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Holding your need.A little pain
A little need
A little begging
A lot of wanting you on bended knee.

A little suck
A little bite
A little gasp
A lot of wanting all that isn't right.

But then right and wrong is in the eye of the beholder,
Or the holder of the blade.

In my Hemoglobin CafeThis morning I was wondering...

I was wondering if a vampire can drink chai or coffee?

Would they have a blood chai?
A plasma mocha?
A clot of espresso?
O positive frappe?
Platelatte?

Would they like their chocolate white or red?
A side of scone or a fresh bloodied bone?
In a cup of fine china or straight from the vein?

Choices choices in my Hemoglobin Cafe.

Burning SugarYour nectar burns going down and fire seeps into my veins.
I love the look in your eyes a tantalizing mix of naivety and desire.
I let you see the wolf in mine and the sharpness of my teeth.
Grandma's calling, little one. Would you care to respond?

Unashamed Truth  Breathless.

I'm not even sure I can explain.
I want to cry.
  Emotion wells up inside me,
     swelling and strain,
to be released through means uncertain.

I think you are
   ~Breathtaking.
   ~Art in life.
   ~Beauty in Pain,
   ~Natural and Real.
   ~Unashamed Truth.

Honesty in the form of flesh.
Of a body.
  A beautiful body.
   Your body.

I struggle and grasp for words but I cede to you,
     letting your beauty take center stage
   &

Let me pleaseBare your neck, sweet one.
Let me savor and tease
Let me take what I want as you eagerly please.
I can taste it all: fear, want, anger, happiness, loss, need.
What a wonderful feast you have served up for me.

Bare your body, dear one.
Let me play and please.
Let me pleasure us both and free your sweetened pleas.
Let us sway together in this primal dance of satisfaction

Bare yourself and let me, please.

Silvers Curse"No," he'd said, twirling the sharpened silver blade in his hand.
"Please don't," I begged for not the first time. "I can't handle the pain."
"It's your own fault you didn't tell me."
"But I did," I reminded him desperately.
"You should have been more convincing."
"Oh God, please, " I called out as I pulled on the silver restraints with all my strength. My pained screams were cut short as I gagged on the over whelming aroma of burning flesh.
He waited until I had collapsed back upon the cold stone table gasping for breath to speak.
"You'll heal, remember?"
I hated him even more for the excitement I heard in his v

Too Sweet a ThingI cannot touch so sweet a thing

You are too pleasant to watch so I kept you at arms length
       even forced you to the other room.
You came too close
      and I made you stand over there.
You sang words of promised seduction
      so I covered my ears and sang louder.

Then you smiled, whispered impish words;
      I could not help but watched your luscious lips.

You danced closer.
I turned my back to you and told you firmly {I hope} to go away.
You brushed your hand across my back, light and teasing.

I

Grasping at Dreams.Time swirls like milk in coffee.

I can hear the roar of life in my ears yet I can grip nothing.
Rushing by with no substance, laughter and words, kind and harsh, are but a dream.
I am alone in a world of billions,
torn and bruised.
I cry for help but none can hear past their closed minds.
Destiny is a concept that is not mine.

All and nothing.

I have never felt so lost.

Your Sacrifice"You can cut me, if you rather."
My voice was gentle and quite but you still gasped in surprise.
I suppose I should have made some noise to let you know I was there, but I had been standing in the bathroom's open doorway unnoticed for at least 2 minutes uncertain what to say or do...

I had found you, sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the tub.
I watched you roll up your sleeve and choose the desired spot on your left forearm.
I listened as you took deep breath then held it before drawing the razor over and into your skin.
The ensuing hiss sounded more like a sigh and that's when I spoke.
I could

Just a StainLove drips from my wrist
staining the cedar floor with my goodbye note.
Passion tightens at my throat.
My cry for help echoes uselessly in the empty barn.
I choke on sweet promises and force them down with a glass

Bright RageThe pain is so bright but
Illumination brings clarity.

Before it was a dim candle, teasing as it burned, a mere inconvenience.
Yet, as your malevolence increased and
you began to stab at me with resentment and anger,
things grew in both suffering and light.

I finally saw.

Finally, I was confronted with the truth of the matter.
Your hate is a cold thing but my pain is so bright.
It burns in you and you set me on fire.

All I can do is embrace the rage we have created as we both burn brilliant into the night.

Under PressureUnder pressure

Life.
Hope.
Dreams.
All crushed beneath reality.
I know what I want but…
I can't breathe.
Actuality has stolen my free will.
Responsibility weighs heavy on my back.
Crushing, stealing, I would run but the chains hold me here.
Hold me down.
How do I break free from the prison when there is no key.

Nasty TruthDear You,

I am appalled.
You took me down and thrust me out, pitched far with the rest of the unwanted garbage.
In my anger, words escape me.
I know there are more decorative descriptions of being cast out but all that comes to mind is your hurtful unrepentant arrogance.
There were a billions ways to let me go but throwing me forcibly to the curb while performing an elaborate victory dance was both tactless and cruel.

I hate you.
I gave you everything yet still I was not good enough.
Obviously I was less than that.
You gleaned the best parts, threaded me along then tossed me aside like a deflated orange.

