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FriendYou feel my pain
As though it were your own
And your silence comforts me
Your tolerance of my faults
Gives me strength and room to grow
With gentle questions
You steer me to the truth I might not always see
Never do you expect more of me
Than you would give yourself
Though times come
That you do not understand the choices that I make
You do not judge me harshly
Never do you say "I told you so"
Or burden me with guilt more than I can bear
You help me up when I stumble
You dry my tears patiently
However often they may fall
And share my joys and triumphs
With an exuberance matching my own
You see me for who I am
And treat me with respect for my uniqueness
Your acceptance of me
Good and bad
Gives me the confidence to be
The best that I can be
You are lifes' most treasured gift
My nearest, dearest friend
I've SeenI've seen how often,
Smiles and shared intimacies are forgotten.
By one act of human failing.
I've seen how quickly,
A thousand kindnesses are obliterated.
By one perceived injustice
I've seen how many times,
Choices are made of misinformation
Formed by whispered sleights and ignorance
Rather than pursuit and possession of ALL the facts
I've seen "friend" turn on "friend"
How rational "reasoning" adults,
Regain the cruelty of childhood
To bands of small mealy-mouthed children
Armed with sticks and stones
I've seen words viciously slung,
Sharp with malice
Barbed with the arrogance of falsely donned righteousness
And tipped with pettiness
I've seen fingers pointing,
As vindictive wit is meted out from soapboxes,
And pulpits built of rotted wood,
Precariously balanced on weak, trembling foundations
By those who would well avoid scrutiny themselves.
And I've seen,
NONE among us who is without blemish
Fault or flaw.
Letter 2Shower damp and soap sweet, I slip between the sheets. They're cool and crisp against the parts of my skin that are exposed. Cool …on smooth calves and bare thighs.
Laying back…I snuggle in …the linen of your shirt clinging to my skin…the residual moisture holding it fast…molding it to curves. I breathe deeply and I can smell you…..the scent of your cologne enveloping me…..coaxing me to you.
I close my eyes…breathing you in….wrapping myself around your memory. The sound of your voice…low and teasing….the hint of a smile breaking through. Sweet words….my girl….sweetheart…darling….words that make me melt.
The wanting is there…as it always is…but at this moment…it is …more insistent. Demanding somehow.
I reach for them….the images you've gifted me with. Images of you.
My eyes open…and I smile as you come into focus. You….dark hair and smiling mischievous eyes. You…the man who touched my soul…and stole my heart . My eyes linger…and then I go to the next. I feel my hea
The JourneyThis journey that we share together
Traversing miles of joy and strife
Past a landscape of emotions
Along this path called life
Through endless nights of tender love
And days of bitter sorrow
Ever forward we press on
In search of our tomorrow
And we have weathered many storms
Bridged rivers filled with tears
Held close to one another tightly
Protected from our fears
We have seen seasons filled with laughter
Days brightened by the sun
Along our journey times have come
That we have been as one
Though we have quarreled at the forks
And moved reluctantly
The love we share pulls us together
And we find harmony
And as our journey carries on
I know that this is true
I have desire for one companion
And that my love is you
Bitter WisdomAsk nothing
And you will not be denied
And you will not be misunderstood
And you will not be deceived
And you will not be disappointed
And you will not be betrayed
And you will not mourn it's loss
AloneThe night is barren and still
To an unreachable dawn
How quickly you left me behind
Banishing me to solitude
An unfinished thought
Still lingering on your lips
While you followed the beckoning call of slumber
Your presence is warm beside me
Arms holding me close
The sound of your breathing, soft in my ear
And I ache for the comfort
Of your heart speaking to mine
Desperate for you to understand
And quench the thirst of my soul for yours
I struggle in the darkness
In quiet desperation
To deny my loneliness
And still the mad rush of my thoughts
Pleading in silence for the rescue of sleep
But the torments of my heart and mind
Have conspired against me with my body
I realize in horrified despair
That my hands have closed in tight fists
My brow furrowed, teeth clenched
My shoulders bowed in taut knots
Thwarting the calm I strive to attain.
