Simple Chaos

Can't Help Me Now"

      by: Rob Thomas

Sunlight falls heavy

Can't hide you're awake already

Long night, you're unsteady

You don't even wanna be here do you

Cry out not for the last time

It's funny how a word might save your life

And I'm saying a lot right now

But I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna cry

I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna be here, be here now

There's a bad taste in my mouth

I stumble in the dark, tripping on a heart

It's gonna leave a mark, maybe we can stay and wait it out

You're the one that talks me down

And even you can't help me now

Even you can't help me now

Headlight, dark highway

I drive on but it feels all sideways

No signs, I'm a headcase

I'm alone but I feel you, feel you now

Head down, I can't remember

If we left on a start or an ender

You and I, we're so worn down

But I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna cry

I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna be here, be here now

Like a bad taste in my mouth

I stumble in the dark, tripping on a heart

It's gonna leave a mark, maybe we can stay and wait it out

You're the one that talks me down

Even you can't help me now

And we fall, and we break

And we turn our inside out

And we're lost in a daze

For days and days and days and now

But I thought that I could turn it around

But I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna cry

I don't wanna leave, but I don't wanna be here, be here now

There's a bad taste in my mouth

Yeah, I stumble in the dark, tripping on a heart

It's gonna leave a mark, maybe we can stay and wait it out

You're the one that talks me down

Even you can't help me now

(Sunlight, falls heavy) Even you can't help me now

(Sunlight, falls heavy) Baby, even you can't help me now

(Sunlight, falls heavy) Even you can't help me

stand in

fill in

stand by

side piece

a little piece

dime piece

side bitch

a bitch

some bitch

crazy bitch

some crazy bitch

whore

backdoor whore

just some whore

crazy whore

thirsty

thirsty whore

thirsty bitch

some thirsty whore

some thirsty bitch

freak

just some freak

freak hoe

nasty chic

nasty bitch

just some nasty chic

just some nasty bitch

a nothing

a nobody

a mistake 

a something that didn't mean anything.

“Take You Higher”” (club mix)

    by: Goodwill and Hook N Sling

[shortened version of lyrics and chorus ]

She said, “Hello, Mister

Pleased to meet ya.”

I wanna hold her,

I wanna kiss her.

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane,

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane.

Hey, Hey.

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane,

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane.

Hey, Hey.

Can I take you, take you higher?

Can I take you, take you higher?

She said, “Hello Mister,

Pleased to meet ya.”

I wanna hold her,

I wanna kiss her.

She smelled of daisy,

She smelled of daisy.

She drive me crazy,

She drive me crazy.

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane.

Can I take you, take you higher? 

Hey hey hey hey yeah……

Standing straight, she plants her feet about two feet apart, raises her arm and crosses them behind her head at the wrists. Arching her back and ass in a way she knew pleased him, and waited.

To look at her, she appears made of stone. His balls tightened and more blood surged to engorge his already semi-hard shaft. She was magnificent . His woman. The flickering candle light cast her smooth golden skin a reddish orange. with valleys and hollows cast in shadows. Scars marked various places along her skin. Badges of honor she called them. From the many battles she stood so bravely beside him and fought. His woman. Her wrath very nearly revealed his own. Stories would warn many a foolish soul to beware of the Mistress of Darkwood should one come along and threaten her nest. Should you manage to make it past her Masters whips, she would guarantee you took your last breath.

Only he knew she wasn’t made of stone. Her steady breathing belied the heart he could hear slamming against her ribs. The slight tremor and ripples of the muscles under her skin. He removed his clothing and stood there contemplating his wife. Reaching down he took his rock hard cock in his hand and slowly began to stroke it. A smile tugging at his lips. His hand moving along his shaft, he knew, saturated the air with his pheromones .

The soft whisper of cloth being removed and the pounding of her own heart was all that broke the silence. With each article of clothing being removed, the smell of her mate's skin became stronger. Gods she loved the smell of him. Soon another smell assaulted her senses. The core of her woman hood instantly tightened and started to weep down her thigh.

