tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35481384291757702092024-02-21T04:50:09.100-07:00callie in chainstied up... or tied down?calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-71938980173461859212016-09-23T01:40:00.000-07:002017-05-17T01:46:00.572-07:00take a numberDo you want to know me,<br />
or do you just want to fuck?<br />
I mean, let's be honest here, shall we?<br />
We are both adults.<br />
<br />
This pretending to care for my soul,<br />
as a way to get me to bare my skin for you,<br />
...is sickening.<br />
And the EXACT reason why you will never see me,<br />
Outside or In.<br />
<br />
So take a number, get in line.<br />
(It never moves, by the way!)<br />
You're not the first,<br />
and I am positive you won't be the last,<br />
to try this game with me.<br />
<br />
Do you really want to know me?<br />
Because that is where all the best of me lies.<br />
But let's me honest here, shall we?<br />
You really just want to fuck.<br />
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-75500802640174829242016-01-02T23:30:00.000-07:002016-02-23T22:17:45.178-07:00Drink You Awaythe solitude enveloped her<br />
--or was it the vodka,<br />
the cheap kind that burned out any lingering feelings.<br />
but eventually they all did that, and<br />
sunrise was going to hurtcalliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3986930872692634182012-05-02T01:33:00.000-07:002016-02-15T01:36:48.840-07:00you won't know this<div style="text-align: left;">
all those years ago how could we know,<br />
that i'd be sitting here and you sitting there,<br />
in your chair staring down a wall,<br />
while i tried so hard to call you without,<br />
ever picking up the phone. <br />
<br />
the times that separates us.<br />
the hate for what never was.<br />
the passion screamed out in wordless noise,<br />
and yes, i cried those tears for you.<br />
you never knew,<br />
and never will know this. <br />
<br />
and the time keeps moving along us,<br />
gliding past our vacant stares to space,<br />
wishing there was a place where,<br />
i could look at you and you i,<br />
and caress the sighs that escape those lips. <br />
<br />
but a shoulder is to be turned,<br />
and the whole world can be burned,<br />
before we ever admit our search is futile,<br />
in others smile,<br />
for yours is the one i yearn,<br />
though i won't tell<br />
and you won't know this. <br />
<br />
all those years ago and how could we know,<br />
that you'd be sitting there and i sitting here,<br />
in my chair staring down a wall,<br />
wishing so hard you'd call for me but never,<br />
hearing anything at all.</div>
calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-59087680112114840872011-08-16T23:57:00.000-07:002011-08-21T00:16:56.723-07:00slave<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">... I crave hands, not batteries.</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Teeth and breath, not plastic.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Have you ever touched yourself while talking to me?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I might have back when...</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">You could make me react without having to.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">We did connect a bit.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Ya, just a little. ;)</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Come crawl in my lap.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I would in a heart beat.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Why do I get the feeling you would do much of what I crave?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Is that a good thing or a bad thing?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You tell me... is it?</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">To me it is beautiful, but you knew that.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">*smiles*</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">It's like I am supposed to... need to, want to...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I lay in bed sometimes and wonder about why I see you nude before me.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Come up with any answers?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Slave comes to mind when I allow it to surface...</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">How often to you feel that side of yourself?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Only ever when talking to one person in particular have I ever felt more slave than just submissive.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Is that what haunts you? That feeling of being a slave?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">The connection that it would take to make me so.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I don't think you have ever said no to me.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Nope, not even when you said you would push me to my limits... and even beyond.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Would you ever say no?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I have no desire to say no to you.</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">...and I don't know why. I have thought about it a lot.</span>
<br />
<br />
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-68095786237515476632011-08-15T23:24:00.000-07:002011-08-19T00:24:13.193-07:00connection<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Did you let your mind wander today?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">It does everyday.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">What did you think on?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Little things throughout the day... wishing things were different.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Like touching, smelling, and feeling that connection...simple? You want to feel that collar don't you?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Yes. That is a pretty big hole inside lately.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Did you feel a little better doing as told last night? Even for a moment?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Yes, a little.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">It's just not wanting to do, it's that need. To be what is needed.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">It's not even just the submission alone.. it's the whole picture that I am needing... a connection I am craving, along with the physical presence and giving of myself... all of it. Each part is sitting before me separately... none of it fills the void alone.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Friendship, companionship, the feel of someone in the house that cares, letting go and accepting where you need to be, having someone that gives a damn about you...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Yes..</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Someone that values you... beyond anyone else.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Dammit, why do you always make me cry?</span>
<br />
<br />
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-22963101786530291312011-08-14T13:54:00.000-07:002011-08-19T00:17:10.619-07:00His eyes<span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>ria stole a peek with one eye. Shoes. He was still there... waiting. She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt at his feet. He hadn't said a word. He was just waiting, but he knew once she gained the courage to look into his eyes, she was his. For now, she could have her little streak of defiance, keeping her eyes squeezed shut, head bowed. She would look, sooner or later, she always did, and he was patient. Like many times before, she would turn her face to him, glancing at his face, his mouth, before finally settling her gaze on his eyes, and there she would stay... trapped. The courage would drain from her eyes to be replaced with a sweet simple pleading. A look he fed off of and would use to take her body to places she fantasized about in the deep dark recesses of her brain. He held her enthralled. Each blink of his eyes causing a momentary pause her life, like a little death, to be returned once those eyes held her again.
