Violent swings from action to regret

Soul killing obsessions that can never be met

Herself the Mean Chamber

She can't ask herself to save her

She is at the mercy of her own hand

In a slippery place where she can take no stand

(c) Valentina B. (2010) (I make graphic animations, I'm glad to find I can share them here! I made the one below).

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Your lips were meant to be kissed.
Your body was meant to be close to mine.
Your bare naked and exposed body should call for me.
I won't rescue you.
But I will wake you.
I won't rescue you.
But I will save you.
Your voice was meant to be whispered in my ear.
The heat from your mouth should be against my skin.
Your legs should be wrapped around me to stay warm.
I won't rescue you.
But I will wake your soul.
I won't rescue you.
But I will save you.
Your thoughts were meant to be directed to me.
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Seductively beckoning and waiting for my hand;
To lovingly stroke its deliciously smooth length;
From where it begins; at the small of your back;
To where it divides into the two luscious globes;
That never fail to entice more than my fingers...

Fantasy, what it is that you do for me;
Things that were once only dreams;
Forbidden pleasures you let me see;
Until I ache for release till it screams.

Fantasy, hot, smoldering alive in me;
Turgidly wet and hot, under my hand;
Strumming a chord of release to see;
Wet brushstrokes, wherever it lands.

Fantasy, why is it you torment me?
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He’s just not that into *Me*

Let’s move past getting drunk,
this butterscotch feeling, mingled with the scent of
bitter hops and beer, flat in
half-empty 40 oz. brown bottles.
Please stop trying to sleep with me.
Stop rubbing those drunk and calloused hands
over my body.
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