ask_misstree u24 so how's life? 031119 ... misstree ack! oh no! shove it under the rug, who put this here! *scurries about, looking for a piece of furniture to set in front of the blathe* dangit. i was so proud that no one had asked me anything. ah, well. life is glorious, life is dancing languidly, enough to keep my eyes glittering. life has its growling little beasties but they mostly skitter off the path when i come by. life is dropping presents on my doorstep. life is showing me snapshots of the vacation that i'm on. life is even better for the liquicat currently camped on my lap, but that's okay, someday he will be food. life is entertaining and easy enough. yep. 031119 ... Riding the Little Loss Will you dance with me tonight? 031120 ... Anguished Riding Hood In the pastures of thought, the stratospheres of delight that govern my insistent dilemmas? Where angels weep in fields of death, till transcending space and time I am consuming all around me, gorging on these stars - so spurious in their deceitful glimmerings... Offer yourself to the bayonets of their cleaving words but retain the power of the encrypted smile.... 031120 ... misstree i will dance with you any time you can find my grin amongst the shadows, and i will dance for you any time you cannot. follow the faintest sound of silvery bells and you will find me. scent the air with scarlet and i will come. 031120 ... Little Lost Riding Hood I scent the air with scarlet pouring from my wounds, crawling like a forgotten epitaph to the edge of the earth. Hearing your lustrous bells so enchanting in their furtiveness... Lead me to your clearing and show me that which cannot be shown, despise me till you tear at my flesh like a hungry, salacious beast, show me your anger so I can run like startled gazelle...chase me until my feet cry blood, so I can shelter in the comfort of your arm, the warmth of your breath.. Desire me but do not delude me, o sweet misfortune, take my hand... 031120 ... misstree ah, darling, so quickly you have found my achilles tendon; i cannot harm a daughter--they are too revered, too wild, for me to properly corner. but as a game... yes, i will show you, you will feel the startled fear of the Other as i rear up to strike... you will feel fangs rend flesh offered as tribue and then taken as toll... you will feel life and death in the rot of my breath, the fire in my fingers... you will cry out as you fall... and when illusion has played through, i will lick your wounds with tender reverence and in whispers teach you the birthright of the maenids... and we will drink so deep as we dance... 031120 ... Little Lost Riding Hood I will suckle from the breast of a passing bird, malevolant and shattered as it drags me to its iniquitous nest. Your clawing shards of glass thus disguised as hands shall rake me back, saving me from darker skies and empty eyes. I may cry out as I fall, but I will bite my lips in anticipation, and offer you the liquid that sustains my being. Proffer this beautiful bittersweet, crimson elixir - offer in goblets of fire. My twisted universe beckons you my dear, come feast on my delectable body, I am so young and tender that your fangs will slide like hot knifes straight through me. I am quivering in my voracious attempts to digress - yet enjoying every nefarious second... 031120 ... Death of a Rose another playmate. i'll just watch the hunt. 031120 ... oldephebe thas some mighty fine writing ladies yep 031120 ... misstree shards of glass and hands, which is the illusion? such tender strokes cannot come from brittle breaks, but nor can finger's manipulations score so deep with a single pass. i will draw you to me in guarded darkness, show you the night in places where stars do not glitter. it is bliss turned upon itself, this invitation to drink and rend; it is against me to defile in broad strokes such a dancer, but to be beckoned; how could i not come? for you there is not fondness but flame; for you, desire and destruction sit tense and still until you rip them from me, until i am maddened by scarlet scents turned crimson in illumination. i brace myself against my twitches because i lose myself in either direction... to turn away would be unthinkable; to lunge and chase and capture and rend... ah, but how can i not... but how can i when my breath catches at the thought? to devour without diminishing... we would both become more... but i can not... i must not... the hearts of daughters will forever be my downfall... but that is perhaps circuit's completion... such simple sacrifice... 031120 ... xdeath their razor sharp tongues invite you to relax as they slit the skin on your eyelids 031120 ... oldephebe clasps hand to chest.. yeah what i said before..that was..so lovely..the quixotic erotic imagination..a dervish..who stops as quickly as she has begun..and then again pirroeting on the dge of a precipice..each inflamed palpitation sending her closer and closer to...an unfathomed ecstacy..to become inextricably intertwined with your hearts ideal..lay me down upon the burning alter and bring to me my equisite desolation..well gotta a little carried away but who couldn't after reading what you guys wrote? amazing.. 031120 ... misstree i am slave to tongue's trailings; relax i will not, but comply... well, what choice has the captured? it is in the pauses that the dance becomes vital, the breath between beats that churning gathers for the next thrust. i am but a (notso)humble guide... it is your own altar which will taste rebirth's blood... 031120 ... oldephebe misstree - you're good..really good peace my friend 031120 ... misstree *lick!* *wink* *grin* 031120 ... Doar i would, butt fuckin, i'm lazy 031120 ... Little Lost Riding Hood Which is the illusion my illustrious playmate? Surely the sleight of hand - be it glass or flesh and bone - that skims so effortlessly across my brow? Reaching down to caress my pale face - moonlight casting silver shadows that cascade into your darkness like incandescent armies. I feel the quivering thighs that wrap around me, suffocating me in agonizing, delightful contractions. Smooth skin that terrifies me as it envelopes me... Are these my wanton fantasies, fabricated flutters of imperceptible breaths? Are these the illusions, my revered adversary? Show me your fire and I will gladly burn at your stake, shaking with the anticipation of your wrath - I will dance in this flagrant utopia with arrows flying from my heart. I will be your twisted Chimera and I beg you whet my appetite, come to my precipice and yield to my jutting peaks. Expose the soft flesh beneath your unyielding shell. Let me feast before we are disturbed - we will exhalt in our open bodies before we languish in sweet ecstacy. Now the dance has begun i invite you to court me, my empress, in this valley of disdain..... 