web

she spins a delicate web of
seduction
around
me

luring me to her lair of
hungry
sexual
prowess

disquieting visions my constant companion
body trembling
heart pounding
breath quickening

feeling her every touch through my
fantasies
eyes
skin

every nerve of my body alive
searing
burning
wanting

until
true reality
rears
its
ugly
head

jolting me back savagely expelling
thoughts
visions
hunger

until

she
contacts
me
again

her seductive interest like a hammer
chiselling
chipping
sculpting

devilish sparkling eyes smiling away my
convictions
rationale
fear

with strong yet gentle hands she
caressing
touching
stroking

as she knows it’s only a
matter
of
time

until….

or
is
it

© ~wicked~

euthanasia of my heart

(written during a low ebb in my life...one of many)

broken dreams befall me nightly, wrenching me from sleep in tears,
i lay trembling in constant disquiet as only a trace of your scent
remains in the room…on my pillow…in my bed

regrets finally succumb to the stubbornness
of my will that allowed me to survive it all so far…
but can no more…the toll too great

weakness has now settled into this once
lusty woman with mischievous, sparkling eyes
and the smile of dreams

life of these dreams now relinquished
to countless signs of things not as the words whispered
within bedroom walls, sated arms, soft kisses

in the end, given all of me, nothing will matter…
decisions made long ago…decisions that are not mine
“lies and betrayals” the victor

the despairing…inconsolable fallout will not matter
you will be long gone…far away from it all…away from me
no need to look back…no more worries

others left to pick up the shattered pieces
as only bright stars ahead for you now...
a new life…new adventures…new love

as night befalls once again, the fear of tortured sleep comes quickly
heart lays bleeding beside me…watching in horror it's last breath
fade from its endless struggles

© ~wicked~

thoughts of a friend

note to muse for this piece: ok...it stays up this time since you've already saved it :
and yes, i changed something minor ;-)

who is she?
not too sure
at times

the complexity of her
confuses me
yet exhilarates me
at the same time

the simplicity of her
keeps me calm
in times of need

she…
always there
from day one and beyond
regardless of her own
motivations

through all the shit
all the bad moods
all the psychotic emotional meltdowns
the roller coaster ups and downs
the hot and cold sexual games

in that form, yes i am a player
not on purpose
just because…
my own uncertainties
keep me off balance

we’ve danced this game before
she and i
but i ran….
scared

scared turned to angry
angry turned to disconnection
more angry with myself
than her

disconnection from her
and many others
provided a cleansing
like a purging of the soul

to find myself again
as i…
too lost to live
too sad to breathe
too angry to participate
in life

she
still there
at the end of it all

with a good heart
comforting soul
hints of adventures
to be had

so
where do i stand now?
i remain convicted
to keep the balance
between us

both
craving things
i dare not speak of

that fine line not be crossed
as it would be far too easy
to fall into emotions
dangerous for both

this friendship
not to be lost again

©~wicked~

it's finally over....

the ending has been long coming but, i, like an idiot, have taken her back too often until there was nothing left of me
but it's...finally...done now
my final ending with her
i, told often by others, behaved erratic and 'not normal' while i was with her and when i'm not with her, i'm a better person...or so i'm told
but, i must be, because i FEEL different
i can breathe
i can be me
the me with laughter, calm and serene soul, clear mind, less stress

i wrote this piece not too long after i took her back last summer but it still conveys a good part of me only this time, pure relief can be added...

“i has a sad…”

no smile
to be found
no laughter
echoing through the air

confusion reigns
deep within the shreds of my soul

shreds from
too many failures

i
a failure

obscure the tunes
she brought to my ears
i once so loved

now painful memories
of connection gone sour

sour…
when?

was this our last hoorah?

no answers for me
only questions

no questions answered
no words
complete silence
for too many days now

i
fade away
within this silence
cringing
in my dark corner
of every room

of my soul

i’ve done wrong
but so has she

no explanation anticipated
for i, too, remain silent
in my pain

forced alone
to deal with my inner demons

demons
forever haunting me

© ~wicked~

society's creation

the bitch...

you created that now seethes

with sequestered anger

as she slithers

amongst the filth of the earth

to spew her venom,

like the serpent's poison,

unto unsuspecting man

who feels he is the innocent one when,

in truth,

it is he who has created her;

with his fists of anger

despite innocent truths told;

malignant words of degradation

slung carelessly

like shards of broken glass;

fits of temper

annihilating precious possessions;

flaunting bed sheets

of animalistic conquests,

not with her;

unrelenting promises not kept,

gifts abolished,

empty quotes of love finding deafness,

undaunting prowess

forced on unwanting orifices

that innerly screamed

at the mere touch,

thought,

vision.

too many years

the bitch has suffered

from the forces of man,

the selfishness of religion,

the restrictions

of an exclusionary society

all raped upon her,

leaving her bleeding

until the death of her

allows escape

final freedom

peace

acceptance

© ~wicked~

the skirt...

those legs

curvy legs in
high heels

as you sway that luscious
ass in front of me

with your pretty
floral skirt
with tails that flick
between your walking legs

wishing i could flick
like those tails
there
only my tail would be
my tongue

naughty girl

with my thoughts

smiling, standing now
behind you
to breathe you in

one last time before

the light turns

green

and, poof

you are gone

you, a reason why i
love the city
me, this not-at-all
city-girl

but visions like you
keep me chained to the
downtown core

a brightness to my
dreary day

thank you,
skirt and legs

© ~wicked~
note: my inspiration while trapsing to the bank one day