Then another sound came from out of the dark. Like that of a long serpent's tail……whispering back and forth. She closed her eyes and let herself drift with its sweet rhythm. She loved that sound nearly as much as she did the man making it. Suddenly the sound changed and she felt the caress of a leather snake around her leg and kissed her on the inside of her right thigh. The sweet sting radiated from its place to the juncture of her pussy, causing her clit to swell. She stood there, savoring the sensation. Slowly she bent to retrieve the brace with her remaining two candles. Without warning a crack rented the air mere fractions of a second before she felt the sharp sting of leather across the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the lips of her pussy. She would have pitched forward onto her face had she not been quick enough to catch herself on her palms as her knees buckled. That was against the rules, she hissed. Crouched there on the balls of her feet, hands braced on the cold floor, she reached a hand between her legs and cupped her sex, letting her cool fingers soothe the burning sting. As she did so, she looked over her shoulder and peered into the dark where she thought him to be. He inhaled sharply. Her actions, the sight of her was so primitive and wild. His need to possess her took over. The sharp crack to her left had her leaping to her feet, snatching the brace of candles and flying across the cold stones in one smooth move. The air was filled with the sound of hissing and cracking as he welded the whip. All along the backs of her legs and up her sides, across her back stomach and breasts, she felt his kiss. Some sting more than others, some making her flinch and turn away. Yet each one sweeter than the last. He ran her…..toyed and played with her as a beast would when enjoying his prey. Finally when he knew she could run no more, he took her remaining two flames with a flick of his wrist. She came to a skidding halt as her flames were taken and she was cast in complete dark. Only the small flame in the candle that wavered about 12 feet in front of her broke through the black. Breathing heavily she stood frozen to the spot. All her sense on high alert. Then the serpents tail began to whisper again…….back and forth, back and forth. Letting the sound roll over her, she allowed it to sooth her frayed edges. Her breathing slowed and the tension eased from her muscles. Soft smooth leather came out of the dark and wrapped itself around her waist. A soft sigh escapes her lips at the feel of it. Slowly a tug at the other end begins to draw her forward through the dark. She couldn’t see what was in front of or around her, only the small weak flame of the single candle. The sweet caress of leather plates tightened around her in the dark as it continued to pull her through the dark. Soon a strong arm joins the whip around her waist and she is crushed to the solid wall of her mates chest. One word bounce of the walls of the great hall before his mouth came crashing down to claim hers. MINE……

---The start of this story was quiet literally a moment in time that my senses and what have you had.....remembered or flashed back to...I just put it in to words, and for that reason, hadn't thought to continue it. Until I went to bed.......right befor sleep gives way to dreams.  So the following is what it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.-

                                                     The scent of her skin mingled with that of the desire that now coated the insides of her thighs. Stronger now that he was upon her than when he had first detected it from across the hall. His woman had been watching him. Feeling reckless, she fixed her gaze just above the heads of those last few to leave. Reaching up she buried her fingers into his beard. Scraping her nails along his cheek, “ Whatever do you mean dear husband, I was simply thinking on how Flora’s grandson had grown while away with his father.” she mummered sweetly. Glancing at his wife he followed the direction of her gaze. He knew his people well and that was not their cooks' grandsons back going out the door. She thought to provoke him did she. Though he knew his woman's eyes had only been for him, the mere thought of them not being had the blood rushing in his ears and red staining the edges of his vision. The wood beneath his palms gave a plaintive creak as his fingers tightened around the arms of her chair. Her eyes flew to his profile, heart thudding as she took note of the muscle twitching in his jaw. He looked long ways back at her and narrowed his eyes. “ Is that so…” the words were deceptively soft, barely above a whisper. Standing, he abruptly turned and headed for the door. Startled by his unusual exit she cried out, “Where are you going?” “For a swim.” came his reply followed by the slaming of the large oak door. 