031121 ... . . 031121 ... x a corset paired with overalls. fashion faux pas? 031121 ... Doar can we bottle up 'x' and sell her scent on the open market? 031121 ... oldephebe LLRH - O..my..f*****g god!!! yeah now i feel totally justified in using the word incapacititing. O rapture O ratpture! they come softly these fire swollen tendrills of erotic, damn i got it! O God the sphere of my freedom grows ever tighter around me! these emissaries flung from your depths maketh my mind a house of unutterable profanation!! Is this what you wished to practice upon me? I cannot take one word more..not One..more and i will be mumbling mayhem..blind prophet of prodigality!..that is what i'll be. here are my captive bonds..speak it backwards and tear this torment out of me..silence..say some incantation..entreat the frost to come out of its season to lay upon this pyre..stop its march upon my eternal soul..repatriate me back to where it was safe and staid and so unstirred..your words, your passion..it is too much..a flame meandering down the plain..please..do NOT consign me to this withering indentureship..endlessly burning pyre..with no canvas to release my burgeoning erotic ambition..erotic imagination.. 031121 ... misstree fabled figure, first you must wait. x, a corset and overalls can be either a hopelessly corny combination or a stunning statement... there's a juxtaposition possible that would need to be combined with a dash of elegance and a dash of irreverence and two spoonfuls of not giving a fuck, with a side of style. doar, no, it would have to be the black market dear, this isn't some chanel no. 5 we'd be peddling, this would be akin to the compound rendered from adrenal glands. 'phebe, watch the fire for your rhythyms, close your eyes and paint. there is someone you need to paint for. 031121 ... Death of a Rose well, my goddess of boobies, its getting cold outside and i haven't felt better in a very long decade. i have no questions for you, just some thanks, because of you and oE's compliments i've screwed up the ego to ask a certain young lady to attend with me a christmas party and she accepted (she also said she wouldn't tell her boyfriend about it), so i'm smiling and happy and feel like dancing, maybe i will. so, i humbly give my offerings of thanks to you misstree. 031122 ... Little Lost Riding Hood Wait I will, in my chamber of fantasy, carried by your whispers to untouchable heights...wild imaginings that send my body writhing into contortions of ectasy. I feel your breath on my back, travelling like a fountain of fire to my inner core, so you enter me with your words and I gasp in delight, a hummingbird to your cage. Can you feel me as I probe and delve? Insistent and yet indifferent, longing for respite from these chasms of enchantment. Like a burning phoenix I am gaining power, pent up aggresiveness that I want to share and drink and love... My tears like angels breath that caress you to sleep, drowning you in a dream of desultory eternities... I await you in my garden of Eden, fresh and dripping from mornings' dew, my petals round and full, and thirsty for your power. I will drink long and hard of you, sustain myself on your thoughts, enter you like a torchered princess would castle. Bated breath and soft resolve, I drape myslef on velvet floors, open to your next advances... 031123 ... oldephebe Little Lost Riding Hood - Two words..incandescant immolation..you're amazing..That is all. 031123 ... Little Lost riding Hood If you judge me by your own standards I doff my cap in humliation. Look inside and see your beauty. It is there - if even you cannot see so. Man - you rock too! 031124 ... misstree you gather power... indeed, little sweetmeat, i can hear hunger begin to turn in you... 'tis a blessing, for you are useless to me without it... i do not crave your feathery caresses, unless i can taste the restraint you bestow them with. i do not crave your lips unless they are maddened for more. when proper time has turned, once thoughts have conspired against you to batter yourself against rocky shore, i will come to you, and not before. once you strain closer to hear hollow whispers, i will tell you secrets enough to make blood burn. your vessel must be full with the most potent brew before you will be brought inside. but once inside, what wonders await?... 031124 ... Little Lost Riding Hood You can remove my glacial cloak of dark secrets, scatter my icicles of fear. Brush aside my tangled locks of hair, the crying love songs weaved through my broken fingers. Expose me to your elements - burn me with your tongue ablaze, catch the butterflies soaring from my stomach as nervously I laugh - rolling the fear around my mouth - savouring your supremecy.... Stick your thorns into my skin and watch me bleed, display my wounds with grandiloquence - exchange tourniquet for tongue as I submit to your barborous touch, but you still deny me? A sultry vixen I can be, wily and artful. Hungering for your blood I will chase you back through darkest hours, attack you in the kingdom of words that draws my fate, till recoiling you relent to my acrimony. Prey turned apon predator - my mouth is aching for your sweet skin, salivating wildly as I close in, dripping my way to your eyes, I have no sounds and vision leaves me alone and blind. I am rampaging through this valley of sin, black and mystifying, and tasting your violent tears as I relish this cold chase. Wait I will, though now in stealth, I track your moves and hear your breath. Enticing you deeper my tantalising play-mate...what wonders indeed await? 031125 ... oldephebe mtree LLRH - Oh such a prurient prize of word and urge to merge into this expanding canvas.. when i read these gyrating verses i shirk off the dusk-light and gape in silent awe at this melange of verbal musk and heat and rush..the blood rushing through the thoroughfares of of swollen capillaries..to sit in anguish and want..who