One Night

Open Email

You are cordially invited to One Night Only. You have been chosen out of many to come to this location at this time. Once you arrive you will be notified to which room you are assigned to. This is your opportunity to let all your inhibitions and fears be left outside the door.

If you choose not to accept, please just trash the message. You will receive this only once. You will never be contacted again. The ball is in your court; it is up to you to decide.

I looked at that message several times and wondered who was playing a game with me. One Night Only sounds like a setup.  What does it mean leave your inhibitions behind? I’m thinking about who knows what I like. I was very careful.

Everything I did could not make one think that I like a more decadent lifestyle. I looked over the e-mail and there it was. Something that I didn’t notice before in the corner. A Raven standing on top of a whip. Shit that was from the shop I went to a month ago.

I remember now I was talking to the assistant owner, and he kept looking at me as if he knew more than what I was letting on. I just walked in there not knowing what I really wanted but after talking to him I realized I wanted more then what just the items can provide.

I sat there looking at the message for twenty minutes before I clicked on accept. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. It was alright, nobody would figure this out because I look like someone who likes to keep to themselves. I’m not too flashy and when I speak, I barely say much. It’s in ten days so I have enough time to build up my courage for something that’s only going to happen for one night.

I don’t know what I’m hoping for but I’m tired of not knowing what I need.

He looked up at the acceptance, but he was not surprised. I didn’t realize that he was being watched.

“Don’t know why do you have that smile on your face? I haven’t seen that in a very long time what’s going on?”

Looking up from the computer I see Samantha smiling at me and she genuinely cares about me. So,it didn’t bother me so much to let her know about things that I like.

“Remember that woman that came into the shop the other day and she seemed a little lost? ”

Samantha looked at me with questioning eyes trying to remember what I’m talking about.

“It doesn’t matter. What matter is I reached out to her and she accepted.”

She stood there with her mouth slightly open not fully understanding what I had done but she waited before she said anything and that’s what I appreciate about her.

“I invited her to the One Night Only.”

Realization finally dawned and I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I was going to have from her, but I did not expect her to jump up and down like a schoolgirl as if this was the best present she’s ever received.

“I’m so glad you’re trying to get out there again.”

“It is only for one night and I think we both would greatly benefit from what will happen.”

“But what if some connection…”

“No. There can be no connection. I don’t think I can handle that. Not after what happened.”

She stopped bouncing and she looked at me with sad eyes. I didn’t want that look, I just wanted a friend to understand.

“Alright since it’s only one night you better put your best foot forward so she can understand that there is more to life than just hiding. I remember who you’re talking about now and it seems like she wants more but doesn’t understand the more that she wants will be liberating if she only lets her guard down.” Samantha sat with her arms crossed exposing the tattoo that she had on her forearm that’s said ‘Take me now as I am.’

I looked at her and nodded because I got the same feeling from her and at the same time it may heal me as well.

(Hi my fire starters. Hope you are all doing well and keeping warm with passion fire. This is only the beginning. lol)

I AM HERE

I have been floundering for the past couple of months. Could not find my footing on stable ground.

You must think that it is normal for people to go through this. It could be I do not know. Something happened recently that reminded me who I am. Which also reveals a fault of mine.

I see the best and the possibility of who people can be. Not seeing what was really going on.

It is easy to blame me. So, they did. Yes, you read right. They. So, I decided the best course of action is to stay with my mini circle. I know who they are and they know me without judgement, because I am not perfect, but I am not the scape goat either.

I have a friend who every once and awhile asks “Where are you?”

That is not asking about me physically but mentally. I need that sometimes because I get lost trying to be someone I thought they wanted. Enough of that.

I am writing this here because I am inconsistent and I need to change all of that and need to focus.

The year is almost up and I should have completed a couple of projects already, but I have gotten lost. I am back now and I am going to take you with me on my journey. Poetry is coming and Stories.

This is my heart, my love and my passion.

I have not said this line in a long time, but it is fitting to bring it back.

Let us stroke the fire until it burns, my fire starters. Fia Naturie is back.

Water (poem)

This should feel

Soothing to fevered flesh

This is gift

That requires no thank you’s

Instead

It does what it was not meant to

Spurs and ignites

The tenderness deceives

Taunt flesh

Should ease

Tightens in places

Oh god the places

It surrounds

In false security

Like a child held in warmth

Break away once and the chill

Reveals pebbled flesh

Dusted peaks scream

Need

Relief is not close

Still

The offer of tenderness

With the lap of soft foam

Should I continue

To enjoy the offer

Or leave making this

A torment that cannot

Be replicated

Never Wanted

How long will it take to get you out of my system

Out of my mind

Away from my soul

I never wanted this much

This deeply

I couldn’t fathom

That I could be like them

Wanting

Willing

Hoping I’m next

I’m never next

At best

I am a thought

At worst

A passing blip

There will be

No lips touching

Only in dream

That is good

Adequate

A Tear

A tear eluded its captivity

Without a moments hesitation

Enough brutality was served

Still, it held its ground

Until opportunity presented itself

Verbal beating

Lands and rips

Tight skin pops

Muscle bunch bracing for impact

Provocation was not given

Permission was not given

Penance was not given

Absolution was not given

The only form of healing

Was escape

Curled up internally

Is the innocent

I’m Not Here for You

I’m not here for you

there was a time

there was a moment

every breath I took

had your name imprinted on it

the time has passed

truths were found out

under my skin you still live

in the creases of my brain you reside

I’m not here for you

I’m here for what we were

what we should have been

instead of what is now

I will not break their hearts

mines is already shattered

I will play the fool one more time

I’m not here for you

I’m just here.

Nonsensical Thoughts

What a pretty thing to see words sing

as the lights twirl and flash

what a wicked thing to read words that bring

rage to be ripped and slashed

The pounding of the drum within my head

beats endlessly in the silence of the night

As the words have no rhyme or rhythm

causing one to scream and fight

internally all these things are happening

no one is ever the wiser

when things slip out in ancient tongues

what was a trickle becoming a geyser

no I’m not losing it as it may seem

all these nonsensical words come out as I dream

Shadows

Good and bad things happen in the shadows

I have learned that light not only reveals but bends

Is it wise to be so open and spill truths

To be taken and uses for others gains

I am the good that is hidden with pointed teeth

Docile and meek

are for those who fear shadows

(When I am ready to reveal what is happening. You will be the first to know)

Sorry?? (poem)

What does the word even mean

An apology that is supposed to be given when felt

The word does not erase the feelings

That absolute absurdity of it

As a child you were made to say your sorry

Looking in that same child’s eyes 

There is not an ounce of remorse

Confusion

Anger

Adolescents are no better

Sorry rolls off the tongue to remove you from sight

Why say the word when they have done no wrong

Too sensitive

Delusional

Adults are a quagmire of word play

Rather the meaning of the word sorry

Sorry that you were caught…

Sorry that you heard it that way….

Sorry that you are having difficulty…

When are we going to realize

Sorry is only believed when the soul feels it

Within we have a natural detector to know when it is true

And when it is false

I have lived a life accepting and giving, sorries

And in this life time

Short as it is

I felt the truth

And given my truth

I feel such sorrow

For all of humanity

Because sorry cannot erase the damage/the carnage

Still, sorry falls from lips with no remorse, just avoidance