Naughty Narcoleptic Nymph

Grand displeasure tugs at my apron string... "Tonight, now? But I have so much to do." He stands there before me, almost 6 feet tall... His ghostly image lined within a Yellow Taped frame. Holding the shards of me together... My breathing turns heavy and I'm down on the floor... Alone in blissful agony, even... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nymph-Noel

Poinsettia Narcoleptic Nymph-Noel With mistletoe on her lips, she leaned into her lover. He knew she was deadly love, wrapped in a bow. He returned her kiss and her hands grasped both arms. She loved his taste and wished it would stay forever. Instead she held his bottom lip pressed between her teeth… His holiday... Continue Reading →

Foolish

Foolish What a gluttonous savage I have been... Dreaming of love and what could have been... Fantasies and fairy-tales are bound in pages fit for bookshelves... Buried in hallow graves that they dig for themselves... Thy words served cold with a shot of pain... Warth down the throat, with the wooden hint of disdain... My... Continue Reading →

Sticky Situation

Photo By: Paul Brouillette What a sticky situation we are in... You're not even my friend... A thought... A tingle... You're not even single... You are a glimpse... A minx... You bit off my cuff links... What a situation we have created... The adhesion gets better with each moment of lacking sophistication... The sweetness is... Continue Reading →

Imagery

I just want to enlighten you in ways, in which you would like... But those things are, apologetically, forbidden. I like to imagine that your smell is like leather, cleaned and raw. Do you keep your domain dimmed to a calm perfection? Awkward silences could be quite alluring if you are present. Your confidence makes... Continue Reading →

Demon Cake

Photo By: MadamChryzl Demon Cake In a ravenous lust I search my nightmares for you... Beholden a tempestuous yet silent smile I yank you through... Disoriented and furious are all my comrades and inmates... I do not rebuke their opposition... I negate their fate... For I fix and admire their position... Some hang there... And... Continue Reading →

Possession

"She floated straightish..." Photo By: MadamChryzl Possession What a powerful hand you possess... Such an attribute, I'll confess... You took me into your hands... And performed magic over my lands... You're a magician; no, a warlock... You possess more strength than time left on your clock... Over power Me.... I am a Banshee... I am... Continue Reading →

STAR LIE TUH…

STAR LIE TUH... OIL Art By: MadamChryzl... (Knife along the stars) My Star My Lie tight... My Lie I tell tonight... Bring me a delightful freight... Bring me a taste that I desire upon sight... You are wrong and I am right... And you deplete me of all of my might... Color me blue... Please,... Continue Reading →

Speculation

Speculate Your Own Hate Speculation is just as dangerous as infatuation... One can assume... But it is their own mind that they consume... You can only know, if you inquire... Anything else, set it to fire... Let ashes blow away, let the burned remains bring in something new... The only thing you are ever truly... Continue Reading →

McFearfullness Your ability to hurt me has been rather uncivilized... Leather and chains I would have panegyrized. Perhaps one can not be fearless, in all that they do... If history has taught me anything, Love is nothing but a coup... Love is a snare... Who should ever dare... I am unable to compare... Love is... Continue Reading →

Grievous Photo By: MadamChryzl "Vermillionville" Grievous people do even more grievous things... In the world with ebony skies the raven sings... "O Hark, light escapes and the darkness trails my wings." Desperate people do desperate things... There is no measure for sorrow or of how a scorned thorn stings... Silence can sing... Defense is King...... Continue Reading →

My Favorite Chair Photo By: MadamChryzl (Custom Tattoos by Andy-Hill Country Texas) This is my favorite chair... I love it so much I can feel my endorphins flare... I am welcomed to sit or lay... But I choose to fly... I gaze upon and sigh... It's intentions are written in ink, on my skin... The... Continue Reading →

My Mawmaw... (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say: "Baby girl, fix ya problems... Ain't NO ONE else gunna do it forya.  Life is hard and it won't get any easier... So get use to it, sha." Miss you Mawmaw... I miss you lots... MadamChryzl-

Morticia and Gomez My Love, You ropes and chains are a bit tight. Thank you dearly, the pain is just right. You smile lovely, with your tender lips. Less tender are your whips. I am your slave. Never will I behave. My mischief will drive you red. Loving every bit of the torture that I... Continue Reading →

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