Driving oblivion far from my reach
And there is no escape
My fears and loneliness loom before me
Just as the night
Falling From Your LoveHey you, with shining azure eyes,
and hair to rival Cytherea.
I have lost myself in your embrace
but wish never to be free again.
I feel as though I have fallen
for you from the high of your love-
Or perhaps jumped into the pools
that shine like stars whene’re you smile.
There is some subtle difference
between the breathless act of falling,
and the daring risk of jumping.
But both leave you for a moment,
floating so far above the clouds.
From this high heaven I look down,
and see you, anchor to the world.
You hold me fast and keep me close
Your velvet flower holds my heart,
deep within its smoldering walls-
your honey flows to meet my own,
and form a river of our love.
We share more passion in a glance
than it would take to light the sun-
The bliss of making love is cold
when set against your lightest touch.
Hey you, my softly glowing moon-
I want to share my heart with you,
you, who own all of who I am.
I’m waiting for the day I fall,
from the high of loving you
Tea TimeYou like me like you take your tea.
Like your tea I’m here sugary sweet.
Like your tea I’m pale and smooth.
A milky white.
Like your tea I’m to be enjoyed slowly.
Calmly enjoying the aromas, the tastes.
Like your tea I’m to be gulped down in a hurry.
You need it more than want it.
Like your tea I’m to be forgotten all together.
The pot is full.
The desire isn’t.
Like your tea I’m here when you fancy.
I need him. (ZADR)My heart jumped as I saw Dib start his long fall down to the ocean waves…meh. She got him. Pitiful human piloting skills. I wince as he crashes into the water…Perhaps he survived? Bah who cares.
…You do. You know you do. After being here for 5 years, you began to have feelings for the Dib-Human. You need him. He’s the only one that thinks you’re capable of doing something…in other words…he doesn’t find you useless.
I clutch at my chest at the realization.
“Gir, bring the ship now.” I say through clenched teeth. I need to save him…
It takes about two minutes for the ship to get there. I hop in and speed to where I saw him fall. I fly low scanning my eyes over the waves for any sign of life. I gasp softly as I see his black jacket floating in the water.
…My ship can’t go in water…
I slowly open the slide door, and cringe at the water. Can I do this..? This could potentially kill me. For god’
Come what mayI will keep you alive as long as you keep my attention.
I will enter your soul through the dark in your eyes
press my lips to yours stealing the breath from your lungs
never disengaging your gaze until you give into me
At the mercy of a madwoman with a gentle touch
I caress your forehead and enter your thoughts.
Your quickening breath is an aphrodisiac to me
you uncertainty feeds my excitement
your surrender, my climactic cuspid
Let yourself fall apart at my feet
let come what may
be it passion or death
Permission"If I ever meet you again, and if you allow me to, I will do anything and everything that you want me to do to you.
I will build you up to the point you explode, and then I will make every second, every minute last.
Torture your body for hours until you scream.
Feel every crevice, and stimulate every nerve till your brain shuts down.
You have no idea the depths of which are in my mind, the lessons I've learn and the power I hold that I cannot wait to unleash unto you.
Do not expect it, just be surprised and patient.
I will turn your world asunder.
Drive every inch of your thought process to the brink of your primal desires.
And then stare into your eyes as you lay there, watching, it all happen.
All this pent up frustration that has been built, I will release.
But only... only if you allow me to."
second confessionthere are those who settle that love is enough
to keep the revolutions in place. my weight was
uncentered, and even you
could not balance
illness i succumbed to every
season. even you cannot stay
to carry on what i have
not yet thrown off course.
i have thrown a lot.
there is not much left of
which you can love.
he told me that he had loved me in february.
i had loved him even in the sharpest winds
of march. i loved him
fucking another girl,
i loved him
august september november
i love him when he fucks me.
i love him when he does not.
i love him when he is a cord
warped around every intention;
i make decisions
in hope that the
is delivered from him
in our adulterous
your skin is wax
and i leave marks.
it deliquesces in my presence
you spend saturday
and the end of monday
in my bed
are what holds my flame.
but i will flicker out
only when there is
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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