No Love Lost Here

The Gods of Thunder & Lightning are at it again. He yells, she screams.

And I like it, not the yelling and screaming part of course, I’m not that cold… but I do like the love between them.

You see the way it works is that they’re ‘fighting the love in’. They truly do care for each other dearly and in the end fighting is just another form of foreplay, right?

The first time jitters

Your finger lingers, touching the sensitive skin of my belly. Your hand moved smoothly over the bumps of my ribs. Your fingers splayed freely over my goose-pimpled flesh. I was scared, but who wouldn’t be?

Being this free with you was damn intimidating. I’m sure I shivered, but the gentleman in you just didn’t acknowledge that.

Your devilish eyes played over every inch of my nakedness. And when you peeled my hands back to see me, I sent out a silent “Thank you” to the heavens that you wanted to see me like this.

The Pool

Child-like footprints, bloodied & sparse, leading the way like breadcrumbs to a darkened corner where she sits huddled against the darkness where she feels the walls closing in on her.

The sticky crimson marks her face as it drenches her hands, while her blackened eye acts as more than just a reason… an excuse… a way out.

But the red pool beckons inviting her into its sinful depths.

And all you long for is the embrace of a lost love to feel the imagined arms encircle you, to have the cold dank emptiness dissolve into blackness…