My version of those cosmo stories Cosmo After Dark ;)

(Most of everything on this blog has been written a while ago.. I have recently found everything and am now posting it! I wrote this in High School after I read the steamy stories in Cosmo Magazine. I thought “gross” but I could do that! so I did! Clearly this is fiction)

Knock knock!

The sound of the brass door knocker beat against Sky’s front door. She scrambled over the rest of her clothes that she shoved into her wardrobe. The door beat again. As she threw the rest of her misplaced belongings under her bed, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Sky yelled.

She had been expecting a friend’s arrival. She quickly lit a few candles, tore off her robe and flew down her flight of stairs to come upon only the most desirable man she could ever lay eyes on.

“I’ve been waiting patiently,” the man said in a deep mysterious way. He looked Sky up and down, his eyes undressing her black lingerie piece by piece. Sky moved toward the  man locked within his dark eyes and without even looking away she slid her hand down his pants to slightly brush his crotch.  A playful tease. The man stepped into her apartment and closed the door behind him as he moved in to graze her lips. His excitement now too near for neglect.

Sky began to unbutton his jeans glad to see that this time he had gone commando. She let him keep on his trench coat and only his coat. she examined his body from his pectoral muscles  to his erect penis. Sky eagerly pushed the man to the wall beside the door desperate to taste him. She feverishly descended down to her knees to take the whole package into her mouth. The man moaned with increasing desire for her as his enjoyment grew into ejaculation. Sky took it all in pleased to know her job was well done.

Still, the two ached for more. They passionately fled the entryway up to the bedroom. The man still aroused smelled the candles and smiled. He looked at Sky and wanted to know what she looked like under her sexy attire. She motioned for him to take off his coat and lie on the silks resting on the floor. The man lying on the fabrics stared up at Sky as she threw her sheer black bra at his penis, giving him a reason to touch himself as he continued to watch. Sky was responsive and tossed her matching crotch-less panties at his feet. Now it was her turn to receive the touch of a man’s appetite. She straddled her legs and slid down. She opened herself so he could see all of her, while giving him open invitation to slide his tongue in so he could kiss her. Sky let out a cry of joy and came so voluntarily into his mouth. She rolled back and turned on to her knees allowing for the man to gain entry.

Sky stretched out her body and let him grasp her breasts while inserting himself inside of her. Thrusting to the motion of her body, the man pulled back and in one fluid motion turned Sky to sit on top of him in full frontal position. Sky gasped and was amazed at how good he had gotten, yet she still had one more place to explore. Sky brought the man into her bathroom to an aroma-filled, steaming shower. She placed herself against the tiled wall beside the running water. Eager for love making the man entered the cave between her thighs and embraced her forcefully, stimulating her clitoris. Both kissing and moving their bodies as one reaching climax.

Their breathing began to slow, and the kissing became gentle, the flow of the water created an allusion of absence from the world as the two caressed each others body. Satisfied, they retreated back to the bedroom.

The man followed the woman to bed. The art had been completed. Both trembling with sexual bliss.

The night was well lived….

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Change is in the Air

I felt so sure I knew my calling, I felt so sure I knew my way. I lost myself in confidence.

Hardly held the breath of day Hardly stood a chance.

What reflection do I see?

is it a lie? or is it me?

Was it a game of pretend, a hope that wasn’t meant to be?

It’s been hard, should I give up or keep trying to do what I love? 

Do I even love it anymore. When all I feel is sadness?

There are different things I could do.

..I’ll just tuck away my dreams and find something new…

absolve the false

In congruence with the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson…

we must have self trust in life, a kind of self reliance in order to l live and understand life. When we fear, we coil in ignorance, we lag in shame in tranquility amidst dangerous times as we then turn to peace to temporarily distort our minds from the existing reality.

  In the action of my mind…

I find that everyday we are confronted with choices; how do we finalize our decision and choose the correct direction in which to follow? Error is common among us, and the self seems shoved aside in order to place ourselves in what we feel forced to feel is the norm of society. Personal choice is only something the ego controls or hides. Yet, is it not that the world is in existence for our souls? The world is ours: to protect. to thrive.

Our character is superior to intellect, but still we must explore all that can be perceived or sought out: nature, literature, agriculture, religion. However, sometimes we tend to shy away from the strength of intelligence and we resort back to our feeble individual mind that desires a will to cease working. In order to learn and grow we must then find what our self truly craves.

we must diminish anomalies

confusion lies in the depths of our being, yearning, scratching. trying to surface with understanding: who am I? What is this life that I was given? So many ways ‘out’ exist in our world, but we mustn’t approach them, we must follow society and therefore we are stuck within four walls, trapping us with no means of escape. We ought to ask, what is this curriculum dancing around in my head playing a foreign music to my ears?

Imagination is what tries to conquer confusion. It is the door in which to escape the confinement of the surrounding walls. Images of another life, another truth give rise to flames which blaze upon our soul creating a form of light for motivation of a distant opportunity.

Truth. Still we are isolated from the truth. Does it reside within us? The truth? The external truth? Where does this discovery even begin? Are we to live, knowing the truth to life exists yet we disregard that inner sensation in order to please our society we live in? We have but one chance to make our discoveries, let us not fail. The soul must completely define the self before truth is encountered.

Ultimately these four walls confine us, imprison us, slowly deteriorating our being. The soul must break free of these barriers in order to function without the rules of society. we struggle, our open minds collapse. our will to believe what is true is slowly waning. Rules, guidelines continue to conquer us and we falter. our inner soul will forever be trapped. 

Image

scatter

     o time

flying on outstretched

                  wings

     the clouds

refuse my step

                  I sink

     o love

how cruel you are

                 to leave

     the soul

seeps passed the hand

                 I need

     o kingdom

cares only for power

                alone

     yet solitude

will trap the helpless

                prisoner

In a moment

In a moment

Lies embedded within the darkness of my mind,
haunt me each and every time, I try to find the light.
I can’t escape, I can’t break free, each time I move
the chains bind tighter around me, engulfing my spirit,
inflaming my heart. I can’t seem to find my way or
even where to start.
The righteous path remains unseen
under descending leaves.
but only in a midnight’s dream,
can I find the needed peace,
that lies within the truth of life,
and maybe if I try
and believe,
in a moment everything
can change, and
once again I will..
be free

*this poem was published and selected as a special topical winner on geocites.com in 2005!