"Go ahead child and tap the glass, this is not merely your reflection you see staring back. Amongst the turns and twists, deep within its bowels, something far more evil awaits, until your guard is down. For each dimensional force, wishes to be free, and when one is dead, they want nothing more to have what you possess.
Brush your hair and sing lovely songs, see your smiling face staring back at you, waiting silently as they smile back in return to make their move, and to pull you through, into their world, far more subdued. Where no matter how much you plead, beg and scream for release, no one will hear you, your fate sealed in eternity. Until the day another grows far too curious and reaches out for one small caress, and you can snatch them in, pulling them through.
A never ending cycle of devious exchanges, a push and pull for proper residence, shared by your doppelganger. Nothing is as easy, or simplistic as it seems, and when you stand before your mirror tonight, children, brushing your little teeth, do not lean in too closely, for their patience wears thin……”
Hush now child, do not cry,
it is not so bad really, that everyone had to die.
You have become a true artist, masterful with blood,
your audience captivated, your sweet reputation akin, amongst the mud.
Now it is true that you rightfully belong,
among the dredges of society, you wrote the lyrics to this sinister song.
Madness brought you peace, at least for that solemn moment,
that the knife sank into their screaming throats, your lust you had to vent.
Solitary confinement will not be so bad,
for you have the vivid memories of the Jackson Pollock you left the day you went mad.
Once upon a time, or so the story is told,
a dismal casualty of war, her soul she willingly sold.
A female of unsubstantial residence, lived with many a plight,
she gave up her life, and easily ended the fight.
Her demons how they howled and sought to latch until she screamed,
her fragile mind shattered, all she had wanted, lost all she dreamed.
Now as she wallows in her self pity, deep in the bowels of Hell,
she found her end not so merry, the solemn day she fell.
"Sex appeal is not easily defined, it is not as simple as the swell of her breast, or opening her thighs. Females have a veritable treasure trove of delicacies begging to be explored. From the curve of her neck that fits the press of your lips like a puzzle piece to the comfort of her smooth skin, and warm embrace.
Lust shines in the irises of her eyes, and that slight catch in her throat, the sweet way she says your name, with want and reverence like pure, wild honey dripping from her tongue. Cast your net with a sway of your hips but do not forget the beauty of a conversation, the art of teasing, tantalizing the senses until he is drove to the brink of madness to taste and touch you.
You are not merely a toy to be played with on a whim, but a being to be savored, explored and coddled. You are in charge, make it memorable for you both, a give and take to be slow and exploratory. She is your muse, your sanction, your personal fuck toy, at your disposal.
Treat her right, and she will make all your dreams come true.”
From dusk to dawn, amongst the morning light, arose a prince, with stealth and strength, a force never to be pardoned, or denied. With fury of sword, and sure sighted might, he favors no sides, no definitive solace shall be shown, or whispered pleas to be spared. To see a sharp azure glow amongst your mounting evening, a pit forms in your bowels, the fear sends you reeling. For when the harbinger comes to call, his momentum of strength will end them all. Until against the rubble and splatters of blood, he bows his head, his battle won.
Today is the day he becomes an oscar winner!!
"Every female understand that ache, knows when the fire erupts in their belly, burning deep with the inability to be ignored. Her nerve endings wired, small fissures of electrical current begging to find a conductor, to latch onto, molded and expanded to leave her vying for breath, gasping, searching, demanding air. It is the one time we feel whole, fulfilled, stretched and quelled the moment he thrusts deep inside of you.
There is something to be said for the fireworks, that immediate hiss as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him tight against her. She is at your mercy, your fevered servant, you are the conductor, as she performs a triumphant orchestra to your standing ovation.
Fingers knead, nails dig, breaths combine, as you move together in rhythmic fashion, you are her savior, the one to quench the burn, she has waited all day for this moment, that time you are one….”
Outer beauty can fade like the sands of time, you only know true, unfiltered, raw pulchritude, when your mind is open to new ideas and your heart is willing to embrace ones enemies. ~ The Succubus
"I am in love with love.
Hopelessly, whole heartedly, with every fiber of my being, there is nothing else in the world that is quite so formidable, delicious, and fulfilling as when your heart is full to overflowing. When you are in love, the air is sweeter, the sun shines brighter, your smile is infectious and there is a continual song replaying in your mind to match the bounce in your step.
