ECSTASY

And so it takes me;

Wave over wave over wave of emotion;

No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop the extreme bubbles of passion rising up within me;

So I just let myself go; enjoying the moment;

Till it passes.

How did it happen? Can iI even remember?

Closing my eyes, I recall how it all started.

Oh! the currents had been buzzing; We had both known what was coming but We chose to ignore;

And then out of the blue, a phone call was made;

Plans were cancelled and newer plans were initiated;

Everything we both did was simply for this moment...

Red wine and Massage oils;

Chatting by Scented Candles and Dinner;

Everything added up...

Food eaten up; Wine drunk with the bottle empty;

Soft music in the background and idle chatter on the couch...

Comfort sets in; and at the same time; abandon sets in...

Sparks are ignited by little, random touchings...

What happened next? I ask...

Oh yes! I stood up to demonstrate something and it all escalated from there...

Two people... A volcano of emotions...

Erupted passions...

To create the most intense feeling ever...

Breathing much more regular now, I turn and settle deeper into an embrace...

Oh! the average human is selfish..

And I'm no different...

In a situatuon where more is offered...

More will be accepted.

And thats the last thing on my mind as another electric wave of passion seizes me...

M.O.R.E...

BEHIND THE VEIL (3)

Watching and waiting, minding neither sleep nor slumber,

The mysterious woman keeps guard at Her post by the window.

Dressed in her black regalia, She ponders,

She's been kept in this room for weeks now;

Initially refusing to eat unitl the hefty and scary man forces Her to.

Now that man fills Her with dread, He looks upon Her with pure, unadulterated hatred.

Once He comes in, the atmosphere is filled with the vilest essence one can imagine...

Now, they have a way of making Her do things,

The moment She begins to prove difficult, They send her remedy.

So now, She's alone... as always,

It has been days since She saw the vision...

Her Scarlet Veil has deserted Her.

She softly sobs into the sleeve of Her gown.

Never has reaching out eluded Her; She has always found solace in the fact that Hers was a higher calling..

But today, She doesn't sense that feeling of belonging that usually envelops Her;

Today, She is alone; today, She is rudely aware of Her surroundings;

he sinks to the ground, tucking Her feet under Her, She supports Her back on the wall;

She blames Herself, She has been tested and tried and has been found wanting;

And because of that, She will receive her Scourge;

Her punishment; Her penance...

She will receive it, whatever it maybe;

And then, when restitution has been paid fully;

She can receive instruction.

Armed with this thought, She smiles through Her tears.

THE ILLUSIONIST...

...Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil...

One of the verses of the Good Book right?

However, I do not know if I am to take it quite literally though...

Here I am, standing in front of a man, who is cloaked in a long, black gown....

He has a hood, He has his back turned to me...

I look around me and I smile to myself...

It is either of two things...

The first being that I have become as mad as a hatter...

Or the second being that my love for the stranger things in life has finally engulfed me...

Sadly, enough, this is not a dream...

I repeat...

THIS. IS. NOT. A. DREAM...

I am here, lying in my bed, my surroundings are the usual things that help make up the haven called my room.

To my right, I see the light from my bathroom shining through...

To my left, I see my closet, my clothes hanging neatly...

Everything looks normal except for the cloaked person sitting in front of my bed...

I have pinched myself, hidden myself under my sheets, said all the prayers I know and even wished the figure away...

That is the only indication I have that something is not right.

So I brace myself, sit up and ask quietly,

"Who are you?"

The figure turns to me and I can see, or rather, I think I can make out some certain features that form a face,

In actual fact, there is no face, or there is but you cannot call it one...

There is a structure, even some flesh but there is a certain "fluidity" to this person's "face"...

Like ripples in a puddle of water, unclear, surreal...

He speaks, a voice like that of smouldering fire,

A hissing sound, having something of an echo...

Indescribable, yet chilling...

" I Am"...

Conflicting emotions well up inside me,

Fear, terror and morbid curiousity...

" You are?"...

" I Am"...

" What?"

He turns his head and stares intently at me...

To make a semblance of reality, I have chosen to give this figure a human form...

In the structure of a face are two shimmering spaces, those are now fixed on me...

I am being drawn into them, hypnotised beyond my will power...

Still I ask again,

" Who or what are you?"

" I am whatever you want me to be..."

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Hey guys, so sorry its been a really long while since I last updated this blog, not going to go into details of what has been going on.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, obviously its going to be in parts, read and comment..

Love,

MARIE