lostdaemonkin

Through soft and yearning folds his fingers did slip; taut and toned, seasoned with untold age, spread with lustful yearning, hungry eyes feasted deep. Every peak and valley quivering fingers did caress, lost in carnal joy. Further and further, deeper and deeper did shivering hands press and hungry eyes feed, unsated, unabated, unfazed into its welcoming body. Moist and forbidden, enthralling and mesmerizing, its spread folds yearned for him, begged for him, clawed for his insatiable appetite. Wispy weakly whispered words stoked his flame, pulling him ever closer, ever deeper. Over every detail, every mark, dimple, bump, and bruise, over eve

With eyes clenched shut, a soft pale hand lowly slowly above the lackluster silver basin. The red opaque liquid that filled it glistened like an old red wine, its smell of sulfur and vinegar, which clung with an unnatural stillness to the smooth inside the weathered basin that sat perched before her on a tattered maroon cloth stitched with faded gold draped upon a worn column of weathered stone. It seemed to rise up from its very surface to meet her trembling fingertips, hungry with desire. Draped ever so slightly in onyx and lavender her flesh laid mostly bared in the lustful eye of the gleaming moon that shone from above. Fear shuttered in

This children is the story of how I first tasted calamari. We were three months into our journey at sea, the winds had stilled and sun blazed above us. Almost a week without food and the maddening heat left the ship on edge. When suddenly the sky darkened and thundered! A great beast burst from the watery depths and laid siege to our vessel! Thunder turned into a hailing rain as a hurricane burst in to life and engulfed us all! The fight lasted three days and three nights, many a man was lost to its mighty arms, but low we would not be taken asunder by any beast! When we finally subdued the mighty behemoth, we feasted like kings until we p

He reached forth with his bloodied fingers and grasped the vial. Within its enchanted glass prison lay a poison of untold horror; soon the unspeakable rite would be complete. His entire life had served its purpose up to this point, fuel for this very moment, but now, he would need it no more. Soon he would tread where few mortals ever dared and become the very figments of nightmares. In a voice not entirely his own, one ancient and deep, an unearthly malice buried within, he began to intone the final litany, its reverberations echoed in the very fabric of reality. Word by word, syllable by syllable, the fluttering candle light grew dim, cons

Her Beauty, soft and warm Forever beyond his reach A gem lost to love. Untittled Haiku 1 If not for the burn Forgotten would past loves be From the lonely soul Puppy The love sick puppy Waits patiently at the door For someone not there.

The lonely park bench Waits under the sun for love Dressed in morning dew. Little rabbits sleeping, Heavy trees sway lazily Little flowers bloom The wise bear ponders On love and those hearts lost in time Pacing through the park The setting Sun hums Of ordinary madness On dreary days

drifting, drifting, drifting drifting out to sea current's too strong, just too strong drifting, drifting, drifting drifting on the blood of life floating here and there floating everywhere the current's just too strong, not strong enough drifting, drifting, drifting drifting out too far, cant come back out of control, out of control, where we going? are we gonna find ourselves? are we gonna find mum? lets go together, drifting an' float'n breathing the waves we glide drifting on the blood of life drifting out too far, don't wanna go home lets go together, lets be one together together together floating on the blood of life

ba....dum ba....dum ba the slow irregular heart beat through cold fingers does it pulse its gentle warmth doth persist not through her icy skin ba...dum ba...dum...dum.. lips folded softly carressing gently upon open flesh hot breath burning steely bonds loose ba dum...ba ba...dum ba...dum ba... dum...dum quivering fibers moan beaneth their icy shells miniscule touch coursing through aching muscles ba dum ba dum ba...dum...ba ba dum ba..dum ba...dum..dum dark hollows stoked passion doth rise embers glowing hath yet drunk kindle sweet soft kindle stroking passions down with in burning slowly through whilst her icy skin m

My skin is not my own. nor will it be my own it was never there. bleeding hearts ache. forgotten souls step forward. lost loves drift once more. across the void no light harkens no whispers sound time stands still pacing forward the mockery lays upon a self seeps its rotten glory in to the flesh perverting the lonely image that remains no more do bells do merrily no more do echoes of lost memories sing faint smell of fragrances long since past creep slowly from the mind sitting softly in lonesome toil hunger for anew rises bound tight in turmoil eyes shut tight see thy self and nothing at all bloody walks of life and death