meager words and thoughtless rhyme
unrepented lies, unpenenced crime
maybe you'll actually apologize to me this time
whining poems to change my mind
simpering words to make me blind
to bend my heart and turn me kind
but watch now for manipulation
begging now for salvation
crying now, in conversation
who here is the injured one?
she who skulks in the shadows, or limps in the sun?
does it really matter? All that's offered is this pun
tears to friends spreads gossip anew
oh, how you're sorry, if only I knew
they whisper it to me, of course it's true
slithering now to resume your place
finding another to adore your face
not knowing the poison of your embrace
cutting words and shame, abashed
with your actions, though, these words clashed
when the truth was discovered, my dreams were dashed
I write like Suess
you should rejoice
that today, humor is my choice
but now my thoughts don't matter
with my reputation as clever in a tatter
no one watches while I shatter
you claim to know just how sad
you think you know just how bad
you have no idea just how mad
maybe someday you'll admit
all the falsehoods you did knit
perhaps you'll tell why the truth did you omit
and day by day, I feel better
every time I pen a letter
Since poem has no rhyme, and sweater is silly for this line
I'll just stop this verse, I'm sure it's fine
now you were bummed that you were caught
how I wish there was jewelry I'd never bought
but harsh lessons I've been taught
To have a new beginning
One must first admit to sinning
If that's not done, I'll assume that you're just grinning
slowly I succumb to temptation
to toy with public humiliation
but then, your story is my misinterpretation
your plans went off without a hitch
I defended your honor, entranced by a witch
but now I know… you're just a bitch
like a junkie selling her body for the next high
selling her morals for the next high
selling her soul for the next high
yeah it was her fault,
she sank into the mind numbing rush of heat
blistering a slow sensual dance through her veins
and wanted more
he'd give her some more, if she'd do it this one
a suck and fuck and a blow my house down
she was high
it didn't matter
cuz he said she had the best cocksucking mouth this side o' anywhere
do it again, darlin'
just this once
i'll give you some more
do it again, darlin'
for my buddy
i'll give you some more
do it again, darlin'
for this guy
i'll give you some more
do it bitch
cuz i fuckin' well told you to
if you don't
you can't have anymore
take it and get over it
you want it,
you pay
my house
my rules
you walk
you fuck
or you leave
oh, darlin' it's a favor
for me
you don't love me, do you?
if you did, you do it just one more time
then you can take a break because I don't want you to do it
do me just this once, darlin'
morals don't count when you're being blackmailed
so she does it
because she loves him
and she needs the dance through her veins
pure raw power is the drug
cuz she's got the best cocksucking mouth anywhere
Liar.
Your long amber hair, glinting in the morning sun while its spread across my pillow
Your pretty jade eyes that see into my soul
Your skin, so tanned and bare, tasting of honeysuckle and me
Your laugh, especially at my terrible jokes
Your flashing grin, the one that makes me stop and stare
Your long, long legs, that fit so right, wrapped around my shoulders
Your moan, deep in the night, that makes me need to bury myself in you
Those sweet lures that brought me to my knees
You write of them
I'm speechless
Caught by the beauty of you.
“Is My cat still hanging on the bedpost?”
a dark, deep, soul stroking murmur
my hand tightens around the phone
“yes, Master. You ordered me to leave it there.”
“you’re a good girl, sweetness. Now, go get it.”
curiosity. fear. Curiosity. Fear.
Breathless.
“i… i…wh…Yes, Master”
a trembling hand reaches for His whip
finding the handle unerringly in the midnight room
lifting it only with my fingertips
silently it slides off of the steel bedpost
silk roses, twisting around the headboard,
rustle as the whip crosses over them
a shiver scrapes up my spine
one of the tresses knots around a creamy rose
slender fingers massage the knot
until the offending strand joins the others
i sit
cross-legged
one hand clenching the phone to my ear
the other curled loosely around the handle of Master’s flogger
through sullen clouds
only a shimmer of silver outlines the moon
the room lies steeped in shadow
i see the whip
in my mind
and stroke it lightly with timid fingers
the tresses
coiled, folded, curled, intertwined, tangled in a pile
on ivory sateen
black on blacker on black on blacker on black…
smooth and suede en masse
a dull gleam and softest velvet
the handle a deep crimson
silky and cool
heavy
solid
“Do you have it?”
