by Kaero Davis
Enter Scenario
“I knew she had some wild fears. And they all came to life when we would succumb to the madness our debasing pleasures would arouse. We would get so high with a combination of the opiate liquid laudanum with the fusion of a hazy tetrahydrocannabinol smoke. We were both artists and so freely expressive, quite often abusing ourselves with marks of physical torment. Ah, the line between pleasure and pain.
The capillaries, the vessels we’d puncture to flow beautiful drops of ruby – and our bizarre emotion of misery. We, both beset the honour of tranquil peace as we leech out our beloved life plasma. In the simplest terms – cutting. But this one fateful night, she had donned herself just a little too much of such relief that she was finally released. My love is now gone and I am alone – and now alone to such a tragedy of life – drowning in misery without her.
My love – my most exquisite pleasure in all my world has left me. And I thought I knew just how deep her woes were. I was clearly, sadly mistaken – what once was our pleasing release had become her mournful demise. And now I wish that it were I in her place. I thought I knew, I thought she felt I could relate but this mark was the deepest yet. That cut was as deep as my darkest devoted emotion. I love you Lazemhed.” – Towltku.
My Eternal You
I held her tightly close to me as her soul slipped away,
Her warmth slowly deteriorates till cold is all shall remain,
Neither of us stopped before she could no longer,
She wasn’t as I’d previously perceived of her to be stronger,
She now lies in my arms lifeless, we be at the base of a stairwell,
I kiss her cheek and bleed a tear and tell my final farewell;
To you my love; I only wish that it were I instead,
Didn’t you know I felt the pain, now only my hearts’ of lead,
I wish you stayed, I wish I prayed and,
I wish I knew your motif towards the lands for dead,
Didn’t you know I felt it too?
To Wedge a knife ‘tween my ribs and let it all bleed through,
You’ll have my love always, and I neglect forgetting you,
If I die a broken heart I’m sure death will collect me soon,
My heart was always only for you,
I wish I even knew,
Goodnight my love for the final time,
Rest your soul in the heaven’s high,
Ill light a candle each year from this night
In memory of your elegant sight,
There’s a tempest raging on outside,
It’s just hit midnight with a flicker of the lights,
She’s now cold and gone, and I lament and write her song,
She shall be sorely missed, Death at my door is all that I wish,
If she ever stopped the cutting, I just know time could be bought,
And so now I am but left alone to my darkest ever thoughts..
Exit Scenario
“Was it meant? Was it on purpose? Perhaps I may never know. But, surely – surely, it was an accident – nevertheless, she is now in the hands of the good grace of God. He must’ve needed her more than I to make certain it happened properly this final time around. I don’t feel I can be without her for very much longer – Lazemhed was my world, my everything – my reason to breathe, the woman of my dreams – the answer to my prayers.
How much longer yet can I myself linger for, with my broken aching heart? I, Towltku will soon join you Lazamhed, my love. I’ll be with you sure enough. Please have mercy heavenly father – on her – for all the good she had spread wherever she wandered. Have mercy on her soul heavenly father – and please let her know I will join her soon.” -Towltku.
Enter Scenario
“You never cease to mystify and amaze me. It’s quite often I marvel at the things you do – the way you think, how you handle shit – what you do and how you act. And every time I find myself in a situation – I often ask myself – how is it so easy that my Diamond Cheytavici doesn’t seem to show any sign of this shit affecting her? I’m curious, I really want to know – yet I find that as time passes – I slightly mature and find I can finally see thing’s from another perspective. And I can understand how things are. But all the time I am mesmerized at the self-control you have over your emotions and how easily you make it seem that shit doesn’t bother you as it does for me. No matter that you say there’s no point worrying over the shit you can’t do much – if anything about… I occasionally forget that you’re fifteen years and a day ahead of me, yet I am still curious and marvel after you all the time. I thank you for your patience with me Cheytavici, and am so grateful and appreciative of you that I will always strive for doing the best I can, I never want to let you down. You’re always bringing the best out in me – you’re the catalyst for the chance for good in me – and my pursuit for a greater good. You surprise me always, mesmerize me, interest me, excite me, and on occasion arouse me (in our own private domain within our own private hours together,) still, I obsess probably as much more than as I should – more than I’m afraid to say is healthy – and I know you never really want to hear me say this – but, I want to be lost in you. You don’t handle hearing that too well – and most of the time, I do my best to distract myself of the thought, but that - is a kind of proof even to me – that you’re the only one I seriously want to be with enough (for me to be thinking this) to be together the entirety of the rest of my life, like, you’ll know I’m speaking of too much truth in my heart for it to be false. You’re the only one I can feel comfortable enough to be around that I can truly be myself – because we are so similar. And we know it. What we have is REAL.” – Moushaireguis.
