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cadencesnothing more than a streak of charm and freckles,
it was your legs that ultimately lured me-
that skirt was an unwise decision.
the listless abyss couldn't reject you although its
effort was valiant,
who could deny?
so you laughed and pleaded as you were twirled and hurled
conceivably there was no end.
arms en bas, not even fully en pointe
i saw your technique and had to intervene.
arriving in time as your interim savior,
i stopped your reluctant dance with a grip of your hips;
a breath and you were terrified,
a touch and you were sated.
with a pretense towards chastity, with wanton glances
you let me pull you in, i let you fall within
the undertow of my affection, your delectable skin
and no way out.
i laced your shoes tighter.
afflictionyou, in your self imposed blindness
accuse me of leaving a scar on the world but
scars are for leaving on myself.
(and you, with any luck)
this is not what i want.
(in the crossfire)
i want the mark
of my creation to remain fresh, a
flesh wound that
with no regard to time still
catches when you breathe
(even with your emphysema)
i want to pull the world's ribs open like a gore-embellished vest and watch
the crimson handkerchief wash over the dangling tendrils and ivory cufflinks
hear the world's last gurgles as my inflictive blade severs
its vocal cords and doesn't stop there
(it's never enough)
you will remember.
it will leave deep marks in your weak aorta
(sorry if it kills you first)
and you'll remember it every hospital visit
and when you give in and buy the medicine.
(no i'm not)
rejoice in my hatred
(you'll thank me later)
survive on my bile
(see me when you suffer)
hate me enough to validate us both.
wallow in your penance, clutch with your ragged fingernails
(agonize over your
Saturated SeductionSaturated Seduction 7/23/14
You appeared to me in a dream.
You exist only in my enigmatic imagination.
The moon was heavy that night,
drunk with the power of the sun.
Pulling and pushing the tides
like my vacillating moods.
I swim through this vast ocean
of unrest searching for
a place to call home.
I created your face
to give me comfort.
I carved out your being
to fit perfectly with mine.
Your hair danced like fire even
though the sea consumed you.
Sometimes my dreams are lucid -
most times I forget.
But you linger like an after image -
as a flash of a camera in
my watery eyes.
You stay with me on nights
of uncertainty - when all my
doubts bombard and petrify me.
I am rooted in place, too
frightened to move...on.
If you were real it would feel like a dream.
I would never wake.
Eternal slumber has a nice ring to it.
When We Said Our Goodbyeswhen we said
i did not blame
breaking my heart
making petty claims
throwing my gran's china
ripping up pictures
demanding custody of our cat
but i do blame you
every single one
we were a
Love Always PerseveresSometimes
You just have to keep on
Throwing paper airplanes
Until someone turns around
Sends one sailing back to you.
A strong and broken man.A strong man is defined by his vows,
and he had bled for his.
Years could not age what he had swore,
and she wished he had sworn for her.
A captain of honor and virtue
damaged by his hope.
She struggled with his obsession
and grew jealous of it.
Was she not worthy of his regard?
Not a symbol for adulation?
Could she not tempt a loving word,
or even break the skin?
The stronger the man the worse the break,
and what was he if not broken?
Hope had scarred but did not mend
the loss he bore on his back.
She felt his eyes recede
and knew he thought of her.
A woman that had won his strength
and lost it to his ambition.
A man who loved so purely
it reflected in his crimes.
He felt the loss so deeply
it imbedded in his skin.
She never knew herself
to crave a hopeful man.
But she loved him for his vow,
and wanted him to break it.
I thought that my feelings
Were guided only
By the desire emanating
Between my legs
Now I realize
That it goes
Far beyond that
My heart pounds ferociously
At the mere thought of you
I want my body
To melt into you
Feel the waves of love
Crash against the shore
Of my once battered body
Sweep me up
Into your tide
I want to drown
In a sea
Of your love
Asphyxiated by desire
You are the only one
Who can resuscitate me
Your lips against mine
Bring me back to life
My LoveI am so exhausted
Loving you from afar
I don't even know
What you look like
But I am completely
In love with you
Whoever you are
You are the total package
A perfect mold
Of my deepest and darkest desires
Honest to a fault
Masochistic enough to love me back
Intelligent enough to know you shouldn't
But so deeply in love you can't help it
God, how I want you
I've never had to beg before
But I would for you
I would swim in an ocean
Of broken glass
Just to get you to look at me
But you can't be real
Such perfection can't exist
But I love you all the same
I simply can't help myself
SMIH ONE PIECE MARCO
Just as you and the other girl were about to pick your sticks to draw form the bag, a strange presence approach the Thousand Sunny. You turned around to see a man dressed in purple. He appeared to be blind and used a stick to feel his way around the ship. You had no doubt in your mind that this newcomer was Fujitora.
"Excuse me, is it too late for me to join the game?" Fujitora asked, walking up to Sanji. He looked around and saw that since Marco was the only person left between you and this other girl, so mathematically, one of you weren't going to have a turn. To make it fair, Sanji would have no choice but to allow Fujitora to join.
"As long as you promise to not bring harm to the ladies..." Sanji warned holding up the bag to Fujitora. "Put an item in the bag that belongs to you. Don't let the girls see it."
Fujitora nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out his item. He kept it hidden within his fists as he placed it inside the bag.
"Alright ladies~! Now we have enoug
We kissed last nightWe kissed last night
In my dreams
Not my first dream-kiss.
First time with you.
You took my face in your hands
And looked at me with tears
Then our lips touched
Not wet, but dry
I didn’t speak
But I smiled
We did it again
The dream-kiss felt good.
That was a first.
It surprised me
Then it felt awkward
People were watching
But only I felt weird
Because I enjoyed it.
Of course you did
But could we do it in real life?
Would it be as wonderful?
Or as awkward?
Someday we might want to
But could we?
We’re both girls.
death of a breathif i document that which tandem existed
(it only ever was when i willed it to be)
does it fulfill my end of Shylock's bargain
with neither pint nor pinprick to go to waste?
mistress of the sleight of hand,
she seeks a remnant to manipulate.
if she wanted, she could take my cataclysms
(gloss over my scrapes with paint opaque)
and make with them something gratifying, satisfying
something else electrifying
marigolds with severed xylems sent in cases to the dying-
if she wanted.
her decision twirls until the lights
she's vacancy and i'm uninviting-
we talk about ugly things.
birthmarks and the uncensored human condition,
the scar on my upper lip and spines of dead foxes.
i tell her those are the reason i write.
she laughs her disdain
and kisses a bruise on my shoulder,
a perfect mimicry of her begonias.
she pauses to caution me
that aging is heinous and angels can fly
but then the stage is set and her eyelashes
i was to beset her- what's the use?
she was nothing but
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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