Dig your fingers, 
into the hollow of my spine.
Make love to my soul,
one kiss at a time.

Hearts beat together, 
as your passion chases mine.
Lost in a moment, 
some never find.

Rip me open

Rip my heart open.
Watch me bleed.
Now you will see,
it's you that I need.

Break me, hurt me.
I'll come back for more.
I'll smile as you press,
my throat to the floor.

Tie me up tighter.
Let rope cut my skin.
Get lost in the dark,
without and within.

Break me a little.
Forget it's a game.
Push me hard,
'till I'm calling your name.

Kiss me softly,
with love now found.
Kiss me harder.
Let's go another round.

Wild One

Half hidden in the dark she is perfect. Silver moonlight reflecting off cream skin and midnight hair. She is tangled in the sheets, staring darkly into my eyes. Maybe she knows what I'm thinking. Maybe she knows I'm glad for the shadows. Glad I cant see the shiny scars that pattern her wrists and stomach and legs. Maybe not. Maybe she is just begging me to begin.

Finger tips on fire tracing cold liquid skin. A blazing trail of territory claimed, shapes memorised, and silent thoughts. In the dark I hear her breathing. Soft, shallow, steady breathing. I feel her trembling in anticipation, waiting for my next move, my next touch, my next unspoken word.
Without thought her body responds. There is power in my finger tips. With the smallest bit of skin I control her. With a millimetre of movement I captivate her. With the slightest pressure I enslave her.

I escape her eyes and kiss her. With a fistful of her hair I hold her down as I pull back. Her body arches up against me and I know she is truly mine. With lips and teeth and tongue I torture her. Tease her with touch but pull back before she has enough.

The tempo changes. Her need is savage. Her eyes are fire burning my name. I give in to that stare and make her glad she came. She wants me and needs me like never before. This time it's different. This time it's real.

She is all shallow breathing and tangled hair. All forgotten vows and broken promises. All mine.
I tie her up in ribbons and write my name across her skin. Smear the memory between our sweaty bodies. I hold her close and know she needs me closer. I pull her into myself so she forgets she even exists. With each moment I claim her and tame her. Break her open to keep her whole. Dissolver her into dust and release her to the air. I let her escape this heavy breathing and whisper her name so she keeps from screaming. I paint her skin with violent love to keep her heart from bleeding.

Cold Like Me

Kiss me on the lips. Open your mouth. Let my frozen breath mix with yours.
Press your skin to mine. Hold it there. Feel your body shiver.
Murmur my name. Say that you love me. Listen to the silence of my response.

You shouldn't have let it come this far. Now you will get what you deserve. You may not realise it now, but you asked for this.
I warned you that I'm cold. I warned you over and over again. I told you I would break you. That I would tear your heart into pieces. You said that you didn't care. That you don't care. That there is nothing I can do that will stop you loving me. Do you see how pathetic you are?
You are clinging onto nothing.

Maybe you thought I was joking, or trying to be cute to encourage you on.
I wasn't. I was serious. I am serious. I will bring you down with me, one degree at a time.
We will do this thing that you wrongly call love all through the night. Over and over again you will convince yourself that I love you. That I was wrong. That this is something.
In the morning it will be over and I will be bored of you. You will cry, but frankly I don't care. I'm cold.
Cold and hard as ice.

Maybe you think that you are different, just like all the ones before you. Maybe you think you can change me. You think you can melt the icicles from my soul with the warmth of your love?
You can't. You won't have a chance. You wouldn't even have a chance if I wanted to let you try. There is no fixing me. There is no fixing someone this far gone. You are just a distraction, something to fill my time.

For the night I will get lost inside you. In the scent of your skin, the beat of your heart, and the light in your eyes. I'll forget myself in each physical moment. Then the sun will rise and I will forget you.
You might say that it means something. Those movements in the night. They don't. It wouldn't matter if it were you, or anyone else on the planet.You are all just my way of filling time.

I have so much time. I decided not to die, but now what?
What do I do with this life?
I have no interest in anything. I have no goals, no aims, no future.
So I might as well sit here in the dark with you and cool your fire against my heart.

Love me Hate me

It's been minutes, its been days and he is all that I will remember. He takes me away from everything I see and hear and love and hate. He takes me away with a touch of his fingers and his lips and his skin. Feelings mean nothing but the feel of him is everything, overwhelming and peaceful all at once. He is all I could ever want, all I will ever know. An all consuming need for pleasure and pain to fill the space inside me.

