I picked my poison.
I was lost in the amber liquid of your eyes.
Housed in a tempting presentation.
Topped with sultry words.
Two contradictory reactions occurred.
Simultaneously.
Lips above became dry.
Lips below became wet.
Yet nothing was done to appease.
The closer the temptation approached.
The desire illicit a want
To take you whole
Should I choose my end?
Or wait and pick another poison.
I waited.
Anticipated.
Trying to get you,
Where I need you.
Inside me,
Want you to ride me.
Maybe tie me,
You know what I need.
My intention,
Your discretion,
Not mention,
Our affection.
How I like it,,
When you bite it
When you lick it ,
Before you give it.
I was moaning.
You were groaning.
As you grind in,
From behind and,
I Couldn’t take it,
As you claimed it.
Wouldn’t stop it,
If I wanted it.
Moving faster,
Everlaster.
To what we seek’n,
As we peak’n.
Flying higher,
With desire.
Then,
Thunder.
As we fall under.
Completion.
There once was a paper and pen.
Let’s start this from the beginning.
And not the end.
There once was a thought in my head.
Not fully formed.
Just an idea that bled.
It grew into this thing.
It had no real shape
Just twists and turns
Multiple rings.
It wanted to be free.
To be read
To seen
Then the paper met the pen
Like a rooster sees a hen
It struts and puff
Catching the eye
With crossing t’s and dotted I’s.
That how this all began
With just one thought
There will never be
An end.
Which direction should you go?
Your inner compass spins with no destination
Four walls
No key
No door
Silence
It’s too loud.
Too audible
Go
Take a step.
Lead
Don’t follow
You are the arrow.
Create the destination.
At the end
A new beginning
Go!
Darlene
Mmmm, I don’t feel good. My stomach is killing me.
I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. The lid was up and a dizzy spell hit me.
I did not fall. My hands were ahead of me against the wall holding me up. I opened my eyes, and I noticed little drops of red dripping into the bowl.
I looked at myself. I had no clothes on. There were bite marks all over both my breasts and the blood ran like a little river to my nipple then joined at the peak, to make one drop.
When did he do this? Then the pain started again. My vision blurred. I heard screaming. I’m screaming then Noel calling me. What was that in the background?
Oh no, a baby.
I sat up board straight out of my dream. It can’t be. I am not late, and we use protection at all times. I looked over the side of the bed to see two wrappers open.
“Darlene lay back down.” A satiated Noel mumbled.
“I will I have to go to the bathroom.” I got up and I wearing a long T-shirt.
Went to the bathroom and looked at my body and there were no bites. Noel does not bite me every time we are together, but the dream is so vivid. My mother knew when she was going to have one of us. Is this my sign?
I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “Get a grip. You are in control, and this is not logically possible. Breathe and go back to bed.”
I did just that.
Sammy
Oh, shit!”
What is it babe?”
I looked over at Blue and knew she could see that I was scared.
“Tell me Sammy.”
“There is going to be a death, Blue and I don’t know who it will be.” I tried to hold back the tear because I do not cry ever.
“It’s someone close to you. Your heart is breaking, I feel it.”
“How can I save —”
“Sammy, you don’t even know who it is. Lay back and relax. Slow your heartbeat, while I take care of you.”
“Blue, I’m really not in that head space right now.”
Her mouth descended on my clit and everything faded. I love being with an emotional and situational witch.
She will change a scene to make you feel what she wanted. I love her.
(This is a short piece but needed to be put in. War is coming. Fia xoxo)
I want to play,
Who is willing to take my hand?
This is no ordinary game.
I want you to understand.
The room will be dark.
The candles will be lit.
The cross is up,
your knees you will sit.
If you are scared
to have this kind of fun.
Maybe another time,
right now run.
Silence is required
until I say.
Follow my instructions
In this game I play.
There is a name,
I want to be called, understand.
It starts with an “M”
You’ll say it on command.
Are you ready?
Then take your place.
The door is closing,
the lock is are in place.
I see the tremor
is it in fear or are you excited?
It is time to zone out.
No one else is Invited.
Fia xoxox
Let’s make cream
For every desert
From strawberries
To blueberries
To what under that shirt.
Let’s make it sweet
To counter the tart
From wicked decadence
To your beating heart.
Let’s make cream
That has a drizzle of red
When dripped on top
Goes right to your head.
I want to make cream
But I’ll just dream of it
Instead
Moaning and groaning
As plums dance in my head
With a sigh
And a whimper too
Can’t make cream
With out you.
I don’t want it sweet.
like those songs that we hear.
I don’t want it sloppy.
That is not why I am here.
I want to fuck you.
Hard and fast.
I want you so deep.
till I can’t last.
I’m already wet.
No time to delay.
Take it out,
or I’ll find someone else to play.
I want to F-U-C-K you.
Till my name is branded in your soul
Till all mother’s weep.
Till all father’s lose control.
We waited too long.
Took too much time.
You said you would do it.
You wanted to be mine.
Are you going to give me what I want?
You will have a good time.
This I promise.
You don’t have much time.
(Answer Yes/No. Fia would like to know)
A whispered word
On a naughty breeze
Playful and joyful
Trying to please
Come to me
What did it say
I wanted to relax
On this sweet spring day
Come to me
There it was again.
Insistent
Not to hard
Like an old friend
Come–To–Me
Louder it came
Drips with sweet
Molasses from
Sugar cane
I rose to my feet
Not knowing where to go
I just felt the need
That I had to follow
I went into the wood
All by myself
To see who was calling
Sitting by himself
It was you
Who called me here
What is the reason
I want to hear
The reason is simple
And I know you can do
Give me a kiss
And I will give you two
I laughed with joy
And was astounded
Did he believe
I was not grounded
I know who you are
I know what you be
Not of this world
But one from Farie
No kiss I will give
Not a one
Why do you ask
For me to come
You will deny me
A fea king am I
This kiss I want
You can not deny
Oh but I have
And now I will go
Goodbye king
Go back below
Then as quickly as light
Quick as a tic
His lips on mine
His tongue he slip
There is more to this tale
Then I am willing to say
But he does come to visit
Every spring day
Can you taste a word?
Is it sweet?
Like a ripe mango falling from a tree?
Does it fill the recesses of your mouth?
Leaving you with sensory memory.
Is it tangy?
Tickling and prickling down your throat,
Leaving a trail behind.
Is it Salty?
Making you crave,
the liquid of life.
In the driest of deserts.
Is it spicy?
Taking you on an exploration,
Of places, people, and things you can only dream of.
For me it is hot.
Scotching and blazing trails.
Leading and guiding me to places,
of unexplored tales.
Tempting and teasing traces,
Of unexpected wails.
Being caressed and coaxed
To an unhinged, uninhibited, wonton demise.
I taste every word.
From the tip,
Gliding across the center
And swelling at the root.
Can you taste your words?
(Hello all of you. I just want to make an announcement. I will be publishing a book of poems called Liquid Word later this month. It will have never before seen poems that are adult in nature. It will have the same cover that you see above. I would love for your support. Until then. Fia xoxo
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