My Obsession
I must confess I do obsess,
It is my heart that you possess,
And all I wish at my request,
Is to have your soul to caress,
Open to me your mind and soul,
Receive my love to fill you whole,
Forever without conditional tolls,
My heart forever behold,
You’re as real as a dream can get,
You deserve the sincerest respect,
’Tis an honour to protect,
And I would never forget,
I blessed the devil when I lost track,
I sold my soul but stole it back,
I toast to you and make a pact,
My love will never lack,
You are way so much more,
Than I can ever thank you for,
My heart was once a sickened sore,
But you’re JUST the vaccine I needed to restore,
Yours is truly a glorious sight,
I’ll forever lust to hold you tight,
Darkness fades around your light,
My northern star burning bright,
I love to cuddle and touch your skin,
And feel your calming warmth within,
My defences are wearing thin,
With your love new growth begins,
I’m far from afraid to open up to you,
Every word I speak is true,
When I feel weak your strength pulls me through,
There’s nothing I can’t do,
You mend my mangled remains,
You slowly soothe the pain,
You decrease and relieve disdain,
And open my eyes to the sane…
Exit Scenario
“Putting too much into an obsession isn’t healthy, so many have said and before getting to know you – I have never realized that I would so much. I think the trouble was that I was too much of a dreamer – an air-head, and never really grounded much to the earth that I was always getting lost in my emotion. I was far too much for any one person to handle, too intense for others around me for them to feel comfortable a
round me. I was far too serious than what I suppose others wanted of me; regarding what it was they were capable of tolerating of me. And there was never any true way of being able to tell me. Who can ever handle hearing that about themselves? And when they put their entire selves into what they do – ‘hopelessly devotedly’, ‘deliriously infatuatedly’. I might have gotten too lost all too often that I guess it’s why some of them freaked out. It might’ve been the whole of the reason they were how they were to me. No one was ever really ready to be around me – and I wasn’t too capable of being told why. That I was just too intense. And I guess I understand it now, I can most definitely see it. I would’ve taken it far too much to heart, personally, and it was probably because of that mindset I can now see I was stuck in. They say; if you don’t stand for something – you will fall for anything. That could’ve been the other more stand-out reason, a more likely scenario as to why I fell hard and fast between ‘Obsessions’. Active, expressively active and unhealthy in the mind. No one knew any better way of explaining it to me – hell, they might not have even seen it for what it was – just that.
And I never got it before – never saw it myself until I met my Wild Warrior Wonder Woman, My Diamond, Cheytavici. I’ve begun to see things in another light, and understand them better upon seeing them at another perspective. I am awake, I realize what It was now that I couldn’t see before. And I feel I have grown so much in such a little time – with the help of Cheytavici of course – I most certainly couldn’t have come this far without her assistance, her guidance, love and support. I am grateful to her and solemnly swear to take all the time it takes helping her through whatever she might have trouble with. I owe her that – and I feel better about being of the same mind to – of course help her in the ways she’s done for me – I’m aware after all – can see the bigger picture from afar and know just how to help her. I’ll help her just as she does for me and be as real and equal in the giving off all the love and support I can return to her. And of course, with a healthy amount of space for room for her to move between us. I’m learning – slowly but surely and learning to maintain a good amount of control of my emotions and a steadier, rational mind. Running away with my imagination less and less and being there in the moment, paying full attention to the best of my ability of being alert, keeping a level head and reducing the amount of ‘spacing’ I do.” – Moushaireguis.
Enter Scenario
“I’m finally comin’ out! Wahoo – gonna get me some sugar from this sweet lil honey I met online on a chat site on the computer while in the joint. Even had conjugal visits – on account of my good behaviour and showing I’m really willing to start a fresh new life. I’ve sent her mail with letters I’d handwritten, dirty raunchy limericks thrown in as well – you know, to really heat her up and get her ready and wanting for my release. I can’t resist, I love seeing that creamy skin turn pink. Gonna have me a lil honey! Wooh! Yeah! I wrote this for you baby!” – Idkod.