The worst part, unfortunatel

Good verses BestFriends rush you to the hospital and never leave your side after you lop off a finger in the double closing drawer of the medicine cabinet.

Good friends help you in the mad rush of find the missing finger before the ambulance gets there.

Besties also help but they're giggling the whole time and reminding you what a dumbass you where for not paying attention in the first place.

Gee, thanks, Babe. I love you too. Now shut up and help me find my finger.

Harleys Toys. Part 1.Harley's Toys. Part One
Harley Quinn and Tim Drake
{AKA: Joker’s Girl and Robin}

There’s nothing like the sound of fresh blood dripping from a knife. HER knife. The spat. Spat. Spat. Spat.
Even from across the room, I can see it close-up-and-slo-mo-CSI style. I can almost hear it hiss as it hits the concrete floor. Which is saying a lot since I am 95% sure it’s Batman’s. Or not. The drug(s?) in my system must be really screwing with my mind. I never thought I’d hear him scream *like that.*

Or at all.

She hasn’t entered this room. Yet. Choosing to stand in the doorway for a minute and

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                Scars of passion,
                 forced or sought.

      Youth destroyed by reality's blade as
red evil hath stomped upon innocent's white dress.

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Theft of ThoughtTime and words again entwine,
give and take with none truly mine.

Left alone wondered and confused,
lit with sparklers and light diffused.

I am single minded with thought undefined,
stealing your words to be wined and dined,

Thoughts crashing and smashed, denied and abused,
I love you, sweet bane, yearned for but unused.

Word Into RealityLightly swimming,
Your words shiver in air
as the heat from your words
runs over my chest.

Your words dance along such a tantalizing path;
Intrigued, I pray they will fall lightly upon me.
I close my eyes but my ears are wide open.

Single stranded,
soft as the lover they come from,
your words caress my ear
as your hair caresses my thigh.

Each whispered word is like a lovers caress.
In my mind I can feel the heated touch and hear the wild desire.
My breath catches as I, too, reach for wanting words.

Folded over
the skin of your lips
rasps out, grasps out,
as your hands enfolded me.

Each heated word becomes a

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SWSS HardenedHard birth
Hard life
Hard time

Lazy Afternoons          Still shaking in aftermath of wild thoughts of you
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  One last tremor slides tingling through and I sigh with roguish grin.

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Claiming Mine

by ~EatingMyOwnFears, Sep 7, 2010, 9:29:26 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The hall is crowded but I see only what is mine.

Even from the other side of the room I can see the passion burning in your soul as your fight for control of your body.  I ponder briefly if anyone else sees the wild battle behind your alluring eyes but I dismiss it.
It matters not what they think.
Honestly, I could care less.

I cross the floor; purposeful long steps taken as I make a straight line for you.
The people, moving in undulating rhythm to the loud music, part without consideration of their actions.
Parting for the hunter.

I can see both the fear and the longing struggle on your face as you note the predator like grin taking shape on mine.

That is what you are.
Mine.

The DJ selects a hard song about wronged love and inner pain.
When I am close enough to see the pulse in your neck, I can see it thrumming in tune with the beat of the intense music.
I like it.

Anger boils up from inside you and I nod in approval.
It is a better emotion to deal with than fear.
Better to grip hard cold rage than slip away with the slippery dampness of melting terror.

I grab your hair and jerk your head back, leaning in to savor the smell of fear buried beneath your show of defiance.

A tongue and teeth brushing over the pulse like a gentle lover and I chuckle softly as your body trembles.

Mine.

I could find release in just this the sweet conflict of your desire and repulsion.
But I have more playing to do.

More taking.

More claiming.

Mine.

Claiming Mineby ~EatingMyOwnFears

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Dominant?
Vampire?
Werewolf?
Anger?

Heck, I don’t know.
I was listening to Maroon 5’s Breathe and Marilyn Mason sing Tainted and this poured out.

This could be listed under horror or fantasy.
I ended up choosing romance so I could put it under erotic because claiming/taking/mine could go many ways.

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~MiladyPhoenix Oct 4, 2010

My godz, I think I'm getting horney.
That is ....well said, I can pretty much Picture my lover doing literally exactly that in some club, though he might bite me inthe breast rather

~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 11, 2010

yum

~MiladyPhoenix Oct 12, 2010

Very! and I'm not seeing him till the end of the MONTH!

~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 13, 2010

16 more day?

~MiladyPhoenix Oct 14, 2010

close enough
and still waay to far away!

he phones every day, tells me he misses me. But I have a Kung Fu Grading on the 25th and 27th, I can't loose prep time

~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 20, 2010

cool

~MiladyPhoenix Oct 21, 2010

seeing him this satruday!
need to collect a few movies to study for grading ( head of Kung fu school suggested we watch Crouching tiger hidden dragon

~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 27, 2010

so...how was the weekend?

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~looFsydoboN Oct 3, 2010 Writer

Vivid images and emotions - well done!
And you are such a tease to remind us how many different things it could really be.

~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 4, 2010

hehe

Thaks, babe!

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