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-72157121299836423852011-08-13T00:19:00.000-07:002011-08-16T13:06:32.543-07:00Hungry moods<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I woke up hungry.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Hope I didn't wake you...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I'm okay, it will pass... always does.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You are lucky you're not here.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Actually, I see it as I am unlucky I am not there.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You would be carrying the marks and feeling what I'd do to you for a while.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I need to sleep I think.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Okay, my dear. I will try not to wake you again.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You are in a mood.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">A mood?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I know I am, but you're in a touchy feely mood... a very submissive mood.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">What makes yo say that?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Just what I felt.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I have been lately, yes.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Teeth raking across skin...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Yes, that and I want to lay my cheek on One's knee, a hand stroking my hair...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Is that all you yearn for?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">No.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Did you mean to wake me that way?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I did not mean to wake you, but I was thinking of you...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">... was listening to music.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Kneeling and nude, wanting.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Yes, ...the wanting.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">...you have a way of turning that on full force... with your comments... questions...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I used to make you need to cum so easily.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Yes, you did.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I think I need to try and get my mind off taking you. ... I could dig my teeth into you though.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I need to sleep... ...cum for me tonight.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I will...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Good. I like that thought.</span>
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-71531071306326384572011-08-12T12:28:00.000-07:002011-08-16T13:05:23.265-07:00waitingi am waiting...
<br />
<br />claw your way in.
<br />taste the sin of my desire for you.
<br />rip apart the whole, discover my soul,
<br />and feast your eyes on a heart that is true.
<br />blood, sweat, and tears...
<br />have been yours for years.
<br />body, mind, and soul...
<br />lost to your control.
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7700891684362587342011-08-11T23:51:00.001-07:002011-08-16T13:03:42.181-07:00do you dream?<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Did you enjoy last night?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">You were supposed to meet me the night before last...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Didn't you feel me?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">If you thought of me as you started your day... I didn't get to bed until you were getting up.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I did think of you as I got up.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I do most days actually.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">You do?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Yup.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Later...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You have such dreams...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">What dreams?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You don't daydream of being with the one you love, feeling total submission? How many times have you felt it when you chat with me randomly?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Honestly, I think about it all the time...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">It's in my head constantly. It's hard being one who's nature needs balance walking around without her other half...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Hard to walk around like that... makes it hard to concentrate. </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I make it hard for you sometimes, I'm sure.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">When you ask questions like that, yes you make it a bit hard.</span>
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4740697230339120032011-08-09T23:57:00.002-07:002011-08-12T00:32:30.938-07:00a touch<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">...I didn't know you still thought of me in that way...</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Do I still wake you with those thoughts of hunger?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">yes...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">You've crept back into my head quite strongly lately.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Have you dreamt of a wolf?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I don't remember my dreams... I know you were in my head when I went to bed last night... As I was falling asleep... I could feel you next to me... I was just waiting... wishing... for a touch.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Perhaps tonight you will feel it... chills... whispers... warmth.</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I hope so...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Don't you feel me now?</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Is that you... or just my mind playing tricks on me...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Depends if your shoulders and back of your neck feel warm...</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">It should move all over.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">It is always in my neck and shoulders... then down my back... my arms... up the back of my neck into my hair and curling up the side of my neck, across my cheek.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">You woke up to this before... you felt me touching you so beautifully.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Like you were there, and I woke up a second too late...</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I'll be with you tonight. I need to sleep my dear, but find me.</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I will...</span>
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-52541358120244570742011-08-08T12:22:00.001-07:002011-08-15T15:45:01.149-07:00masterless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/photoshootmarch08003.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 357px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/photoshootmarch08003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
<br />masterless, she wills her submission from you like a thief,
<br />and unknowingly, you dominate her.
