Thursday, July 30, 2015

You Simply Are

There's a scene in a movie in which one of my favorite actor's character is describing the woman he loves. He says, "I love her. The sun rises and sets with her."

I always thought how amazing that would be to have someone feel that way about me.

I don't know if you feel that same way, but I do know this.

When the sun rises,  you are the first person I think about.
When the sun sets, you are the last person I think about.
You are there each moment in between.
You are there even in the rain.
You are there when dark clouds threaten my skies.
You are there when the sun bursts through again.
Quite simply, I take a breath because you are there. 
You are my breath, my soul, my spirit.
Simply are!

~CWylde © 2015
Original Photography by Freddy Camargo  (c) 2013

Thursday, July 2, 2015

The High

He enters striding with confidence,
Knowing she can’t see his blind seduction.
She knows it’s time to push his limits,
His jaw sets in controlled detonation.
In one terrifying moment, regret hits her mind, 
She realizes she’s awakened the beast 
From his raving slumber.
His patience she’s pushed,
Tis her bad habit he’s seen.
His eyes say it all without a word,
His soul of fire rages within.
His commands low and deliberate,
She cannot resist his deep dark sin.
Waiting for the first strike,
He taunts, but nothing happens.
She glances begging for his leather,
Her racing heart quickens,
The strike hits hard in a fountain of flames,
She steels herself against the pain.
Not many could withstand the fire felt so strong,
But she is impervious to its bite and sting.
Tis a peaked perfection to her carnal desires,
She feels alive as her passions build higher.
Tears flowing, she knows she’s branded
With his mark, his touch, no longer stranded
In the pit of her own private hell,
He’s carried her through the molten well.
One touch, you’ll see how the interplay works,
Tis the exchange of power, the unwavering thirst
For strength and control, tis her desires
That feed the fuel of his own lustful fires.
A stepping stone was reached in their bond.
An agreement made, a contract signed 
In the marks on her body and the gleam in his eye.
No pride could he steal, no shame in her mind
For this is the power, the bond, the high.

~CWylde © 2015

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Unholy Torment

Bound, captured,
Caught in his lair.
His voice soft,
Wicked tones,
Knowing he will not spare 
My aroused body from
His dark carnal lust.
The feel of leather
As it traces my curves,
Breath catches,
So much to learn.
Unholy torment,
Taunting, teasing,
Sinful delight.
First strike sends chills,
First plead, his will,
Second strike,
Urge builds,
Third, fourth, fifth strike,
Craving mounts,
Reaching the nexus
Of unbridled desire.
Needing release,
Begging it so,
His quiet answer - no.
Leather on skin,
Tracing once more,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Pleading him to enter in.
That moment,
That burst
Of final climax,
Spiraling into his
Carnal salacious acts.

~CWylde © 2015