Naughty Things
You make me want to do,
Naughty things to you,
Show me little clues,
O’ how I love to amuse,
My balls are blue,
And you’re my due,
Yeah you make me want to do,
Naughty things to you,
I need you all too close to me,
Need to feel just what you’ve got,
I have to have you close to me,
Yeah you get me burning hot!
Well I’ve really gotta do,
Some naughty things to you,
Cause I’ve been caged in like a zoo,
And I want to show you something new,
You won’t want to throw this askew,
Cause I’ll give you more than you’ve pursued,
Yeah I so badly want to do,
Naughty things to you,
I have to pull you close to me,
Hope you’ve shut and locked the door,
I’ve got something I want you to see,
You may crave it more,
Exit Scenario
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Oh yeah hot-stuff, and it’s all yours”
“Ha-ha – oh my God! You’ve got to read it to me – oh and do it in that sexy voice – you know that drives me crazy!”
“You mean (drops tone) this voice bebeh?”
“Yes! HA! Oh my God yes, go on read it!”
“Awww you know I couldn’t without crackin’ it bub,”
“No, c’mon, please – and do the actions, do the poses – act it out!”
“Okay, okay – all right I’ll do it,”
(I opened out the paper with it’s rough scrawling and read it aloud in my sexiest, lowest Barry White Voice, and I did the most erotic arousing grimaces I could make as I read her the limerick)
“Hoh! You horn-dog! Come give me some – you naughty, naughty thing you!”
“WOOF!”
Enter Scenario
“Kissing can be everything to a woman – well, maybe not everything, but it helps to soothe the mood. Soft, slow, passionate – gentle, that is how I like to warm them up, get ’em moist. And I really, really like doing it all over their body, especially, and particularly, downstairs. Down on that soft, tender, sweet, second-set-of-lips. Fuck I love pussy. I crave it, love kissing and smooching, licking and tonguing it. I’d jump at any chance I’m offered – well, no – yes, I would. Doesn’t matter what they look like, you can always throw the covers over or switch off the lights. I don’t mean to sound too cruel in saying, but the chunkier, or not-so-pretty or, unfortunate – rather, all of them need a measure of loving. Put it this way – if you were starving, and you had to eat the most off-putting food you had to survive- you’d do it, probably with closed eyes and an image in your mind of something better, but if you absolutely had to, you would. I have a high sex-drive and occasionally a whopper of an appetite, like – I could have something in a moment, then be chasing more or something else following not too far behind next. But pussy – I snatch the snatch in an instant, I’d take it without hesitation – so long as it is healthy…clean…” – Cheitavichi.
Peach Leech
Fuck I love it when you touch me,
I’m ticklish so I squirm,
I want to crawl inside your peach,
As if I were a little worm,
I want to latch onto your box,
And suck it like a leech,
I want to show you all I’ve learnt,
That school could never teach,
I love your taste and often crave more,
Talk dirty to me baby – I am your dirty whore,
And fuck me hard right now I implore,
Can’t say it felt this good before,
Oh how I shudder with anticipation,
My sweet obsession with utter fixation,
My will is broken at your temptation,
You’re the sole focus of my concentration,
Fuck I love it when you touch me,
I’m so ticklish that I squirm,
I just want to crawl inside your peach,
As if I were a little worm,
I want to latch on to your box,
And suck it like a leech,
I want to show you all I’ve learnt,
That school could never teach.
Exit Scenario
“I fuckin’ love pussy so much that I would eat it through to the bone or fucking drown trying. I love the feel, the taste, shape, colour, and the moaning – or screaming, and the shudder of the woman as I push her ever closer to the edge, to orgasm. I love that they need it as bad as us men, and I love getting them there, getting them off. I’m addicted I might as well say. One could say it’s almost God-like to be indiscriminate – and god knows we’re all hoping to get to heaven, some nirvana, but
what better way than through love? Of course, I’m talking about a whole entirely different kind of love, maybe lust, but love is indiscriminate – sometimes lust is too. I suppose we’ve just got to occasionally contain the urge whenever appropriate. Wait for an appropriate time and place – person, and it has to be consensual. Fuck, if you’re that good, you’ll have consent every time, and some say that if you want it bad enough you’ll at least try, and try anything, everything. I say never give up the pursuit ’til you are satisfied, but you have to know when to take ‘NO’ for an answer and accept it at times – but move on. Just don’t shit where you sleep. Don’t ruin something good if you’ve got something good going. Work at it if you have to. But I know I have an appetite to sate so I’m going back out there. I’m going to go leech some peach.” – Cheitavichi.