Date Archives June 2016

“Addiction…”

Inklings - Poetry & Prose

We are all addicted to something
Girls
Boys
Drugs
Booze
Boobs
Everyone has something they cannot resist
Computers
Food
Porn
Music
Words
I am addicted too!
Starts off with small little scratches on my arm
Turn into open sores later
Knife traces my pale flesh
Leaving little red raised lines,
For now
But addictions always become worse
Smoking
Gambling
Fighting
Gaming
Sex
Over time
I developed a tolerance
One sharp knife
First sight of blood
I never felt such joy
Crimson beads river of happiness
Moved on to razor blades
Need pain to feel every time
Deeper
Bloodier
Darker
Redder
Meaner
Now my scars take longer to heal
And as soon as they fade
I am at it again
Cutting away my hurt
Self-inflicting my pain
Choosing my own sorrow
Over tragedies defined by fate
I will do it to myself
And not let destiny dictate my aches
Soon I fear
It will become worse
How much longer until I am another
Killed by the pains of addiction?

The Orange Bed Sheet

Inklings - Poetry & Prose

The curtain can’t possibly hide…
This flame burning through my skin…
You have imprisoned my senses with your half-truths…
And I find my morals brittle in the many layers of your orange bed sheet.

You ask me to stand here in your arms…
And think nothing…
You envelope my waist…
And I fall on you leaving behind my former rulebooks!

Your lips guide me through your ravenous clutches…
And I feel bare under your experienced hands.
You address your kisses strategically…
Whilst your fingertips find their way to my mounds!

You stretch and pull my senses to your interests…
And turn me over…
Just so you could place a lingering touch on my Décolletage…
And weave your impish thoughts!

You lock me in…
As our legs entwine…
In that hurried insatiable hunger…
You set my soul on fire…
Hidden…
And hushed we finally meet!

“It was never meant to be…”

Inklings - Poetry & Prose

It was never meant to be…
She knew it all along…
But something inside stirred her amiss…
It was never meant to be…
He wasn’t planning to go off course…
And yet he never wanted more…
It wasn’t that he whispered sweet nothings in her ear…
Or knitted tales of promises he wouldn’t keep…
It wasn’t that she ignited his senses…
Or directed his ache…
But it was never meant to be!
Bound by words…
Strung up for no reason…
She walked past by him…
To escape this heat…
This forbidden wish…
Distracting giggles…
Innocent leaning…
Just to discredit the obvious…
And yet all it takes was his hand…
Reaching out for her arm…
And all her rules blur into oblivion…
It was never meant to be…
And yet he was ready to teach her a lesson of a lifetime!
An embrace to remember…
Crushing her soul…
Casting a spell of taste so real…
It was never meant to be…
Yet he drew her in…
Soft kisses…
Drinking her innocence…
Like the master he was…
His hands run along her back
Gently gripping the skin beneath…
Her false protests…
Invite him to map his intentions down her neck…
It was never meant to be…
But the orange lip balm played its part right…
And she could feel his desire burn through next to her thighs…
Her body vibrates with exhilaration…
He provokes an arched back…
And trails down to her corset…
Spilling her bosom…
Curing her toes…
It was never meant to be…
And yet he made sure she was breathless…
His fingers work like acid…
Around her curves…
And ensured she had nowhere to go…
She moans his name over and over…
And he smiles to himself of his skills…
Just as she expected…
He lured her into dark dungeonesque places…
Caught between submission and power…
She never felt so close to death…
And yet so alive…
And yet it was never meant to be!
The control will eventually cloud her judgement…
As dark clouds hover over the city…
This momentarily union comes to a halt…
Held and entwined…
He pulls her hair back…
And with a final kiss…
Steals her last ounce of morals…
A gasp escapes her parched lips…
Leaving her with a forever longing…
For him to come and give her release!