His hands are at my throat, and I think that I might hate him. His teeth are at my neck and I know this isn't love. He tears me apart and it's the only time I feel whole.
With a fistful of his hair I pull his face to mine. I taste my blood on his lips and I feel the space where love could be. Choking, whole, hurting, bleeding, needing. He keeps me wanting more, always more.
I gasp when his lips leave mine. I am aching and empty with every heartbeat of space between our lips. He bites down on my ear, my neck, my shoulder.
I bite him back to keep from screaming.
He chokes me harder and I never want him to stop.
But he does, and it's over, and in the morning I will be gone.

I am numb with the distance between us, the chasm neither of us will leap across. Our bodies crash into each other but some part of us never touches. I know this isn't love, but it's as close as I will ever get. Somehow with him it is enough.

Mistakes

She is awake, but you wouldn't know it. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is soft and even.
She lets her mind wander back through the haze of memories from last night and starts to piece together where she is and how she got there.
It started out as after work drinks on a typical Friday night, but with maybe a few too many bourbons. When everyone should have been making excuses about other commitments or early morning yoga classes and heading home to bed, some some devil of a person came up with the brilliant idea of going out to a club.
More drinks on that dark sweaty sardine can of a dance floor combined with the hypnotic music pulsing through her body, and the guys from the office started looking pretty good.
She locked eyes with Jerry from accounting and smiled seductively. Then....nothing.
Her pounding brain refuses to relinquish any further information without at least a coffee, but that must be where she is. The warm body the she can feel in the bed next to her must be Jerry's. With a silent groan she imagines the hell that Monday will bring. The gossip will travel like wildfire and by morning tea nowhere will be safe from her co-worker's judgemental looks.
Pulling herself back from her mortification, and an inventory of all the places in the office that would be large enough to hide in until this all blows over, she begins to contemplate the task of getting out of this bed, out of this apartment, without him waking. Maybe if she is lucky he wont remember what happened and without finding her naked in his bed, he wont have the proof needed to tell the story.
Contemplating the amount of light filtering through her eyelids, she realises that it is still almost completely dark in the room. The only light is from a street lamp which is filtering into the room through half closed curtains.
"Yes! Finally a win!" She thinks to herself. In the darkness her chances of slipping out unnoticed increase.
She slowly opens her eyes and confirms her suspicion. It's still night.
Forgetting to keep up the charade of natural sleeping breathing, she holds her breath and slowly, inch by inch, folds the covers back off herself. There is a tense moment when his breathing falters and all might be lost, but with a light snore he rolls away from her to face the wall.
"Another win!"
Moving with more confidence now, she sits up and turns herself around so that she is perched lightly on the edge of the bed. She feels around on the floor and gradually finds all her clothes. She doesn't even bother with her underwear, just gets slowly up off the bed and pulls on her jeans, quietly zips up her jacket and  stuffs everything else into the pockets of her jacket.
Creeping to the open door she gives herself a mental pat on the back for her supreme stealth and mourns the successful career she could have had as a ninja.
Turning to take one last look at the sleeping man now all alone in his giant bed she is shocked to find eyes staring back at her.
Softy sleep bedroom eyes struggled to make sense of why she was across the room and not wrapped up in his arms where she belonged.
She takes a breath and prepares to turn on her heel and stalk dramatically from the room but the hurt in his eyes gives her pause. It weakens her resolve with each passing breath as he looks into her eyes.
With a crooked grin he shrugs, "Hey, it didn't really go how I planned it either. I would much rather know that you remembered our first night together, but you practically barged down my door and wouldn't really take no for an answer. What's a guy to do?" He laughs at the memory and seeing the worried look on her face adds, "You can go if you want, forget that it ever happened. I wont hold it against you, I swear."
Quickly sorting through the muddled memories of the night before she finds some vague recollections of abandoning Jerry on the dance floor and making her way to Scott's house, desperate to see him and tell him how she felt. The look in his eyes makes her think that she succeeded and spilled her guts, saying way more than anyone should say to someone after only a few dates.
But he didn't seem to mind, maybe he even felt the same way. Her still hungover brain struggles to make sense of it all so giving up on thinking it all through, she takes a running leap and casts it all into the wind and throws herself back into his arms. With passionate kisses she endeavours to replace the blurry drunken memories from the previous night with ones that she will never forget.