December 30, 2012

Dark Passion

The bells toll as my laughter rings out the chains clanging the smell of leather bound down bound and gagged submitting to my will helpless, hapless suspended within a dark corner the recess of the mind alive and intense the increasing pain is pleasant drifting off into another universe transgressing into another being pinned down and dominated becoming my slave pain to panic panic to pleasure an endless circle a revolving door spinning and spinning falling and falling rising back to a heightened awareness alive every nerve is on end stimulated almost electrified intense pleasure and pain combined ecstasy taking over releasing the spirit into an unknown world unknowingly awake within a realm of darkness between the light of day and the setting moon lying in soaked sheets and perspiration the intensity seems so real shaking, trembling standing walking to the mirror with the realization of reality and the experience, a nightmare enlightening and overwhelming awakening a beast within revealing a latent dark passion Written by Scarlet-Letters Victoria 1.888.430.2010 HAPPY NEW YEAR