raging, inner beast

Leaping from shadow, I pounce on the doe
Innocence gazes into my predatory eyes
I flex and snarl to limit the struggle
But the doe succumbs to her passionate demise

Breath steaming from relentless need
I lower my maw to her parting lips
My prey goes limp beneath my giant paws
Then I slowly devour her from tongue to hips

Moaning and writhing, my quivering doe
Yet fully aroused while being consumed
Fear and panic are replaced by ecstasy
An explosion of pleasure, my prey is doomed

I hope everyone has a wonderful Halloween and a most blessed Samhain! I love you all...

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Valentine's Day Collaboration.....
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Writing and Poetry

well....this is a first for me. many of you may know this lovely girl here:

 Spicy Jenny

the two of us have gotten together to create a little "Valentine's Day Collaboration." i began and she continued. she left me breathless, and so i warmed her back up only to have her finish me off again....

do tell us what you think. we've had many chats about what some of you might say. hahahaha. enjoy.... and a very Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. you are loved, each and every one.

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Curiosity can only be satiated by your sweaty flesh

Distance overpowered by a desire so infallible

At long last you shall be my carnivorous delight

A rough embrace calls the wolves to dinner

Yet gentle fingertips promise a lasting delicacy

Your face soft and delicious, my need arises

An avalanche of heartbeats as two faces move close

Lips of flame ignite to broil this meat

Quintessence of sensuality in a single kiss

Hands tremble softly from the flick of a tongue

Swollen need pushed between feminine hips

Taking my first bite of this succulent meal

An intoxicating aroma adorns your neck

From neck to shoulder, my appetite consumes

Fingers dig into cloth only to tear it away

A gasp, a kiss; your mouth I slowly devour

As I fill my skin cup with the softness of your breast

A moan escapes as my need solidifies fully

Teeth sink again into meat slowly salting

The sun surrenders to this unconquerable flame

Groping hands tenderize the broiling flesh

Remaining cloth combusts, falling to the floor

A silk-covered serving dish catches my meal

Anticipation wanes as I taste of your glaze

Sizzling thighs touch softly to either side of my face

Sweet nectar drips as the heat of my mouth cooks

Your moans only entice me to devour that much more....

The sweet lashings of your tongue

send me into ecstatic bliss

heaven's key you have turned

in our pleasured sin

there is no other as delectable

no other who can make me soar

so high

lavish upon my sweet juices, darling

reach up with your hands and push me down

down further into our heated desire

my moans echo throughout our gentle prison

fevered hunger courses through my body

unable to stop the flood of passion..

Leave one set of sweet lips

For another

And let me taste myself upon yours

Hungry kisses

Greedy hands

Want so strong, so unknown

Slippery wet, heated flesh

Come closer, my sweet

Let me lose myself around you

In you

Let us be one

My hands trace down your perfect body

Like melted ice

I flow

Across every succulent inch

My mouth following my hands

Savoring your taste

Dripping wet

Am I

As I reach my destination…

Feel the fire that reflects in my eyes

Pouty lips kiss around

White teeth expose themselves to nibble

Carefully nearby

A gasp; a smile; you I slowly devour

Lustful eyes gaze up towards you

Parted lips wrap around you

Burning with your lovely juices

Scorched with your intensity

And as you moan and

As you release

You wickedly smile

Pull me up

Push me back down

And prepare me for what is to come..

My blade pierces flesh to expose the pink within

As a greedy thumb rubs on more sweet marinade

Omnivorous hunger floods as a gasp escapes your lips

The blade sinks deep into your dripping wet desire

Hands grope for purchase upon slick, salted thighs

Head tilted back, ecstasy opens your delicious mouth

Accepting your gracious invitation, I hungrily devour

As one, our lips, while arms wrap around

Erotic cutlery mimics pendulous behaviors

Meat spills hot nectar upon soft, dampened silk

A meal so satisfying, mutual moans release

Throbbing desire slides fully inside and out

Five-pointed forks rake toughened hide

Your moans turn into my ravenous delight

My mouth crawls away to taste of spherical dishes

Velocity dances to the clapping of tender flesh

Need builds as the flames intensify

Jaws clenched, teeth bared, these animals feed

Erotic desires spoken with vulgar emphasis

The feast escalates towards its climatic crescendo

Wanting to savor every drop of your nectar

I pull the blade from its warm fleshy cocoon

Lips touch to keep the broiling flame smoldering

Whispered needs change the course of the meal

The silk platter catches a slab of cooked beef

I look up into the eyes of the new wolf

Welcoming the teeth, the claws, the appetite

I beckon the beast forth to finish me off…

Overwhelmed in lust, I whimper for more

The room fades away to leave only you,

My perfect delight,

Before me

As you beckon, I purr for you

Lick my lips and begin our final ascent

Sweet kisses sear across your skin

As the tigress within becomes

uncontainable

uncontrolled, I gently nip

my nails push

scratch

 into your sweet flesh

nibbles abound become focused bites

your gasps feeding my need

growling lowly hushed words of passion

I crawl upon you and

Attack

My saccharine prey

Feeding upon your divine movements

We ride roughly across our desire-filled playground

Our eyes never parting each others

Faster

Harder

Deeper we go

The hunt entering a delirious pitch

The huntress meeting her match

As your thrusts

push me

push us

past the limits..

We explode

Together

 into pleasured flight

rapture unknown before

desires finally fulfilled

I collapse upon you,

your strong arms wrap around me

Loving kisses exchanged,

our souls and bodies entwined

Lost within each other,

we fall into soft dreams

Together at last…

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mindless interpretations
Current mood: sad
Category: Life

umm......complete mindless rambling here. this will bore most, i am sure. just my thoughts at the moment....

we are all different......and so have i said in the new book. yet it is hard to understand at times, even when we are wise to the truth of it. it is easier to let fear consume and conquer when all you truly want is to push it away.

we all express ourselves in different ways, and it is wrong to expect too much. one man grieves with tears and flowers while another stands silent watch as his sanity crumbles away. one lover embraces and kisses, repeating words of adoration a thousandfold while the other sits in quiet content, knowing things were meant to be.

it is hard for us to comprehend. we all have our own preconceived notions of what things are "supposed to be" or "not supposed to be," and yet that doesn't mean those around us feel things any less. but it is difficult to come to terms with this knowledge. it is difficult to just accept and understand.

but i do believe acceptance can set us free. the most difficult things in life bear the ripest fruits. by learning to accept, to embrace, and to understand, we can appreciate things on a level we could never fathom before. though it is arduous, the rewards are profound.

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"The Blade"
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Writing and Poetry

well now.....i'm still working on the gothic love story. i'm up to page 59. BUT, that doesn't mean i'll take a complete vacation from writing a poem or two here and there. hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season, whatever you choose or not choose to celebrate. hope you also enjoy the poem. perhaps i'll try to create some sort of Photoshop illustration to go with it later. we shall see.....

Currently reading : Civilian Justice By Joseph, Critelli Release date: 02 November, 2006

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