Poppet

Who knows what real really is...

I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.

Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.

Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.

Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.

For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!

I do so love the art of severing boundaries

The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.

Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.

Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom

I'm not a man easily moved to displays of emotion, but tonight I am weak, I am vulnerable. It must be from being inside her, so close to her, breathing in her pain, and love, and light, and blossoming vulnerable beauty

she's so caught up she's unaware she's no longer the prisoner here, I am

Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.

Now now Ellindt, you know I love it when you beg._ Chuckling silently, every jolt from my hold causes her hands pulsating pain, and I bend to speak intimately into her ear again, __ut I love it more when you scream.

Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, __ave you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.

Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.

Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.

It shatters the game, exposing the players