Awoken

I have awoken, I now sense his presence.
The place that I once rested has become unsettled.
A fearful yet welcoming feeling washes over my soul.
Stepping out into the darkness, blind to everything I have become. He is here, waiting for me!
He knows I fear him! He wants me to fear him.
I close my eyes! My veins pulsate. He approaches me.
I am lifted to a realm of awareness. The breath I once drew no longer belongs to me.
He embraces me. The blood within me becomes alive. He pierces my flesh with a unbearable pain of extreme pleasure. He becomes me. I become him.
The animal within transforms into what once lie hidden. I become violent. Tearing at his flesh, enjoying the feast of suppressed desire.
He penetrates my essence. Deeper, deeper, I sink into ecstasy.
For once I am, and here shall I always be. He has lured me here to die, and give me life.
I now have truly awoken, I desire flesh.

© 2005 Tinquerbell (Rachelle)

Obscure Passion

She stands silently on the ledge in the dark of the night.
If she had a heart, you could hear it beat.
One step forward and she falls quickly out of sight.
Searching for blood in which to replete.

Her destination, becomes your fate.
Her desperation, becomes your plea.
Her indignation, becomes your hate.
But all she wants, is to set you free.

You know she is coming, yet you lie still.
You know she is nearing, yet you have no reverence.
What you once feared most, become your will.
A life such as hers, you wish to commence.

You stand silently on the ledge without any fear.
One step forward and you fall out of sight.
The darkness surrounding you seems so clear.
You hold her hand as you search the night.

© 2005 Tinquerbell (Rachelle)

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