Butterfly wings and a soft crooked smile. Determination and a soulful stare. Not much more has she to offer, but she offers it without hesitation. Her heart, an open book, is an easy acquisition. Her tears flow freely, providing rivers for hurt’s voyage. Her journey begins…
Standing at sanity’s edge, she peers over…bargaining for a quick descent. She closes her eyes and takes the first step, silently praying that she’s chosen the right ledge. Her wings are lifted and mangled by the venomous updrafts and she flutters downward. Unseen, hidden claws, scornful and mocking, rip at her skin and taunt her will. Ever smiling and arms outstretched, she closes her eyes and embraces the hatred, knowing that there is no retreat. Decision made….finality.
There is no light, no evidence that her decision was wise. Is she well enough prepared for where she will land? Will she be accepted and worthy once her journey ends? She can only hold fast to faith in her heart and its desires. Plummeting towards love, towards beauty…she hopes that the devastating impact will be worth it, that the pain will be absorbed as bliss.
“Please,” she whispers as her wings are ripped away and her toes touch terra. “Please…”
Silence explodes around her and the darkness is blinding. Huddled and shivering, vulnerable now, her emotions are struggling to infuse with logic. Her eyes, still closed tightly, fear the scenery unveiled. This environment is foreign…but it is home. “I am afraid, “she whispers aloud, and this admission goes unanswered.
She has fallen, by intent….influenced by adoration. She tentatively opens her eyes and blinks as the harsh light invades. Flightless and left to balance herself on trembling legs, she takes one hesitant step towards forever……towards Him…..and smiles…
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Endurance...
Amber pools reflected in azure twilight across ages of shadows and dark. Forgotten dreams and lost remembrances edge back into now. Thrilling uncertainty caresses their minds and jostles stoic hearts, ripples in a once stagnant sea. They now are prepared to replay, to re-invent time lost.
He creates within her a reason to believe, and she does...she believes that He will be the salve that heals the injured spirit she has carried, hidden from most...opened only unto Him. Her faith in who He is...incorruptible. Her idea of who she is depends completely on how He holds her. She silently pleads He will keep her complete....that He will simply keep her.
In His eyes she sees light, joy, longing....the idea that she could ignite His soul is acknowledged but not fully realized in her mind. She has become defined by His desires, new even to Him. The leather...a tool to coax melodies from her skin, a symphony in her heart. Each lash is velvet lightening by which she is recreated, made more, made whole. Each kiss a force undefined, piercing her mind as well as her will.
Time with Him is immeasurable joy...the whisper of His lips spilling all secrets onto her pale satin skin. His arms enveloping her, she is His prisoner.....no pardons, no release. Time spent with Him is simply wondrous...her small soft hands massaging His powerful shoulders, injecting her soul into His heart. The sounds of His breathing, her perfect lullaby...how easily the heartless, dark things stay huddled far out of thought, and she sleeps unburdened in His arms.
But time escapes so very quickly, racing past...brandishing razors, slicing away at her resolve. How she longs to capture time and pry away the blades...imprison it for her use...disarm it forever. To command time would be her greatest ally, to be allowed infinity at His side...or a stolen, precious, few seconds given just to gaze into His beautiful eyes, feel His warm embrace and hear Him say, "I love you."
The depth of love and devotion she feels for Him both frightens and soothes her...for an absence from Him is torture of the most malevolent kind. The pain rips her soul and splinters sanity, yet she remains lucid...forced to endure separation.
And for the light of her world, the life in her veins....she will endure.
For Him...she will endure all.
He creates within her a reason to believe, and she does...she believes that He will be the salve that heals the injured spirit she has carried, hidden from most...opened only unto Him. Her faith in who He is...incorruptible. Her idea of who she is depends completely on how He holds her. She silently pleads He will keep her complete....that He will simply keep her.
In His eyes she sees light, joy, longing....the idea that she could ignite His soul is acknowledged but not fully realized in her mind. She has become defined by His desires, new even to Him. The leather...a tool to coax melodies from her skin, a symphony in her heart. Each lash is velvet lightening by which she is recreated, made more, made whole. Each kiss a force undefined, piercing her mind as well as her will.
Time with Him is immeasurable joy...the whisper of His lips spilling all secrets onto her pale satin skin. His arms enveloping her, she is His prisoner.....no pardons, no release. Time spent with Him is simply wondrous...her small soft hands massaging His powerful shoulders, injecting her soul into His heart. The sounds of His breathing, her perfect lullaby...how easily the heartless, dark things stay huddled far out of thought, and she sleeps unburdened in His arms.
But time escapes so very quickly, racing past...brandishing razors, slicing away at her resolve. How she longs to capture time and pry away the blades...imprison it for her use...disarm it forever. To command time would be her greatest ally, to be allowed infinity at His side...or a stolen, precious, few seconds given just to gaze into His beautiful eyes, feel His warm embrace and hear Him say, "I love you."
The depth of love and devotion she feels for Him both frightens and soothes her...for an absence from Him is torture of the most malevolent kind. The pain rips her soul and splinters sanity, yet she remains lucid...forced to endure separation.
And for the light of her world, the life in her veins....she will endure.