“yes, Master”
“Where is it?”
“on the bed”
“Put it in your lap.”
“wh…yes, Master”
i don’t know why
but I hold my breath
And s l o w l y pull the handle
over my folded legs
the tresses slither
gasp
cool suede, cold smooth
bound in a thick mane
untamed ebony crawling over living alabaster
up my thigh
across the sensitive flesh between my legs
sliding down between them
to fill the valley of my tailor’s position
stroking a gleaming treasure
up my thigh
releasing the handle to drape down the other side
still holding the phone
“its there.”
“How does it feel?”
“cool, soft… sensuous… warming, heavy”
“Do you like it?”
“i… i…”
“Do you like it?”
“yes”
“Good.”
my little fingers gently caress the tresses
sliding between my finger
tantalizing the delicate skin between my fingers
smooth and cool, suede and warm
stroking it like a child’s…or a Lover’s hair
tresses
"I want to hear it."
"what?"
"I want to hear the leather move over your skin."
fear. excitement. curiosity.
“Slide it over your legs”
“yes, Master”
uncurling my legs, I feel stiffened muscles stretch out
Painfully
moaning softly at the motion
the tresses slide over my legs again
falling to puddle between them
my hand clenches the handle
fingers whitening with the pressure
my arms straightens
as if by itself
the leather stands slide over my legs
cool from the night, warm from my body
sensuously sliding up my legs
across
over
down
the leather whispers over smooth skin
darkness overtakes me as my eyes close
“Does it feel good?”
“oh yes, its so soft”
falling under the hypnotizing spell of the leather
i pull it up, over my stomach
twisting my wrist softly
feather light slap and slide
my back straightens
breasts lift
shoulders back
the stock caresses my cheek
hard
unyielding
a cold silver stud slides up my face
a trail of ice
turning my lips to it
brushing them over it
like i would His lips
the tresses slide up between my breasts
the heavy scent of new leather
filling my body
falling more under the spell of the night
the moon
Master’s voice
and the tresses
i move my arm out
the whip follows
stroking my breast like a lover
the nipple peaks
teased by cool and warm
the hard edge of each strap
and the smooth side
lightening at each silken scrape
an electric shot from the dusky peak
to my center
i grip the phone
listening to Him murmur
dark fantasies of pain and pleasure
my thighs part
silent invitation to my unseen Lover
i draw the whip over my shoulder
needing to feel more
the tresses tumble down my back
whispering
i fold forward, my forehead touching my knee
my back, an arch of ivory
the tresses sliding over it
a lover’s sensuous touch
the ends brush the soft globes at the bottom
of my tingling spine
i twist my hand again
wanting more of the soft caress
on the tender flesh
that the leather once bit into
wielded by my Master’s hand
“Are you thinking about when I used the cat on you?”
“yes, Sir.”
“your ass turned so pink. I enjoyed doing that.”
“i enjoyed when You did it, but, You know that.”
“you begged for more.”
“i couldn’t help it, it was so good.”
“Yes, sweetness, it was. Now, I want to hear it again.”
“yes, Sir.”
pulling the whip back up over my shoulder
along the side of my neck
so He can hear the whispering leather
my moan
so quiet, it almost wasn’t there
but He heard it
of course
“sweetness, I want you to slap your thigh with it”
FEAR
shooting up
the ebony tresses puddle in my lap
cinnamon colored eyes wide in shock
hair tumbling forward
the handle loose in my limp grip
shoulders down
hunched
“i…i…”
a knot rises in my throat
“Did you have a question about what I wanted you to do?”
“Sir, I can’t do much, its so long, i can’t get the right angle, it won’t…”
“sweetness, I don’t want you to do any damage. Leave making your skin pink to me. I want to hear the slap of the cat on your skin. I know it won’t be hard. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“yes, Sir.”
“Think about when I used it on you. At first, I just stroke you with it. Then, I slap you lightly, preparing your skin for more. I want to hear that slap.”
