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Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Scarlet Scarf

"Say it" he demanded, his lips a breath away from mine.

"I want you." I whimpered, trying to inch my lips closer to his. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my lips away from his.

"Not yet" he breathed in to my ear, sending chills down my spine. "Not yet." He repeated, almost as if to himself. I could already feel his resolve weakening as his fingers slipped through my hair. "Tell me." His lips teasing the nape of my neck with feathery puffs of air as he spoke.

"Please." I pouted, wanting this sweet torture to be over. I wanted his body against mine, with nothing between us. I ached for the pleasure he was withholding from me. My hands tied up with a silk scarlet scarf above my head gave him the appearance of me being helpless against his demands. I was anything but helpless.

I liked to give him the illusion of control, however he was getting out of hand with his demands. I wasn't going to say I loved him. I would never let him have that kind of control over me.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Enchanting

You want me
You crave me
but you know
you can't have me,

You yearn to be near
but you won't get close.
You're waiting for something.

A sign.

When I speak these words you'll know that it isn't just you.
You'll know deep in your heart that I want you too.

"Come to me."
As I will it,
so mote it be

Friday, April 3, 2015

Darkness Calls

The darkness, it calls,
speaking your name.
"Cassandra," it says
"Let down your walls.
The light may be warm
but it won't hide your shame."
You know what it means
and you have only yourself to blame.
You take a step out of the light
and finally it seems that
Darkness has won the fight.

Feather

His gaze draws me in
And I can't look away
He's an Angel of Darkness
And I know he can't stay

But there's something about him
And I've got to at least try
So, I open my mouth and squeak out a
"Hi."

"Hello, little one." was his reply
"Are you willing to stop me?" He challenged out loud
His wings unfurling against the crowd.

His wings, jet black, were a wondrous sight
I watched in awe as he lifted his body up into flight.

Leaving behind only a
black, velvety
feather.






Thursday, April 2, 2015

Wish

My heart was racing and my hands were cold
But all that mattered was that we were alone.

Alone together.
No little brother
Or mom
Or even dad.


No one to interrupt what I dreamed of for so long.

We sat on my porch just gazing at the night sky.

We sat there for hours, not saying a word.
Until a star streaked past the quiet sky.

"Make a wish." He said.
So I closed my eyes and I wished for him.