For Him...she will endure all.
Destiny Waits...
The brilliance of the sun is reduced to a mere glimmer in his presence. His smile wounds even the most solid of resolves, recovery will eternally fail. The sound of his voice deafens her to all other sound...thunder is but a whisper on her ears. His touch--welcomed agony, a craving she would sacrifice all to endure. Dazzling to her soul, his beauty is blinding; she sees only because he wills it. A remembrance of him sears longing into every fiber, igniting each nerve, burning him into her.
Her name on his sacred, velvet lips likened unto her birth, over and over...she is created, for him. An eternity he has held her, infinity is undefined...she is cradled in his love, amazed and undeserving...terrifyingly secure in his hands; trusting his grasp unconditionally.
She wonders how she's lived without him, how she could survive his absence. Her soul pleads for his, standing in his shadow she barely shimmers...his light claiming all he encounters, creating her pathway to his side.
Unbelievable....he wants her. He loves her. She is awed. How could this beautiful, wonderful man love her, want her, whisper his need of her on her mind...breathe it over her skin? Sudden fear crashes through her. Losing him would be worse than any death imagined, an emptiness her mind simply cannot absorb. Panic races across her heart...
"Angel."
She turns towards him as he speaks and again she is enthralled with his magnificence. Leaning down to her, he brushes his gentle fingers across her lips and whispers in a voice that punctures her heart.
"My angel, my life, my love...you are me. I am you, together we are one soul. You wonder how I could love you? My beloved, I am the blessed one. To know you is MY privilege, I am awed by YOU. There will never be enough time to tell you, to show you just how much I love you. I will live each and every second for that purpose."
His scorching kiss dissolves all doubt, she now understands, now she believes.
Destiny waits...
Her name on his sacred, velvet lips likened unto her birth, over and over...she is created, for him. An eternity he has held her, infinity is undefined...she is cradled in his love, amazed and undeserving...terrifyingly secure in his hands; trusting his grasp unconditionally.
She wonders how she's lived without him, how she could survive his absence. Her soul pleads for his, standing in his shadow she barely shimmers...his light claiming all he encounters, creating her pathway to his side.
Unbelievable....he wants her. He loves her. She is awed. How could this beautiful, wonderful man love her, want her, whisper his need of her on her mind...breathe it over her skin? Sudden fear crashes through her. Losing him would be worse than any death imagined, an emptiness her mind simply cannot absorb. Panic races across her heart...
"Angel."
She turns towards him as he speaks and again she is enthralled with his magnificence. Leaning down to her, he brushes his gentle fingers across her lips and whispers in a voice that punctures her heart.
"My angel, my life, my love...you are me. I am you, together we are one soul. You wonder how I could love you? My beloved, I am the blessed one. To know you is MY privilege, I am awed by YOU. There will never be enough time to tell you, to show you just how much I love you. I will live each and every second for that purpose."
His scorching kiss dissolves all doubt, she now understands, now she believes.
Destiny waits...
Fallen...
"A bite on his shoulder intense enough to lightly pierce the skin...a subtle taste of copper-metallic blood on her tongue. Hot and rapid, yet faint breathing against his ear. Adept fingers tracing each bone in his spine...digging in only enough to send electric waves of fire to areas he knew not could be enticed. Smoldering eyes reaching deep into his soul...caressing it with scorching passion, then cooling it to keep it malleable, to tease it...to own it.
Losing control of his body, the feeling of being lifted...there's no air yet he pants...breathing in the heady, toxic aroma of her. Trembling beneath her expert grasp...submitting willingly...giving his life to feel her above him...beneath him...around him.His breathing quickens with doomed anticipation of the bliss her dominating bite will grant.
His mind and soul damned, given over to her...just to slip into the velvet ice that is her...dissolve into her, become one with this angel of pain and love, passion and tears. She will show no mercy.He is lost, he knows...she will take away all that is familiar and replace it with only what she wills, what she commands...this is the eternity he seeks.He is painfully falling...sweetly listing, held aloft by his deviant needs, devoured and conquered. Her soul surrounds him.
Clouded moans and seared vision. Bleeding shivers, lucid insanity.
Whispered pleas and echoing heartbeats.
Thunderous sighs, pleasured fantasy.
Fallen and consumed. He is freed..."
Losing control of his body, the feeling of being lifted...there's no air yet he pants...breathing in the heady, toxic aroma of her. Trembling beneath her expert grasp...submitting willingly...giving his life to feel her above him...beneath him...around him.His breathing quickens with doomed anticipation of the bliss her dominating bite will grant.
His mind and soul damned, given over to her...just to slip into the velvet ice that is her...dissolve into her, become one with this angel of pain and love, passion and tears. She will show no mercy.He is lost, he knows...she will take away all that is familiar and replace it with only what she wills, what she commands...this is the eternity he seeks.He is painfully falling...sweetly listing, held aloft by his deviant needs, devoured and conquered. Her soul surrounds him.
Clouded moans and seared vision. Bleeding shivers, lucid insanity.
Whispered pleas and echoing heartbeats.
Thunderous sighs, pleasured fantasy.
Fallen and consumed. He is freed..."
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