Poppet

I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.

Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence.

I'm in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion's den.

Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.

Kin is a shortened term for kinetic. Kinetic means to move. All that moves is your kin

Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is.

I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.

So many people talk about the Golden Gate bridge, but I would bet they haven't seen the new Sava River Bridge. It has long metal ropes suspending it, like a gigantic angel's harp waiting for god's fingers to reach down and pluck the first chords, to send a vibration of relief and love into the heart of Belgrade.

The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can't believe I'm even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with his movement when he adjusts his position for me to get an eyeful.

Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is not a vision but a hallucinogenic pause from responsibility.

Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, __f you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.

Phoebe, don't play coy. If you were willing to give a peeping Tom a show, and you thought you were doing it for my benefit, then let's cut the pretend out of this and shoot straight for cold hard honesty

His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.

He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, __ want you to lay into me. Fight me.

Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.