Another poem that i'm going to just hack up like a furball... let's see what lands on the monitor, shall we? LOL!
Divinely Falling
Wicked smile and clever hands
you touch me
somewhere {there} deep inside,
those delicious dark places
where my true self hides.
A lovely package
of sweetly kissed control
that batters my barriers
as I struggle to resist
the unresistable you.
Letting you wrap your Self
inside and out of Me
I succumb with a sigh
then a scream of delight...
being bad has never
felt so good.
ahhhhh.... okay, that is not so great, but its all i have for today. i may need to rework this one over for awhile... no pun intended, LOL!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
On Being Naive
A bit of babble and stepping off the "about writing" posts this morning. Though really, it's all interelated isn't it? How and what we write is influenced by our perceptions and experiences and fantasies. The psycholigical dance of the human beast is an intrical part of any tale.
I can be a ridiculously self-centered little diva at times. Not in arrogance (I don't think) but in naivity and the foolish projection that what i know to be true must be true for everyone (if only they would stop and think about it for a second). Oh, I'm not talking grand truths, or religious truths or even political truths. To each his own on that. I'm talking about being open-minded and nonjudgmental about personal truths. I'm talking about being aware of the fascinating diversity of the human mind and accepting that preferences in aspects of living life are as varied as stars in the sky.
Until recently, the past year or so, I bounced through life like a colorful beachball, bouncing off people, objects, ideas, circumstances - just merrily careening all over the place with a silly honesty and innocent belief that i could say whatever i was thinking and the people i bounced off of would just accept me or ignore me. I never considered that there were people who would take personal offense to the things I talk about and enjoyed. Or worse, that there were people who would try to manipulate me purely for their own entertainment. Uh, yeah - talk about naive. ~big old eyeroll at myself~
So I've learned to keep my mouth shut. Oh, not all the time. Obviously, I'm babbling here. But I'm alot more cautious than i used to be. Which is actually a good thing. Passionately talking about reading BDSM stories at a party - so not a good idea. (I now realize the riveted looks I got were not fascination but more like they were watching a train wreck.) Talking about paranormal erotic kink with writers - perfectly safe.
Ummm - i think it's called learning discretion on my part.
I still have a bit of the wild child in me... i guess it's a part of my personality or something because I simply CANNOT just behave. But I've learned to create appropriate places and groups with which to share the various parts of who I am. And to keep RL separate from my wilder ways.
And yeah, i used to actually babble quite openly about the need to toss away sexual preconceptions with veritable strangers, among other controversial topics. I thought the way to break down taboos was to discuss them openly. Silly wench.
Maybe naive wasn't the right word for me... maybe stoopid sums it up better.
I can be a ridiculously self-centered little diva at times. Not in arrogance (I don't think) but in naivity and the foolish projection that what i know to be true must be true for everyone (if only they would stop and think about it for a second). Oh, I'm not talking grand truths, or religious truths or even political truths. To each his own on that. I'm talking about being open-minded and nonjudgmental about personal truths. I'm talking about being aware of the fascinating diversity of the human mind and accepting that preferences in aspects of living life are as varied as stars in the sky.
Until recently, the past year or so, I bounced through life like a colorful beachball, bouncing off people, objects, ideas, circumstances - just merrily careening all over the place with a silly honesty and innocent belief that i could say whatever i was thinking and the people i bounced off of would just accept me or ignore me. I never considered that there were people who would take personal offense to the things I talk about and enjoyed. Or worse, that there were people who would try to manipulate me purely for their own entertainment. Uh, yeah - talk about naive. ~big old eyeroll at myself~
So I've learned to keep my mouth shut. Oh, not all the time. Obviously, I'm babbling here. But I'm alot more cautious than i used to be. Which is actually a good thing. Passionately talking about reading BDSM stories at a party - so not a good idea. (I now realize the riveted looks I got were not fascination but more like they were watching a train wreck.) Talking about paranormal erotic kink with writers - perfectly safe.
Ummm - i think it's called learning discretion on my part.
I still have a bit of the wild child in me... i guess it's a part of my personality or something because I simply CANNOT just behave. But I've learned to create appropriate places and groups with which to share the various parts of who I am. And to keep RL separate from my wilder ways.
And yeah, i used to actually babble quite openly about the need to toss away sexual preconceptions with veritable strangers, among other controversial topics. I thought the way to break down taboos was to discuss them openly. Silly wench.
Maybe naive wasn't the right word for me... maybe stoopid sums it up better.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Wicked Hot! Why Yes She Is.
Wahoo! My pal Charli's latest is out and I'll be down at Borders demanding my copy as soon as i get off work.Her latest book "Wicked Hot" sounds simply sizzlin.
Here's a little preview i snatched off her blog:
Two immortal warriors attending to her every need…
The struggle between good and evil is about to get…Wicked Hot
Edana is a succubus—a breathtakingly beautiful demon who offers men their most decadent fantasy in exchange for their souls. No one can get close to her without being destroyed..until she meets Eli and Dal. Both men are Nephilim, immortal warriors who bind and banish demons. Edana’s mission is to arouse their lust and steal their souls before they can destroy her—she never expects to fall in love. Shared by two virile lovers and lost in a world of sensation, Edana begins to fall for one of the warriors, jeopardizing her mission. Only he has power to save her, but first she must give him power over her heart—and her destiny…
The struggle between good and evil is about to get…Wicked Hot
Edana is a succubus—a breathtakingly beautiful demon who offers men their most decadent fantasy in exchange for their souls. No one can get close to her without being destroyed..until she meets Eli and Dal. Both men are Nephilim, immortal warriors who bind and banish demons. Edana’s mission is to arouse their lust and steal their souls before they can destroy her—she never expects to fall in love. Shared by two virile lovers and lost in a world of sensation, Edana begins to fall for one of the warriors, jeopardizing her mission. Only he has power to save her, but first she must give him power over her heart—and her destiny…
So get yourself down to the nearest bookstore this week, do yourself a favor and get a copy. I haven't even read it and i know you'll thank me.
Cuz you know... demons are the new black.
~grin~
Monday, July 21, 2008
Dark poem#1835 :D
Here's an old one from last year.
Really dark. REALLY really DARK.
~heh~
I can get kinda pissy sometimes.... (pardon the use of your word Pissy-darlin')
In the Dark of Your Night
Foul beast
that slinks in shadows,
hyena grin
believing you have them all fooled.
Death is your closest companion
a bosum buddy
to warm you in the lonely nights
when you accept
that you have nothing left to lose.
The blackness within multiplies
festering
in beautiful decay
and there is a joy
in the tainting
of everything you touch.
Lashing out
at the inevitable,
the inner rage simmering as
your forced smile
bleeds to grimace
and destruction is
all you have left to share.
(the poem wraps up with sticking my tongue out. It's a performance piece.)
Really dark. REALLY really DARK.
~heh~
I can get kinda pissy sometimes.... (pardon the use of your word Pissy-darlin')
In the Dark of Your Night
Foul beast
that slinks in shadows,
hyena grin
believing you have them all fooled.
Death is your closest companion
a bosum buddy
to warm you in the lonely nights
when you accept
that you have nothing left to lose.
The blackness within multiplies
festering
in beautiful decay
and there is a joy
in the tainting
of everything you touch.
Lashing out
at the inevitable,
the inner rage simmering as
your forced smile
bleeds to grimace
and destruction is
all you have left to share.
(the poem wraps up with sticking my tongue out. It's a performance piece.)
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