“yes, Sir.”
drawing my arm back
readying the whip
a small hand curled tightly around the stock
my knuckles white
the tresses fall straight
obedient servants
waiting to do my Master’s bidding
again
through me
“Do it now.”
eyes clench
the night becomes darker
every muscle tightens
my thigh bunches
i know where it will hit
i don’t know how much it will hurt
blood roars through my brain
toes curl
wrist twists
toes stretch out
the leather rustles
it’s the loudest sound I’ve ever heard
other than my heartbeat
relax
breathe
find the place inside
breathe
trust
breathe
remember the gentleness
breathe
the caress of the tresses
breathe
pain and pleasure
breathe
Master
a sweeping swing
through the elbow
the shoulder around
tight
wrist snap
rustle
swoosh
SLAP
almost one sound
twenty-two tresses
slapping each other
and my thigh
curling over the top
slapping thud
to the outside
STING
twenty-two times
all at once
a small fire burns
but my thighs part
as they always do
when Master makes His whip sing
and the sting fades
a tingle remains
and heat
i open my eyes
the room still dark
the moon still hiding
my hand still gripping the phone
“Again.”
arm out
tresses fall
sweep
through the elbow
the shoulder around
tight
wrist snap
rustle
swoosh
heavy slap
thud
STING
Gasp
my hand falls to the heat
rub away the sting
the heat change
skin cool from the night
skin hot from the whip
i lift the flogger
unthinking
its what Master does
and brush the tresses over the burn
teasing
soothing
calming
“It’s not the first one. That’s to prepare, to sensitize. It’s the ones afterward that make you pink.”
“Yes, Master.”
“ I love the little sounds you make.”
arm out
tresses fall
sweep
through the elbow
the shoulder around
tight
wrist snap
rustle
swoosh
heavy slap
thud
STING
Gasp
Heat
Wet
Not the burn
My center
“I didn’t tell you to do it again.”
“No, Master… it… just happened.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know…because it felt good.”
“How good?”
“You know. Like when You do it to me. You know what i want during... and after.”
“What do you want?.”
“You.”
“Do you want a toy?”
“Yes, Sir, please.”
“Get it. I want to hear you, this time.”
draping the whip over my thighs
reaching for a poor substitute
for Master’s body
long, copper
made to tease
but not to fill
the long cord slithering up my thigh
cold plastic
i rest it on my thigh
shivering until it warms
yearning for His touch
remembering
making love
His strong hands gliding over my body
over lush breasts
caressing
molding
tasting
“Turn it on and make slow spirals over your breast. Don’t touch your nipple though.”
“yes, Master.”
a flick of my thumb
it hums softly
i lie back
drawing it up
over the sensitive flesh between my body and thigh
a tickle
a tingle
over my tummy
resting over my heart
the night closes in
the moon fades
the only thing that exists is Him
“Slowly, now, all the way around, remember my tongue on your skin, along the side. Now underneath. Don’t go too fast.”
His words control my body
His voice sinks into my soul
the tool becomes a limb of my Master
humming softly
driving me mad
His body caressing me
His warm tongue
circling my lush breast
warm breath teasing a dusky nipple
blowing softly over it
biting the tender flesh underneath
making me beg for more
the phone rests between my cheek and shoulder
passionate murmurs
promises
memories
slip through my consciousness
embracing my mind
as fantasy and reality slip through
twining together
the humming copper glides down my belly
in my mind, its His mouth
a single strand of leather twists around my finger
drawing it to my lips
brushing black suede
over bitten rose
the gliding down my jaw
rubbing to my the hollow behind my ear
tracing random patterns down to my nipple
abandoned by His mouth
my knees lift at His command
thighs part
“Slowly move it down your inner thigh.”
“yes, Master.”
the gleaming instrument of my pleasure
hums to my knee and back up
crossing a dark forest
to slide down the other
rivers of sensation flow
from my breasts
from my legs
to the hottest part of me
“Do not touch your center, but draw circles with the vibrator, around it.”
moaning helplessly
“You tease.”
“Yes.”
“What are You doing?”
“Teasing you.”
“and?”