When you are loved in return those feelings are manifested times infinity, just the sound of his voice can make a bad day, brighter. Somehow, all the problems of the world seem to fade away, dissolve into time, and nothing else matters in that moment but the two of you. Heart and soul, mind and body, a perfect half to your soul, designed and derived for you alone.
Your soul mate knows you, understands you, has an empathetic bond that is untouchable by any other. We all have one, and when we find them, your world wraps around them, and you have no idea what you ever did without them, not when life is so perfectly complete with them by your side.”
"Life is a constant struggle of the will and desire to walk a straight line, never deviating from the path you designed for yourself. Often time the world has other plans, this divine forte’ of assurance that all is written out, and predetermined in the form of destiny, easily denied, scrutinized as the twists and turns of a foggy road appears in front of us, with a fork and a decision. Do we continue on that straight path, or do we take the darkened road, full of uncertainty, and potential danger.
Do we trust the certainty of a boring existence, or slip into the unknown? Left or right, right or wrong, life or death, sometimes its okay to slip into the void, and open up a whole new world of possibilities that were always right at your fingertips. You only need to open your eyes, and trust in yourself to know what is best for you.”
"The little things in life, mean the most. Affection comes in the form of a soft kiss, a gentle hug, a brush of your fingers against her smooth cheek, or a slip of her hand into your own. As your fingers envelope hers, in that moment she feels safe, she knows you have her, and that nothing else matters. To know love, to understand forever, comes from an appreciation you never let slip…..
Surprise her, a picked wildflower on your way home, a treat she adores wrapped in a small package, pull her into your lap and hold her close, whispering against her ear what she means to you. You could change her whole day, her demeanor on life, knowing that you care can mean the difference of seeing the sun after a hundred days off rain.
She was made to be yours, treat her delicately, say her name with reverence, look into her eyes and smile with love shining back for no other reason than to see her smile in return. Remind her she is beautiful, even if she argues, you have no idea what you have just done to her self esteem, assure her there is no other that could ever compare to her, she is your one and only, that you would lay your life on the line for her at any given moment.
Above all else, tell her she is yours… again and again and again, her heart will skip a beat, her love overflowing, if she knows beyond any shadow of a doubt she possesses your heart, a place with room that no one else could ever fill but her….”
Power is palatable, it lies in the marrow of your bones, the slide of your blood through your veins, and the heads your turn when commanding attention. To know power is to understand the world, to see things through everyones eyes, to speak like you would desire to be spoken to, to respect all, above anything else. Is she more powerful because she is beautiful, do heads turn at her full lips and soft glisten of her hair, or because she carries herself with an aura of dynamism?
Lightning fizzles across her skin, her voice calls attention, soft, seductive, sweet and sultry, the sound of your name against her tongue will stop you in your tracks.
She knows she has influence, yet she is full of humility, the strongest and most influential power of all……
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
There is far more to a female than ample curves and soft skin, confidence is key, when you can hold your head high and earn the respect of those around you. When she opens her mouth and exudes a definitive right to be everything wrapped in a small package. She is a keeper when her intelligence is larger than her breast size, when she speaks, you listen even if you find your eyes casually roving down her skin. When the sex is over and she lays in your arms, and you find yourself captivated by the soft glimmer in her eyes and the reverence in which she speaks…. She is everything, the total package, and you have no idea how lucky you are to hold her affections….
When she comes for you, it is unlike any other experience the two of you could share. The delicate pants, sharp intakes of breath, the rhythmic twists and turns of her body under your control. You are all powerful, a moment in time where she is at your complete mercy, begging for you to continue to induce pleasure, unlike any she has ever known.
Her nails dig into the sheets, the arch of her back as she presses herself tighter to your body, the cleave of her fingers against your wrist begging you not to stop. The scent of lust and passion is formidable in the air, you can smell it as you delve your tastebuds into her wetness, your pleasure intwined.
As her thighs grow tight, her body begins to shake, your mouth flooded with the sweet cloying cream as your name reaches your ear drums. All the thanks you need as she writhes underneath of you, catching her breath with a look of dizzying happiness and reverence in her eyes.
"Will have me some of that."