What good it was to give so much for little? Why did I have to come this far? Foolish, oh so very foolish of me. I threw myself into the grave, headfirst, willingly.
Tag: passion
Red is my Colour
It has always been. Reflects the blood under my skin. Enhances my fire, or at least the blaze of its now dull desire. It drives my swaying hips, projects flares, does magic tricks. It justifies a sultry lingering air.
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted was for him to hold me with raw passion, his heart pounding against my breasts, his hand grabbing my arm as if I was his only possession. His eyes digging deep into my soul as if his life depended on my kisses, as if I was his last breath. Pinning me down, as if I was the only thing to save his life.
Chained
Every time I open it and I see that three-legged letter my heart starts racing. I know what's coming, I just know! its meaning, and the story behind, for I feel equally, at the same time. I'm never wrong! Why do I feel so much? Have I been cursed? I want to be free from… Continue reading Chained
Fire Princess
Turn down the mind, kindle the heart, for tonight the flames ignite, bursting in millions of stars. I pulsate in the shapes of my flares, my eyes flecked with sparks, my bosom filled with rapture, my womb burning in desire. I am a princess of fire.
For you… with Love
Before, when I was only a bit more naive than I am today, my loving parents would decide what was right and wrong for me, and of course that was perfectly fine, why would I wish for something different, anyway, like for example singing on the Moon? I was a very obedient girl with wild… Continue reading For you… with Love
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