<br />you push a little, she pulls with all her might.
<br />like a dance you are led to lead and only she knows the steps.
<br />
<br />she hangs on your every word,
<br />reading lines between lines.
<br />holding her breath,
<br />and willing her flesh,
<br />to feel the sting of your touch.
<br />
<br />masterless, she holds her submission in her hands, a dying ember,
<br />wishing for you to breathe her to life.
<br />
<br />
<br />calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-20357519771917323492011-08-07T01:07:00.003-07:002011-08-07T01:13:21.639-07:00do you feel me?<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I need to rip my teeth into flesh...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I am in a mood.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">What kind of mood?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">What do you feel?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Chills up the back of my neck...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">What else? Do you feel my hunger? Does your body feel aroused?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">My skin has that feeling... the second before someone touches you, that anticipation of knowing a touch is coming... the ever so slight shift towards the energy you feel flowing from the other hands... yearning for it because if feels so close.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Does it belong to just anyone?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">No.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Do you want more?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">... you know I do.</span>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-29219806013040648972011-08-05T23:44:00.003-07:002011-08-07T01:14:41.739-07:00take from me...<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Did you fall asleep thinking about me?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I did. I went to bed thinking you have a bad habit of getting thoughts in my head and then disappearing on me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Sitting there wiggling and thinking of nice things or did I take you back to those evenings when we talked on the phone and I got under your skin?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />All the thoughts are jumbled together into a bigger picture now... the IMs, texts, calls...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />What are you thinking now? Would you enjoy knowing I am laying in the dark nude?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />I wish I was there... next to you.. feeling you breathe.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Tasting you. Hearing your heart. Dragging my teeth across skin. Releasing you beast.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />Yes, yes, yes, and yes... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Would you release </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">your</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Beast then?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />It would leave marks on you. Force you to do things. Take you. Take your submission.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />That's what I would be there for... for you, to do with as you please.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Could you keep the Beast at bay if I was there? My skin under your hands?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br />I<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">t would take a lot from you... you'd be the Beast's slave.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />Could you keep it at bay if I was there?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />No.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> I'd take from you. Taste your breath... your flesh... your blood... see how far I could push you... and then push some more. Break you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />Then if you could not keep him chained... the choice is already made.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">You could not restrain him, and I could not stay away from you never knowing.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Perhaps you carry those scars from my beast already...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />The memories of scars not yet inflicted.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Being able to touch you and your body instantly submits and readies for me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> Do you feel it? ....the clothes burn upon your skin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> If you could, you'd be nude right now.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br />I would be... yes.<br /><br /></span>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2214373873285417622011-07-30T23:57:00.004-07:002011-08-07T00:07:00.990-07:00You are the moon..<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DtXc9h2nki8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />If you could only see the beast you've made of me<br />I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free<br />Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart<br />Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart<br /><br />My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in<br />You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl<br />My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in<br />You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to<br /><br />Howl, howl<br />Howl, howl<br /><br />Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack<br />My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out<br />The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound<br />I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground<br /><br />Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins<br />I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness<br /><br />And howl, howl<br />Howl, howl<br /><br />Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers<br />Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters<br />Hunters, hunters, hunters<br />Hunters, hunters, hunters<br /><br />The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress<br />Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest<br />The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound<br />I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground<br /><br />And howl<br /><br />Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers<br />Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters<br /><br />A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night<br />May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright<br /><br />If you could only see the beast you've made of me<br />I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free<br />The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound<br />I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground<br /><br /><br /></div>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-13477419291156583232011-07-23T00:33:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:33:56.345-07:00tiptoe<span><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Tiptoe across my brain,<br />Leaving tiny tracks in your wake.<br />Fleeting but always there,<br />I can't shake the thought of you.<br />Words trickle from your lips,<br />Seeping into my cortex.<br />Leaving the taste of a smile on my face.