Through the senses.

Touches against walls
In the chamber of salaciousness
Send occult sparks soaring
Through the senses.

Saccharine gasps congest the air
Underneath aphrodisiac sheets,
Metamorphosing into beastly cries
Shedding tingles down enervated chines.

Eyes blister from incalescent breaths
Escaping moist lips; Surging
Through damp skin, amplifying the humidity
And dew gently wetting the sheets.

A hidden tear falls
Across breast, tickling
Amongst saliva and sweat,
Like a lost child blending in
Amidst strangers;
Its purpose lost, forgotten
If it were for joy,
Sadness, pain, or
Instinct.

The cast away tear vanished
From all solicitude
During the supreme,
Ecstatic climax
Shared completely
As both dripping parties
Come.

Save Me

Your name is there on my tongue and your voice inseminates images in my mind
similes of scenes flash thru my head, acts of pain and pleasure you designed

I've searched for comprehension of my sulking discontent with conventionality
wondered at my ambition to achieve the liberty that appalls my personality

I could not see that my freedom was my despair
True liberation was within the confines of a lair

My denials perpertrating suicide on my own exultation
THEN a master exposed my need for incarceration

Save me from my independence! this defiance is a fake
dominate me and take away the ache

The pain you lovingly inflict on my flesh is liberation
It releases me from self-deprecation

I desperately need you to make me your slave
my contentment depends on you, make me behave

I will gladly perform all your wicked dreams
I'll pretend to defiantly resist you in scenes

If only you will master me
I will give you the key.

SAVE ME

Bisexuality

I found this to be a great piece!

A pair of ugly green leather loafers that showed up on my doorstep one morning, unexpected. They caught me by surprise. I had to take them, even though I truly hated them. They were completely foreign to everything I was. But I couldn't give them away, and I couldn't throw them away. I tried to forget about them, to push them to the dirty closet floor of my subconscious, buried under piles of clothes, bags, and shoes. But they were always there. I hadn't chosen to have them, it wasn't MY decision, it wasn’t fair. Why me?

I lived in denial for quite a long time. But after a while, I became less disgusted with them. Sometimes, I’d even take them out of my closet when I was sure no one was watching, and look at them. But I’d always end up putting them back.

I was still nervous about letting anyone know I had them, but one muggy day in North Carolina, I showed them to Mary and Izzy. They didn’t think they were gross or ugly or undesirable at all, as I had feared people would think.

Those two friends made a world of difference to me. I became increasingly comfortable in them, I wore them more and more proudly. I learned to love the faded green color, I got to know every crease in the leather, trace it with my fingers. I polished them ‘til they shone like gold.

Now I no longer hide them. I love them as part of myself. Some people don’t like them, they say they’re disgusting and to never talk to them again. But those people aren’t worth my time, anyway.


This is who I am, this is me.

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by ~beaux-yeux-tristes

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