Willow_Wren's profile

Love Love is lick and a run of luck – Runs hot, runs cold, runs amuck. Rattles your cage, pumps the old blood – Pours from your pores just like a flood. Ever so gently it touches your heart Then stings you meanly like a dart. Fills you with feelings that make you shout, Other times makes you want to pout. I love love. I crave love. I need love. But I rather go without.                            

Failed life, gained success, started therapy.

Art school love killed by lust.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I peel off the layers, uncover your firm white flesh and stroke by stroke I make you ready – you are hard now – but soon you will simmer till soft.

I can feel you like the nematode that runs under my skin leaving track marks as it goes, those long meandering red lines causing me pain. I feel you in my flesh and want you out, you worm, so small and fast, antibiotics don’t do the task. Like a succubus you have come to harass me. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I do not hear songs, my heart does not leap. I am Pauline in peril. And you, vicious villain, have me tied to the tracks awaiting my fate as you drive that steam engine full throttle. ...