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MermaidThey thought my love a siren in the seaMermaid
whose strength draws weakest men into the tide,
but nightly I heard weeping next to me.
When first I caught her, I asked, “What is she,
that girl who shines angelic at my side?” They thought my love a siren in the sea.
Still, I said that I her love could be;
my heart pumped with her power, strength, and pride, but nightly I heard weeping next to me.
I told my friends this curiosity. My tales of hidden grief were all denied: they thought my love a siren in the sea.
With heart secure and boundless energ
by ~celaeno
SuccubusMy muse\'s cruel touch had struck me again her mercuric loving compelled me to woo she begged me to weave soft verse \'round my pen, her silken caresses, her poisoning through light song & dark, lascivious bass. But though with her skills she meant to erase my mem\'ries - her verses inspired me of you. seduced by my poems, your fair heart and hand were mine; whispered she, \'You\'re a poisoner, too.\' I saw then your face, awaiting command, I knew then my quicksilver siren sang true, Then seeing and knowing, I spread wing and flew, and left my smooth poisons with you.Succubus
by ~celaeno
ObligationsArmed with a three-bladed razor in hand,Obligations
hot water fills up the bathroom with steam. Stoic, obeying my culture’s demand,
I fill my palm up with rich shaving cream.
Hand, coating skin white as snow on a peak feels now more stubble than previously eyed, Curses on nicks cuts and scrapes I do speak, Carefully, slowly, my blades start to slide.
Minding my credo – avoidance of pain –
I draw my weapon up calf and up thigh. breathing too slowly, I swipe ‘gainst the grain, Finishing, I stop, see no blood, and sigh.
Safe now, unscathed, I rinse remnants away
by ~celaeno
FrenchBegin with a cold, lonely nothing. Now a great shadow eclipses evenFrench
the orange-red glow of eyelids, closed.
On cue, senses shift into electric awakening, a rustle of fabric, a warm, minty breeze clean clothing now, deodorant, just-shampooed hair.
Silk-soft upon the lips,
a sudden, embracing, welcome depression met and matched, felt and testing, tasting the hastily-eaten tic tacs and the warm wet of a partly parted mouth.
Writhing, parrying, searching for entrance, the gentleness gives way; passion like sudden light
filling a
by ~celaeno
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