InsiduousTender kisses on your lips.Insiduous by ~msdaizi
Soft wet trail and hands on hips.
Gently trembling, patient slow.
Inner lava starts to flow.
Stronger, clenching, aching, close.
Hot hard breath between us both.
Gentle whispers, hidden threat.
Grinding bodies bathed in sweat.
Surprised by lust so naked raw
The wanton me so briefly saw.
Turned on by harsh words softly said
The eager wanting in my head.
My teeth touch you, so careful, smooth
Yet quickly, fierce, with strength I move.
My nails rake lines upon your skin
This passion, burning, twisted sin.
My no growled low in panting tones
Hips betray thrust deep and slow.
My fury feeds you, the fire's alight
So hard so fast, so wrong, so right.
Forced on, you ride me, frantic, wild.
I come, my body laid, defiled.
Our love turned black and hard and cold
While in my arms my soul you hold.
AddictionHave you ever had a daemon? One that sits upon your shoulder? Never making a move until it's time is right? It'll sit there, and tease, but never make you crave that simple thing, that thing you seem to need. Then you think about it. All on your own. You do half it's job for you it seems. And it hits. A craving. You start to twitch. And your mind seems dark, like a veil of shadows have taken control. You ache but know you can't give in. There is no need to. It would just be out of habit if you did. But you sit there. And think. Think about it's pleasures, its torture, it's hold on you. You sit there and twitch, wishing you could, but knowing you can't. No reason, just a craving... Just an addiction that's coming back.Addiction by ~DarkFyreNights
DarknessIt consumed me. It cradled me in its womb of power.Darkness by ~DarkFyreNights
Never was there light. I learned to see in the darkness.
Nearly blind, I was but it took me anyway.
There are unseen terrors in the darkness though.
Creatures, emotions,powers you wouldn't dare imagine.
Like claws the hands of that dark hell has.
Gripping you tighter and pulling you deeper as they caress the skin.
They make you weightless, and yet you feel more pressure, as if
you are Atlas, and you hold up the sky, knowing they mustn't touch.
You feel a band from the pit of your stomach, tied to the darkness.
Like you're grounded and must spread you roots deeper into the earth.
Soon and iron chain becomes your tie, forcing you to stay.
It is always there, even when you do as you are commanded,
gripping ever tighter, constricting the life out of you.
When you try to escape, claws, like daggers rip into your skin,
making you bleed. You try to ignore the pain, try to get out,
try to run, but the chains that tie you down are s