

addictionMy head is pounding, My mind is like mush,addiction
Thoughts scrambled like eggs, My breath long since taken away, You move in close and every sensation is intensified, Your hand moves slower and the anticipation is multiplied, Relentless, unwavering , unstoppable in their gentle glide Your hands are a gift from god When you touch me I see the light, I want you now like I’ve wanted nothing ever before, My hair jumbled as if by a storm, Makeup smudged beyond recognition, See me now as nature intended, All roughed up, nothing fake, No pretending , Exposed to the w


Merciful MasterAs I drift off to sleep with thoughts of whips and chains in my head,Merciful Master
I can still feel the pain of each lash as it creeps across my skin,
I love the abuse, and I think about what you said.
“shut up you stupid slut you deserve what you get!”
I run my hand over the collar around my neck ,
Next time I have to do better than my best,
A cry will never escape my lips again,
At your feet I will lay submissive, humble and silent.
I’m not perfect but my salvation will come,
When you stand before me poised and strong,
Merci


no title1I know I haven't been an easy child, But love for you lies underneath my inhibitions; I’m sorry there is no way I could be tame or mild: I’m sorry that I’ve kicked and screamed and cried , But you're the reason I don’t run wild, Your the source of all my strength, Even though your the chain I hammer at with all my might, I know that you have increased its length. You know what’s best and could never hold me back, It's tough, I know, to be my Mom, To forgive all the trouble that I‘ve caused; I know I cause you way too much stress, but still: I need your fierce, proud love,no title1


My MistakeI’ve let you brake my heart a hundred times,My Mistake
But when you look at me with those bright blue eyes…
I forgive and forget with out a second thought even coming to mind.
Every time I hand you my heart the result is the same,
You’ll love me for a moment than throw me away,
I’m stupid if I think you’ll ever change,
A hundred times I’ve watched you walk away,
A hundred little blonds have gotten in my way,
But when you waltz back in to my life I know exactly what I’ll say,
I’d like to think that this time I’ll say no,
I’d


Ravers ManifestoOur emotional state of choice is ecstacy,Ravers Manifesto
Our nourishment of choice is love,
Our addiction of choice is technology,
Our religion of choice is music,
Our currency of choice is knowledge,
Our politics of choice is none,
Our society of choice is utopian, though we know it will never be.
You may hate us, you may dismiss us, you may misunderstand us, you may be unaware of our existence, we are not criminals, we are not disillusioned, we are not drug addicts , we are not naive children, we are one massive global, tribal village, that transcends man-made laws, physical geography, and time itsel
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