“Stroking my cock.”
purring
in subtle satisfaction
moaning softly
the vibrator crosses over my mons
down
teasing the smooth valley
between alabaster thigh
and swollen, pink labia
already gleaming
the moon has returned
a hint of light
through darkest grey
glinting off the cord
slithering over my knee
the head of the tool
moves down
and over
gentle curves
and valley
gentle curves
tiny muscles around my opening
clench
i can only imagine what i look like
down there
imagining its His lips
His tongue
His breath
teasing me
in slow circles
around swollen lips
straining clit
pulsing center
i pull the leather closer
helplessly
folding and tumbling across my breasts
the stock warm on my trembling belly
tresses scraping
sliding
over my breasts
across my neck
heavy on my chest
to keep me from floating
“…My tongue moving to your clit, tracing small circles around it, but not touching.”
my hand follows His direction
a growling moan eases from me
then a sultry rain
my thighs spread
begging for Him
inviting Him
He teases more
dark whisper
low murmur
soft chuckle
as i whimper His name
begging
“Please…”
“…The flat of my tongue rests on your clit, pressing down hard, then slowly flicks over it…
the grape cluster head shifts
over my throbbing clit
holding there
fireflies dance over my body
spreading fast
from my center
across my hips
up
down
through
my crimson tipped toes curl
calves and thighs tensed
rock hard
anticipating
the sting from Master’s whip flames again
another hot rain
my belly tightens
breath trapped in my throat
hand gripping the phone
hard to my ear
my center pulses
my body begging for Him
needing His body in mine
throbbing
my head curls up
pressing into the tresses
my hand convulses around my breast
digging leather into flesh
He guides my body
my mind
my soul
showing me
the glimmer of light
in pitch
growing
expanding
filling
soft moans
high gasps
sharp squeaks
overwhelming light
explosions rocketing
soft screams
begging
chanting
His name
His Name
His Name
seconds and minutes roll by
lost in light
color
reaching
greedy for more
begging for more
gasping for Him
for
eternal damnation
eternal salvation
catching the tresses
open clawed fingers reach for Him
leather brushing
unnoticed
in the silent cacophony
of light
struggling for the highest
the final
peak
tumbling over
lost
in
color
in Him
falling back
panting
the tresses fall
covering
alabaster breasts
tipped in hot dusk
chained
in black leather
gasping
calming
returning
to Him
“Master, You didn’t…”
“No, sweetness. Tonight is yours.”
The tears of this lost submissive
Fill my eyes and slowly slide down my cheek,
Hourly-
Daily-
Constantly it seems,
Seeking the shelter of You.
i’m
Lost,
Without identity,
Empty,
Naked,
And so cold.
i reach for You at night,
Needing to feel Your soul,
And You’re gone.
Even though it was right,
i yearn for You,
For Your touch,
For Your voice,
For Your warmth,
For Your comfort,
For U/us.
Pele's handmaiden
Watching the sea,
Waiting for her lover
Searching for a schooner bearing the Union Jack
And a man
Tall, dark, tanned from years in the riggings.
Dark eyes that she fell into and fell in love with.
He promised to return
He promised to take her to meet his king
He promised to make her his wife
three years have inched by
but she waits
wearing a necklace, with a lock of hair and a promise
Her Goddess, so long sacrificed to, would give her as a gift,
a flower from the Islands
gifts of orchids, papaya and the finest pearls she could dive for
to appease her Goddess and protect her people
Pele entrusted her unto him in a dream
and blessed them under a waterfall in the lagoon
where they made love
The Goddess didn’t burn down the mountain,
She didn’t make the earth tremble
and a flower fell at their feet as they walked to the village
The Goddess blessed them, didn’t she?
And He promised to return
So, her handmaiden waits for the man
A gift from the Islands and her Goddess
When he comes for her
Until then, she’ll wait
Watching the sea
Waiting for her Lover
I guess it was Master Anthony that gave me the
Inspiration
To pick up a book and dream of a
Man with the same name
And
THE PAST
Dreams of Kid-Kainoa-Koeninger
Lust
Of being a white woman on stolen land
Veni vidi vici
It belonged to the Miwok,
Or that’s what the sign on the park says
Dreaming of Santa Barbara Chumash
And laying barefoot in the grass at 19, looking at
Catalina Island
The yellow orange sun, beating down, baking cream into brown
And turning sable into glittering copper
Reading about
Billie Holliday and
Andrew Jackson
I don’t think He would have liked old jazz,
‘cept maybe
Just maybe
Strange Fruit would be just his style
And not in a good way.
The man with the KAINOA plates taught me about both.
One I hated the other I loved
And I bought Billie Holliday
And Bob Marley
Songs for surfers and car rides along the PCH south.
Maybe I’ll get to go, maybe I won’t
but if I did
I’d know my Puritans and Quakers and I’d wear better clothes.