</span></span>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-13799898835592726572011-07-18T00:30:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:33:06.583-07:00the numbers are inJust took a quiz... *giggle*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Masochist</span> 79%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Submissive </span> 71%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Experimental </span> 68%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bondage </span> 54%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vanilla </span> 43%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Degradation Lover </span> 39%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Switch </span> 36%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dominant</span> 29%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sadist </span> 21%<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibitionist / Voyeur</span> 0%<br /><br />...its here, if you want to try:<br /><br />http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/Sex/poeticthinker/do-you-have-an-inclination-for-bdsm/#calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-79937164225556870132011-07-16T00:29:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:30:01.164-07:00transparentI see right through you,<br />Your petty charade,<br />The dance you started,<br />But don't know the steps to.<br />I see your lies,<br />Like a bittersweet kiss,<br />You play heartstrings,<br />While venom seeps in.<br />I see right through you,<br />And the games that you play,<br />The untruths you tell,<br />To make it through your day.<br />I see your lies,<br />Please walk away,<br />You're not wanted here,<br />My heart's not yours,<br />To break.calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-91569906741914164432011-07-06T12:28:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:29:04.607-07:00Lady LuckLady Luck is not a friend of mine.<br />I joke I was doomed from the start,<br />A product of the day of my birth,<br />My lucky number,<br />My favorite feline,<br />A cosmic joke of the creator.<br /><br />Lady Luck is not a friend of mine.<br />A cruel mistress she has been.<br />I try to break her hold on me,<br />But she wins,<br />Again and again.calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-37057150724301992032011-07-05T12:26:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:27:58.953-07:00TroubleSitting alone through the night,<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Looking for trouble...</span><br />The silence creeps up on me,<br /> Yearning for trouble...<br />Craving something to refresh<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Wishing for trouble...</span><br />These soulful tendencies.<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Longing for ...trouble.</span><br /><br />Do you have what I need?<br />Can you quench this thirst I feel?<br />Can you bring desire to its knees?<br />Are you trouble?calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4925607668238158792011-07-01T00:25:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:26:11.507-07:00wordsIt is times like these that rip into my soul.<br />A rendering so complete you can see the blood flow...<br />Can you taste it as it trickles 'cross my lips...<br />My words unheard?calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-10755670423403726022011-06-22T00:19:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:24:56.681-07:00..within you..<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rX917y1Ly8o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />How you turned my world, you precious thing<br />You starve and near exhaust me<br />Everything I've done, I've done for you<br />I move the stars for no one<br />You've run so long<br />You've run so far<br />Your eyes can be so cruel<br />Just as I can be so cruel<br />Though I do believe in you<br />Yes I do<br />Live without the sunlight<br />Love without your heartbeat<br />I, I can't live within you...<br /><br /></div>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3097042422803559772011-06-20T00:07:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:10:28.954-07:00sin<div style="text-align: center;">Hello my newest friend...<br />You slip sin across my lips with you sweet ruby kiss,<br />Whispering the Nothings I so need to hear.<br /></div>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-16390745511983517292011-06-03T15:17:00.000-07:002011-08-02T03:20:39.220-07:00ticking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/eye-4.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/eye-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br />Weary, the world gnaws at my soul.<br />Still searching, for what I don’t know. <br />The days seem to drag by,<br />...but the time, it flies. <br />I am complete in that I smile, I live, I learn.<br /><br /><br />And yet…<br />...it feels as if every other breath is stolen from me,<br />...the rhythm that completes my dreams. <br />A touch not yet felt but all too familiar,<br />...a part of my soul stashed away in another. <br /><br />I search for that piece that may never be found,<br />For it’s all I can do until the clock finally winds down.<br /><br /><br /></span>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-81608585538787331872010-11-21T18:09:00.001-07:002011-08-02T03:15:42.032-07:00echos<span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He echos through my mind like some unwritten brand across my flesh.<br />No matter how I try, I cannot the shake the feeling of his breath on my soul.<br />I close my eyes, wishing to the skies to take this memory from me.<br />Leave me whole again, to pursue another course and find a place to call my own.<br />And just when I sigh and think I may be free from the words he has etched across my mind,<br />Here he comes once again, dancing across my vision, tempting fate, tempting emotion, tempting flesh.<br />And thus I sit and wait, praying against that fateful day when he sets me free once and for all...<br />...or finally claims me as his own.<span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/tattoos/tattoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 100px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/tattoos/tattoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /></span>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6269520425552440472010-10-22T12:05:00.000-07:002011-08-02T03:09:37.862-07:00tendrils<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Time to step back, and breathe it all in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Ideas like tendrils of smoke tickle my skin.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Wrapped 'round wrists, bound by a thought.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Obscuring the vision and clearness of mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">They have invaded my dreams, these tendrils, I find. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Time to step back, and breathe it all in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Consume from within and let it seep in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The mind still fights what the soul has submitted.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">But I know I have already given over to their call,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Resistance was lost as my knees hit the floor.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/Bound_Angel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 223px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/Bound_Angel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span>calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584noreply@blogger.com0