Monday, May 18, 2009

The story of Lo.

A deviant. A child fiend. A play thing.

Perhaps Candy land similarity.., yet not a game possible to play.

A womans mind somewhere tucked beneath the innocent flesh of a baby chest. The devils tongue at game within the raspberry lips of a mouth so tiny, metaphorically virgin.

I have become, she. What am I? More than beautifully structured words scattered on a page.. no revise,edit,censorship,filter or alteration. I am,out in the naked. long thin arms fallen against my bruised sides.. poking hipbones..screaming to be pinched,bitten or kissed.
Standing diagonal in lean upon the elder forest tree. Hot summer heat against my bright pink cheeks.. Dirty ground of wood chips,wild bush and egg corns.

Inhaling this solitude,a moment...I am with careless legs,bruised tomboy knee.. shoe less cut and sore feet. My umbrella is the
leaves of all these above my wavy ringlets. Soon to be dingy and raggy,texture of the weed once I run off this tiny hill into the river to cool off, beyond the.. story yet to be spoken.. words yet to be ..written.

I am,honesty.

- More than dramatically catchy,thrilling scenes on the big screen,pushing you to the edge of your theater seat. I am...the real thing.

Not a novel. Not a play. I am,hot breath, sweaty skin... elegant see through white and ruffled lace.
I'm hot through my pink lace,hes sweating through his rough jean...

Here are teasers,flashes,flickers and blinks.. of what I feel.. of Who I am.

I am living,breathing,existing.

Plump wet lips, when dry:broken cracked and blistered coarse
Big doll eyes, alluring stare
almond shape blows smokey feel
and natural squint
soft feel
fragile,delicate skin
dainty little hands,shaking
vulnerable on the inside,
never thinking,strong willed outside..

5 foot 4
toddler wrists,
all leg.

begging to be dominated...
see me lay,and you must pin down..
see me sit,and you must confront,
your strong finger resting on the bottom of my anticipating chin
see me STARE,and you must kiss..

never to be left alone..never to be left alone..

" I like being choked.Choke me".

snake bite,angel kiss
inviting thighs conceal against
strength and happy weakness

confused.. do I want you? is this really what I wish?
Moan before u give in,then cry in the middle of getting it.

sweet candy taste


The story of lo.

The real thing,not a novel. Not a play.

A mature Philosopher deep within the childish giggles of a naive spiritualist.
A serious,deep thinker beyond the excessive cartoon watching,ice cream swallowing,doll playing habits,laid.

I am more than just what I visually,physically appear to be. I am anything but the typical. Anything but the average,or simple. I am anything but the assumptions,accusations,labels,judgments,guesses...estimations.

I am not one thing,I am everything.

A hippie who hates everything
A virgin who sucks cock
a Junkie whos against addiction
the spiritualist who supports science
the optimist dancing on the end of a bridge..

It all started today,and Today, I was confused... Thus, Accused to be sinister. Uncertain,unsure and high on my own insanity..
Strung along to a man I adored,long..
long days and endless nights towed..Stood by him,
so many buckets of commitment and devotion that it was sick
He never once willingly swallowed,but he sure did drown in it.

A heart of mine,innocent and fresh
soon ravished by blood, his words,lies,torment..
the master..
the sadist..
The lover.
The one and ONLY.

Im a kitten,calico and sweet
small,and patient
demure beneath his feet

He,is a man.
Cold,indecisive heart
Strong,powerful hands
lustful eyes
large tongue,
compared to mine..
large everything.

and I mean....


handles me,not once merciful,
handles me... not once gentle.
but at times..he too,
succumbed confused,uncertain..unsure.

and at that, I had bled.

Today,I was confused.Lay back on a strange new bed.. My devilish eyes scream "I want!" like it was a piece of candy.numb to any consequence,an egnosic teen sweet tooth. Aching,and yearning was my puberty. What I wanted, was Not My master,my one and only staring back at me..

so hurt from the love I was deprived of

so instead,I intake this stranger.
in the end,I am only human. I am full of flaw,mistake,contradiction. Place not blame upon me.. only mercy.

If you choose my masters shoulder to rub with sympathy,
or over mine,side with his perception...and feeling..
know that..

I have not done anything he hasnt already done to me.

They all say my tongue is small.

And at that moment, I knew I could get anything I wanted out of him. With one glance,a grip of power through sullen, dozy eyes.. hazing with desire. Drowning him with temptation,and I was not going to quit or contain this overflow. hot with reflection.. wet lips and swollen,ready between my legs.. Like a little cake baking..a pie in oven heating; waiting to be cooked and ready for taste.

Pocket sized: pixie,faery.
Pale Porcelain
fairy tale creature,fantasy.
carry me in your masculine arms to the sofa,large

They all tell me they are afraid they would break me.

So they wont put too much pressure upon me..

Limp,and scrawny
I lay here underneath u,giant...
Quiet,and puny
Hamster heart racing so quick,
intense,monster butterflies eating the organs in my stomach.
But you.. you are so confident.. seem so certain.

Is it because youve been at this before?

There you go again..

acting too scared to put much pressure on me..

Is it my soft scent of the pulsating anorexia?
my endless skill to fluctuate.. Here u can smell it starving beyond the existing capacity of the microscopic pores in my skin; the unicorn blood in my veins, warm and pumping. The heart of life,unwillingly, thoughtlessly beating.. hear its quaint pitter patter through my chest.. rest your head..come.listen.

its tearing bones in my body..thick, fat, thin.

Is it my young age and mind growth?frail and fatigue.
is it my emotions, my feminine sensitivity?
is it because I'm considered a child,
that you think.. I am innocent,naturally?
by nature,and age?
by body structure,or hip size, width in waist?

Is it the way I look into your eyes?
without a sound,
head tilting back,
small nose, smooth cheeks..
muffling..soft moaning and whining.. mumbling.
chin cupped within my palm,.
You know what I want,and
does it make you hesitate..
from plowing and mounting...

away and away..

mmm away...and away?

He asked me if that was my puppy dog face. And at that moment, I knew I could get him to do anything for me. Through cost of endless cent,impulsive action or heartfelt feeling.

I was the prize,and he was tenacious at his winning.
I was the darling toy,and he was consistant at my string.

I whined and tugged on his sleeve;the addictive drug...satisfaction is mine with just one single word,kiss or grind..

I know exactly how to get my way. I know exactly how to get what I want.

here i lay on top,upon his trouser center. until the balloon bulges,fills..

Pop. Pop.

will you... if I continue?

I can see the pleasure in your face.

will you buy me icecream,if I continue? Will you finally give in?

I can tell by the way you quickly glance over if I if to scream at me not to stop..
the occasional fidgety motion in your impatient,needy hands,anxiously searching for something to grab,or take grip of..running your hand against my dress, lifting at my hips

I wore white today,because I felt pure..

You stare above,seeing through at my nude,tiny breasts.


to be continued.

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