Surges of Love Amidst Brutality — ABCs Of Kink

I updated my Fetlife profile yesterday with some new photos (@CreatureCrea if you’re interested). A couple of them are a bit on the brutal side, depicting around 90 needles as my tools of torture in a CBT scene. As scary as that looks though, the session itself was nothing but loving and kind. Brimming with…

via Surges of Love Amidst Brutality — ABCs Of Kink

Soul Food

The sun long gone

The moon high in the sky shines down

While I alone engrossed in a tome of unseen lore

Ponder the wit and folly of the day

In a smoky room with dim light

Reclined in chair

I seek my comfort in words

Words that are lost on the tongue

And find deaf ears

Yet here the words find purpose

As the mind devours their meaning

Savoring the delicate nature

Of the balance they bring to the night

Soul food

Chill

A cold chill that won’t go away

Here in the light of the sun

I see my breath exhale

Even though I’m in hell

 

The sweat rolls

As sin takes it toll

And once again I give in

To the  temptation

That leads to ruination

 

Yet freedom is found

In the disaster of the ringing alarms

The lovely sound

Of a love that harms

 

I feel no pain

As I go numb

And find the truth insane

As reality never will come

 

Walking Planes v1

Walking the planes

That trip reality

Ever vigilant

Making haste

For the touch of death

Tramples thru

The pondering’s of all I see

 

I smell the flesh on the bonfire of the damned

And lose my breath

To enchanting sight of time bending

And feel temporal extortion’s begin

To manipulate the fabric of all

As I am peeled from reality

 

All of this was preordained

And a bolt to the dome

Couldn’t of been more fitting

For lost in the crowd

Was I who in blissful ignorance

Lashed out with cruel ultimatums

To no avail

As the heard the bell

 

Spelling annihilation

For all including me

As a supreme verdict came

And armageddon reigned

Ending the game

Serpent’s kiss

Slowly silently slithering

Whispering vague ruination’s

That hiss in one ear and slither out the other

Upon every lover

Here in the shimmering glittering light

Of your body rising and falling

With every flick of a forked tongue

Even moan, every gasp

Your soul in my grasp

As you swallow the young

And we move into the night

In unison with the rhythm of our dark imaginations

Until out of breath

And taken by the sweet little death