La Petit Mort

Quick climaxes upon hungry thrusting fingers that delves deeply searching..
seeking the rough calluses upon your fingers to replace my softer ones...
small incessant moans unable to be hidden escape from between my parched lips..
thirsting for the smoky masculine flavor of your lips to cease the cries... and yet... I am alone...
another lying next to me..
sleeping restlessly as my satisfaction pounds in my ears...
thoughts of you...
drape me..
small surges of electrical lusting threaten daily to spill over into electrical storms...
so I contain myself...
knowing I cannot even audibly utter your name... the sleeping one next to me might arouse...
so, keeping you locked away, I occasionally must pull you out... my heart...
my love...
effervescent, clear, yet so depressing to me... for as I think of you, my heart stutters in beat...
wishing you were lying awake in twin pleasure with me... stifling moans...
wishing I was caressing you... your calling of my name a shout..
nay, only inside,
as there also be one lying next to you..
one that your heart already beats for...
she cannot know...

So, I place you away, deep inside my little box of my broken heart as my love for you speeds through every blood vessel.. I know utterly I am alone, and all that I have of you are wet, moan-stifled,
short climaxes.

A Song of Pain to the Lost

A Song of Pain to the Lost

The kiss of loss upon my shoulders, electrifying my spine and curving the arch of my back even harder
Reminding me of the pain, how my spine is now defunct.
The reality is spiritually arousing to me
I lost pieces of my nervous system to the pain of one man's struggle with his own hatred, sorrow, and guilt
And now he hath transferred that same struggling version, ugly, and voraciously hungry to consume what was and has been left of me.
People, they say, I am so sorry
They send verbal, technical blessings
And yet, they know naught the live virus of pain that truly lives beyond my back
That magnificently eats at my heart

The gain of the one possibly lost derides what may have been a miracle in disguise
But the blind leading the deaf, to open the mouth of the sun into the heart of the broken spirit cannot be done

Someone come fix me.

Tie my heartstrings to-gether, reattach the beat to my cardiac muscle
Open my pineal gland, by decalcifying my very human spirit from the hardness of human indecision and damned fright of that which can actually heal

Someone please heal me.

Give my spirit its ghostly form back, though you may not believe in its existence
Push, shove, and most of all shine the heat of an enveloping love around, within
Please surround it, engulf me in the splendour of truth of mine own unseen force.. renew my aura to have a gem of a sparkling REAL shine.

Someone has given me a bandaid- Someone please be my surgeon for life

Take my precious diamond, crystallized tears and count them
One at a time, from the time of my yesteryear, until the end of my life.
Don't be afraid of transmission of disease, my flowing bodily fluid is pure
The only pure form left within me.
So peculiar how it is so quickly hastened to flee from me.

Someone wash me brand new in the black waters.

Only one understanding can lead to another.
The highest mountain, one must throw me from to leave the past behind me
The unrevealed clarity dead to me as the black waters wash over my dashed body upon the rocks of yore that reveal.

Someone please,

Understand me, without selfish, angered eyes. Seeing only my pain written so majestically across my face.
For I did not put it there.
It was lent to me by the conditions of
Loss in losing
Less not the case, as more weakens me from each one kiss upon my shoulders that weakens by shock, curving my spine even more.

--Written by Crystal LaShae Broadnax Hunter

Gemini

I'm in love.  And I love. The case is ooh so black and white, and yet reversed to match my mood.  Know not what my struggle is from in to the outer, my battle wages forth...
Heroic effort on my behalf assuaged from the wreckage of abstaining from the truth of my heart.  In between the linear surfaced brick walls of my fate, neither can I accept..push my wet eyes filled with unshed tears hidden away from the solemnity of devotion that I have somehow grown to both love and hate.
I will.

The lie begotten from the flame of my tongue thrust into the cheek of another...moan
It can never be the path less trodden to carry my feet to travel into the warm anode of the arms I covet for they encircle another.
And yet, I digress as the sin of commission is the very beat of my own drum, taunting my symphony of confusion
Ooh, yet it would be the blessed ability to know the emptiness of the quell of an empty breast, from which the soul pumped life blood of passion does not exist.

The Main

Hidden away
the submission you seek
inwardly the war bleeds
staining the silk of my blouse
Drastic change climbed upon mine shoulders
Perhaps to whisper lustily in my ear
Retract your heart from my hand
Stubbornly I hold onto the dust left behind
React readily beyond the realm of my own person
Shamefully for you I shall say of just me
I shall forget (the ephemeral bruises)
In tuned with nothingness I assume the defeat dragging the nearly dead spirit
away from my battered body
Invitingly my arms held wide open
Ever ready to hold and caress your deceitfulness
Cracked, ancient, once wise smile ghost of my face
Upon which you kiss
As I fade away into obscurity
The oblivion of being in love
with you
(my abuse)

-Crystal Lashae Broadnax