As she waited for his return, she readies herself for bed. Taking extra care with her appearance in an attempt to destract him from being angry. The wine must have gone to her head. She hadn’t meant to anger him. Was simply makeing a jest. Yet she should have known better than to jest in such a manner. Her husband was a very possive and jealous man. Normally this fact thrilled her to her core. One then two hours pass and still, he hadn’t returned. Wrapping his long black silk robe around her nakedness and takeing a brace of candles from the mantle, she went in search of him. Just as she decended the last few steps into the hall, steam and smoke filled the room as everything was thrown into pitch black. SHIT she thought as once again heart started to pound. There was only the small halo of light that surrounded her cast by the brace of 3 candles she carried. Not near enough light to penatrate the darkness of the entire hall. Suddenly a spark flared to life at the far end of the hall. She watched as the small spark set the wick of a single small candle to life the disappeared. The small candle she knew set on the matle above the fire he had just drowned. Turning her back to the room she bent and set her candles down. It was their game they had played many times. Rules were simple, if she can make it to the other end of the hall with at least one flame on her candles still burning, she wins. Yet with every flame he was able to snatch away, she had to pay a penalty in order to continue with what reamained of her flames. A slow heavy ach began deep inside her womanhood. She had to work at keeping her breathing steady and the smile from her lips as she reached up and slowly let his robe slide from her body and pool at her feet. Taking her time as she gathered her hair and knoted it atop her head. Unlike her, his kean senses hadn’t been diluted over the generations. His were just as powerful today as the day the Gods gifted his ansestors with them. He could see, hear and smell her just as well in the dark smoke filled hall now as he could beside her in the bright of day. Picking up her brace of candles, she held them as close to her body as she dared. She had only taken a few small steps forward, befor a familer hiss broke the silence and snatched the flame from one of her candles. A small trickle of apprehension creeped up her spine……he was pissed. The remaining two flames in her brace, wavered slightly as her hand gone shakey set them upon the floor. Standing she took a deep breath and thought a moment. Once again, keeping the smile from her face. Standing straight, she plants her feet about two feet apart, raised her arm and crossed them behind her head at the wrists. Archeing her back and ass in way she knew pleased him, and waited.

She stood there watching him. Still, to this day, after 20 yrs of marriage, the man made her nervous. In that beautiful blooming way that only he could . He wasn’t the tallest or largest of men. There was more than one viking over six and a half feet.Nor was he the shortest or smallest by far. Pride warmed her heart as she watched her husband with his men and their families. Everyone, men, women, big and small, high born and low born the same made way for her husband as he walked among them. Their body language spoke of their respect and affection for him. As well as their words and deeds. Rightly so! He had more than earned and proved he was worthy of their regard. 

All the soft spots in her as a woman slowly started to sizzle as she let her eyes travel the length of him. The mere sight of his neck brings the smell of him flooding into her senses. The soft spot under his chin, beneath his long beard was home. Fine well worn leather vest stretched across well formed shoulders. His arms bespoke the years he spent perfecting his craft. Lean firm muscles that led to wrists and hands that had a legend of their own. Long beautiful fingers. Strong enough to leave delicious bruises yet graceful and soft while inside her. This thought has the breath stopping in her lungs. When her eyes fell to his waist, her next thought had her sitting rather abruptly into her chair. The finley plated leather of his belt made her thighs quiver and her woman’s juices leak. Dragging her eyes from his belt, she adoringly took in one of her favorite parts of him. Long legs that eat up the ground yet tread quiet and smooth. She never knew what it was about a man with legs….. But Gods be praised her man had them. Watching as those gorgeous legs turned and began to slowly stride her direction, her eyes traveled back up the length of him and locked with his. Amusement danced in their blue depths and shined brightly with pure male satisfaction. Her stomach flip flops as he place one hand on either side of her chair and leans in close. “ You’ve got that look about you woman.” he growls, brushing his lips across hers and along her jawline, he buries his face into her neck and inhales deeply. 

The platform for which my feet are planted on, 

continues to tremble and shake.      

The abrasive and chaotic noises from ahead quicken my pace. 

With a song that never changes and is yet never the same,

 Here is another one I must face. 

Still, one more gauntlet to be raced, 

 more tears to be bleed, more demons to be chased.

Just hold on,

driving through the valley of 

The Great Unknown

open up the headlights, 

Shine on. 

Everyone around you has 

A heart of stone. 

But you just roll on. 

Just roll on.