So, I played my plays and learned about
Sutter’s Mill
John Coltrane
1890 U.S Cav. Surrounds Sioux at Wounded Knee
Fredrick Jackson Turner
And watched the manic man with the sunglasses and cool tattoo
And read
Feast of November
And
L U S T
And scored my A’s
And looked at
Catalina Island
Thinking
Santa Barbara can’t be better than this
1/17/01
“Two weeks”, He said
When I begged for His collar
“You may have it in two weeks
Or when I decide is appropriate”
So, it rested
~~~~~
Night before Halloween
and W/we celebrated in costume
Passion in whispers
between a Slave Master and a naked harem slave
still uncollared
kisses so sweet a girl could cry
sensuous hands stroking soft skin
hot breath over cool alabaster
soft murmurs fill the night
gasps and long moans
calls to the moon
on my knees, worshipping Him
smooth confident motions
seeking only to please Him
receiving His gifts
becoming O/one with Him
and took His hand
leading Him to the Garden
with the love of a submissive
and the confidence of a woman
greetings to a crowded room
and I knelt next to His chair
and He paced
and He paced
and He paced
“christina, if I gave you a gift, would you accept it?”
“Sir, of course, i would be honored to accept a gift from You.
Any gift from You, i would ever and always cherish.
i am honored that You would think of me, in consideration for a gift.
i would be honored to accept anything You chose to bestow upon me
Thank You.”
A strange look passed over His face
He walked to the back of the Garden
With a twist of His hand, pushed back the walls
With another, He lifted the ceiling
Then asked pardon from His Brother for breaking a rule
And shimmered
Grew
Taking His true form
The Silver Dragon
i watched in awe, silent
Beginning to tremble
Curious
Shaking
This is Master, three hundred feet long,
Burnished Silver
Older than the Titans
Emerald eyes
Magnificent Winged Beast
Dragon
i bent my head in awe
And trembled
Without knowing why
But knowing
He lifted His mighty head, looked at the woman kneeling before Him
Clad in His gift of a swathe of silver silk
He lifted His claw to one glowing scale protecting His heart
And plucked it
Leaving it bare for eternity
i winced for Him,
gasped
And tears glistened in my eyes
And i knew
Silently, He shaped the living silver into a torque
First a circle, hollowed
Then pulled a point from one side
my tears fell
Holding the shape
He lifted a claw
To where He was now vulnerable
The smallest wound,
Over His heart
And He scratched
i watched, or tried to,
my eyes were brimming
my hands shaking
breathing hitched
i lifted from my kneel at the sight
A droplet of blood
Sapphire blue
Ocean Blue
Marine Blue
Navy Blue
The darkest Blue of night
All in one, small drop
It fell to the point of silver
And melted in
And there, shone a crystal
In a million shades of Blue
And only one color
Again, He took human form
Green eyes gleaming
Gestured, and the Garden was as it was before
And walked back to me
On my knees, i watched Him
Then, my head bent
Baring the back of my neck
The collar opened
Dragon Magic
Manipulating living silver
Around my neck it went
And resealed
No beginning
No end
i spluttered
Shaking
Crying
“You said two weeks, when i begged”
“I changed my mind
I am the only One who can remove this collar
it is sealed
it is still alive
it is part of Me
and you are bound”
And, from nowhere
Came the words
“i am Yours
it is my honor and my desire
it is my privilege
it is my hope
to please You in every way I can
i will try to never bring You shame
i will obey You
i will always honor You
As my Master, my Dominant and my Lover
As my O/one
i am Yours”
quietly, i sit, beside His chair
waiting for Him
happy to be in the garden
surrounded by comfort
coddled in acceptance
calmed
yet waiting for the One that calls me His
watching the door
longing to feel the warmth of His approval
yearning for His kisses
eager to serve Him, knowing His eyes are always upon me
drenched in desire
formality settling, like a blanket, over my body and mind
slowing my hands in care and concentration
but expanding my mind, at the same time, bringing focus
the sensation of unfelt silk,
draped over my skin, accepted as reality
in this place of silk and leather
He comes!
