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Musings of the Mad

Just inane babbling. Maybe
6 years ago. January 13, 2018 at 6:29 AM

Pupils dilate as your dark hair falls to your shoulders. Anticipation, excitement, passion and fear are all made known. I grasp your legs and pull you close to me as they in turn seek to clutch me. An intoxicating elixir catches my attention. Coffee, with real French vanilla, your favorite drink. Your desire can be tasted in the enclosed space, as we playfully compete for dominance. A devilishly delightful smile crosses your face, as you skillfully remove my tie.

You've done this before, I say

Never with a man, selfish as they are, you reply

I grin, as the tie you so triumphantly removed closes around your wrists. Your trophy over me now hold you captive. You can't help but be surprised. You love surprises.

I can be generous, I say, as I lift your legs upon my shoulder for a taste.

You sense everything in my mind, and moan as I make them a reality

6 years ago. December 28, 2017 at 10:46 PM

We stand in the snow, in the cold dark. Eyes wet with tears seem to shine in the moonlight. You ask me to come back inside, begging me to warm your bed for the night. I had stopped wondering how many times you asked the same of him, how many times you had told him you cared, how many tears you'd shed until he gave in. You step close enough to feel your warmth, a false hope. My pendant is in your hand, a gift of untrue love. I was weak, nothing. Years of weakness ending in one moment, where I find strength in my pain and fear. A torrent of curses and promises, eyes of emerald, and comfort do nothing to break my stride. In the snow, in the cold night, I'm no longer numb

6 years ago. December 19, 2017 at 6:04 AM

The City if Yesteryear burns to the ground, filling the sky with the smoke of old memories and covering the ground with the ashes of a previous life.

 

I lay the foundations of a new House, which soon becomes an Empire

6 years ago. December 14, 2017 at 4:05 AM

You taught me who I was. In so short of time, you coaxed out a part of me and showed me the beauty of it. You taught me about the pleasure that can come from pain. You tutored me in power and domination, yet I wasn't strong enough to save you from yourself. I'm sorry, and I miss you