Semi-Explicit content, ahead.
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wolven7No Words Needed
We could hardly contain ourselves;
we had been together for what seemed
like Ages.
Though our weeks together had been short,
we knew the topographies of each other's bodies,
like well studied maps.
This mountain range, here, flows
to this valley, here, and the water in that valley
is oh so very sweet.
This tangle of hair,
This as-yet uncharted nexus of flesh and skin--
you gave them to me, freely, and asked nothing,
but my attention,
in return.
I gave it gladly.
But as I lay with you,
in bed,
my mind would stray back, to that wondrous
first time.
There was the silken whisper
of the flat of the blade, against your neck.
I felt the ridges of your back,
your collar bone, reassuringly firm
under my hand.
Your clavicle, and your scapula,
forming the perfect hollow for my face,
my lips,
my teeth.
The feeling of being whole, with you,
and the mutual tearing of flesh, all of this...
I had held back for so long...
There was no one whom i trusted, enough to
reveal myself to them,
that deeply.
Who would understand that want?
Those cravings?
But you enjoyed it...
You guided my hand, and begged for more,
and when i seemed to divert my attention,
you focused your own, on me...
There were no words needed,
You simply took my throat in your teeth,
my back with your nails,
and my ribs with the gentle,
sweet-nothingness whispers
of your knife.
We had found...
not love,
But completion,
Understanding.
At the very least,
Companionship.
But where are you, now?
What has happened to the ideals we shared?
Perhaps our time together was nothing more,
for you,
than an experiment.
A simple chasing after some unknown urges,
you once found repugnant.
But-- and you know this to be true--
you have a thirst, within you.
I've seen it, in our passions
in our personal performances,
with our private audiences
of each other.
You thirst for pain.
You thirst for pleasure.
You hunger for the knowledge,
the ability to merge the two.
You yearn for the understanding
of the spectrum they compose.
You will always long
for the pretty murmur
of a blade on your skin,
the feel of sharpened nails
down your back,
of pointed teeth
in your supple, pliant flesh.
Which is why you will--
when everything else
pales and bleeds
away--
always return to my arms.
And that is why I will--
when all else is pain, distraction,
and misery--
be able to think of you,
and smile.
(c)2002 Damien Williams
We could hardly contain ourselves;
we had been together for what seemed
like Ages.
Though our weeks together had been short,
we knew the topographies of each other's bodies,
like well studied maps.
This mountain range, here, flows
to this valley, here, and the water in that valley
is oh so very sweet.
This tangle of hair,
This as-yet uncharted nexus of flesh and skin--
you gave them to me, freely, and asked nothing,
but my attention,
in return.
I gave it gladly.
But as I lay with you,
in bed,
my mind would stray back, to that wondrous
first time.
There was the silken whisper
of the flat of the blade, against your neck.
I felt the ridges of your back,
your collar bone, reassuringly firm
under my hand.
Your clavicle, and your scapula,
forming the perfect hollow for my face,
my lips,
my teeth.
The feeling of being whole, with you,
and the mutual tearing of flesh, all of this...
I had held back for so long...
There was no one whom i trusted, enough to
reveal myself to them,
that deeply.
Who would understand that want?
Those cravings?
But you enjoyed it...
You guided my hand, and begged for more,
and when i seemed to divert my attention,
you focused your own, on me...
There were no words needed,
You simply took my throat in your teeth,
my back with your nails,
and my ribs with the gentle,
sweet-nothingness whispers
of your knife.
We had found...
not love,
But completion,
Understanding.
At the very least,
Companionship.
But where are you, now?
What has happened to the ideals we shared?
Perhaps our time together was nothing more,
for you,
than an experiment.
A simple chasing after some unknown urges,
you once found repugnant.
But-- and you know this to be true--
you have a thirst, within you.
I've seen it, in our passions
in our personal performances,
with our private audiences
of each other.
You thirst for pain.
You thirst for pleasure.
You hunger for the knowledge,
the ability to merge the two.
You yearn for the understanding
of the spectrum they compose.
You will always long
for the pretty murmur
of a blade on your skin,
the feel of sharpened nails
down your back,
of pointed teeth
in your supple, pliant flesh.
Which is why you will--
when everything else
pales and bleeds
away--
always return to my arms.
And that is why I will--
when all else is pain, distraction,
and misery--
be able to think of you,
and smile.
(c)2002 Damien Williams
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Explicidy accepted... (Rated PG-13)
Date: 2002-06-27 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-27 07:12 pm (UTC)-Sister Anonymous
Thank you.
*smiles*
Date: 2002-06-28 10:53 am (UTC)Sometimes words almost feel as good as what you want. Sometimes.