slowly i stand, long limbs untangling
to wait for His smile
my hand caressing the big chair
a happy smile under a lowered gaze
He sits,
i kneel
my head lowered,
my eyes closed
shoulders back
breasts proudly upthrust to His gaze
my thighs spread wide, displaying to Him, what is His
hands upon my thighs, palms up, in an offering
He strokes my hair
i lean into Him, and curl up
my body wraps around His strong legs,
leaning on Him, caressing Him
as He sits,
in His chair
I knew it was too good to be true
In the back of my brain, burning and buzzing, I knew it
But I loved
We were too fast
Too hot
Too bright
An all night star, scorching your name into my being
I don’t know how
I never saw your face
But I felt your hands
Tasted your lips
I felt your eyes on mine
And I loved
You made me wish for the impossible
Sunny, chilly days
Steamy nights
Laughter around the breakfast table
And now its gone
A flash, hotter than it should have been
Burnt out
Less than a supernova
More like a fizzle
I hope you die
I hope you genitals rot and fall off
I hope your liver is eaten by an alien
I hope a camel spits in your hair
I hope you’re in an accident, wearing dirty underwear
I hope your fingernails turn purple and fall off
I hope someone does to you, what you did to me
I hope you die
I hope your phone line fries in the middle of cyber sex
I hope you trip on a block and you break your leg and gangrene sets in
I hope you choke on a pepperoni stick
I hope you get genital warts… on your tongue
I hope you get salt on your car’s paint
I hope someone does to you, what you did to me
I hope you die
I hope your lover’s husband rips your lungs out
I hope some large man named Bubba meets you and makes you his girlfriend
I hope fleas infest your home
I hope ticks infest your armpits and genital hair
I hope your cat spews hairballs at 2 am and you step in them
I hope someone does to you, what you did to me
I hope you die
I hope your dogs bite off your nose
I hope a garbage truck turns over, outside your house
I hope you get a bacterial infection
I hope there’s no cure
I hope your toilet backs up all over your carpet
I hope someone does to you, what you did to me
I hope you die
I hope all of the animals that you’ve killed come back as zombies to hunt you
I hope your bear rug bites off your leg
I hope you get your cast wet
I hope you get the heebie jeebies when you see the dead eyes of the heads on your wall
I hope you fall down and can’t get up
I hope someone does to you what you did to me
I hope you die
I hope you get sold into slavery
I hope you’re being haunted
I hope you call your lover by the wrong name
I hope your lover calls you by the wrong name
I hope you wake up one day with “I am a heartless bastard” tattooed on your forehead
I hope someone does to you what you did to me.
You, my former lover, my ex-heart
You, who I pledged my body, my soul and my family to
You, who I wasted a two thousand dollar phone bill on
You, who I shared my laughter, my tears and my orgasms with
You, who made me hope, love, pout, wonder, cry, beg, scream, pray, keen, bleed, distrust
You, my false lover
I hope I’m there to watch it happen
Sittin’ on the back porch
In Winslow, Texas
It’s a hundred an’ fourteen
in the shade
Of that old sycamore tree
It’s 1971
An’ hot
The sun,
Up high, over to the left
Bakin’ me alive
Making my glass of mama’s lemonade sweat
I bring it up and cool my face
An’ imagine that it’s rain pourin’ down
Cool water
Not hot sweat
Then gulp down the tangy sweet tart stuff
My old cotton dress stickin’ to me
A hand-me-down from my big sisters
Soaked now
Just like every other summer on each of my 4 sisters
Chores are done
For an hour or so
So I can sit
An’ I ain’t moving until the oven timer goes off
My thighs part
maybe I’ll cool off
Fan turning lazily above my head
I lift my knees, trying to catch a breeze
Feelin’ my skirt fall down to my hips
Leanin’ my head back
An’ lettin’ my mind wander
Somplace cool
Around and around, she spins,
*arms up, head back, eyes closed, claws showing, moaning quietly into the night*
playing at being a goddess,
she dances upon a lonely pedestal,
while they worship at her feet.
feeding her chilled, peeled grapes and dousing her in wine
She selects the chosen few ...
different ones each night to fill the void in her heart
and between her thighs...
Neither man
nor woman
nor young manlet with a sacrifice of flesh,
touches her ragged soul,
though some make her smile for just a moment.
A maniacal gleam lights her eyes
as she searches for the one hand that feels right as it
*moves down her back,
down her neck,
down her thigh*
but fresh blood does not satisfy the seeker
inside the spinning goddess.
One day, maybe, she'll
*rest*
but until then,
she spins..
*arms up, head back, eyes closed, claws showing...
moaning quietly into the night*
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timeasmymeasure
