Sashas Seduction
Sasha sat in her corner ignoring the world as she did every Saturday night.
She brooded and sobbed trying to cry away all of her fears.
Every time she did she hoped that when she would wake things would be different.
But they never were. She still felt lost. She still felt in pieces. Something
Missing?
Lost?
She smiled, She laughed, she laughed, she talked like any "normal" girl.
A facade to hide her increasing fear.
So vulnerable. So alone? but she wasn't alone, she was surrounded by friends?
But something was in the way. Something retched at her heart
One Saturday something went PING in Sasha. A wave of insanity? graces her mind.
She stands up and goes outside the night sky as black as her thoughts.
Her feet seem to walk in an intended direction yet her mind is unaware of her destination.
As she continues new images pass her eyes shadowed by the moons graceful light.
"Such a beautiful scene" she whispers, scenes so dull yet alive with the beating of her heart.
How could such things exist in the dark of the night yet not in the clarity of day?
Could it be the absence of fear, the uncertainty of the hidden objects lurking.
Her heart was racing, eyes alive with such beauty.
She should be shaking with fear and the decending cold but all she could think was...
"How can the world so dark and hurtful seem so peaceful and free in the thretening gloom?"
She finds herself walking down a broken path
On each side lay concrete slabs adorned with writing, hard to read in such light.
She walks pasty many worn and lonely.
Her fear increasing but a sense of ecstacy accompanied it.
Her pace slowed.
She saw a figure knelt down aside a huge and glorious statue.
An angel with moss in all the right places adding more dimention to this art.
She walks up to the figure.
As she was only meters away from him he turns his eyes colliding with hers.
As they did emotions tumble into her like multiple avalanches.
Could this be the reason for her fear?
Or the reason for there end?
She felt herself moving slolwly towards him unable to stop.
As she did he rose smoothly and strangly seductively.
She stopped.
He advanced, his moves sending shivers through her entire being.
What could this be?
Who could HE be?
A hand rose.
MY hand rose!
Slowly coming up to his cheek.
Caressing him lightly.
His face was cold under my touch.
But sensational.
Sharply he grabbed her and fear briefly bit her body.
He pulled her into him. His eyes met hers once again.
It was a haunting gaze. One she had felt before.
His eyes were laced with fear and graced with a lining or tears.
Sad, yet beautiful.
Come to think of it that was the perfect way to describe him.
His skin was snowy porcelain.
The complexion of an angel with the gaze of something lost.
His soul felt heavy.
Like something evil just praying to be pure and loved.
A burdened soul with skin sensually cold.
A tension was held between us. Unbearable yet unbreakable.
His touch was one she never wanted to leave she thought as he ran his hand down her side
Sweetly
How could this be?
It was like all her dreams had snowballed into one creating this image of perfection.
He leaned in breathing softly on her ear then whispered "Do you want me?"
Her breath caught in her throat. her heart seemed to stop as it passed through her lips.
"Yes"
That's all it took. Her sight went black.
Colors of neon streaming in and out of her vision.
A pulse? a stream? A flow of pleasure was injected in her veins.
Her hand blindly ventured his body in rapture.
She felt her head roll back. Pain located in her neck.
His grip slowly releasing.
Hot liquid stil exiting as he applied pressure, closing the wound.
Her vision was still blurred as she felt his lips softly peck her cheek sling down to her neck.
Sweetly gracing her collarbone.
Her blood pressure was ring and falling simultainiously.
So many thoughts were pervading her mind.
Too many for her liking.
She shut them out wanting only to feel. Only to fell his touch.
Her sight almost full back, she was relieved to see his face.
So perfect.
Instinctivly she kissed him passionatly. Her conscience leaving.
Blood now ice
She brooded and sobbed trying to cry away all of her fears.
Every time she did she hoped that when she would wake things would be different.
But they never were. She still felt lost. She still felt in pieces. Something
Missing?
Lost?
She smiled, She laughed, she laughed, she talked like any "normal" girl.
A facade to hide her increasing fear.
So vulnerable. So alone? but she wasn't alone, she was surrounded by friends?
But something was in the way. Something retched at her heart
One Saturday something went PING in Sasha. A wave of insanity? graces her mind.
She stands up and goes outside the night sky as black as her thoughts.
Her feet seem to walk in an intended direction yet her mind is unaware of her destination.
As she continues new images pass her eyes shadowed by the moons graceful light.
"Such a beautiful scene" she whispers, scenes so dull yet alive with the beating of her heart.
How could such things exist in the dark of the night yet not in the clarity of day?
Could it be the absence of fear, the uncertainty of the hidden objects lurking.
Her heart was racing, eyes alive with such beauty.
She should be shaking with fear and the decending cold but all she could think was...
"How can the world so dark and hurtful seem so peaceful and free in the thretening gloom?"
She finds herself walking down a broken path
On each side lay concrete slabs adorned with writing, hard to read in such light.
She walks pasty many worn and lonely.
Her fear increasing but a sense of ecstacy accompanied it.
Her pace slowed.
She saw a figure knelt down aside a huge and glorious statue.
An angel with moss in all the right places adding more dimention to this art.
She walks up to the figure.
As she was only meters away from him he turns his eyes colliding with hers.
As they did emotions tumble into her like multiple avalanches.
Could this be the reason for her fear?
Or the reason for there end?
She felt herself moving slolwly towards him unable to stop.
As she did he rose smoothly and strangly seductively.
She stopped.
He advanced, his moves sending shivers through her entire being.
What could this be?
Who could HE be?
A hand rose.
MY hand rose!
Slowly coming up to his cheek.
Caressing him lightly.
His face was cold under my touch.
But sensational.
Sharply he grabbed her and fear briefly bit her body.
He pulled her into him. His eyes met hers once again.
It was a haunting gaze. One she had felt before.
His eyes were laced with fear and graced with a lining or tears.
Sad, yet beautiful.
Come to think of it that was the perfect way to describe him.
His skin was snowy porcelain.
The complexion of an angel with the gaze of something lost.
His soul felt heavy.
Like something evil just praying to be pure and loved.
A burdened soul with skin sensually cold.
A tension was held between us. Unbearable yet unbreakable.
His touch was one she never wanted to leave she thought as he ran his hand down her side
Sweetly
How could this be?
It was like all her dreams had snowballed into one creating this image of perfection.
He leaned in breathing softly on her ear then whispered "Do you want me?"
Her breath caught in her throat. her heart seemed to stop as it passed through her lips.
"Yes"
That's all it took. Her sight went black.
Colors of neon streaming in and out of her vision.
A pulse? a stream? A flow of pleasure was injected in her veins.
Her hand blindly ventured his body in rapture.
She felt her head roll back. Pain located in her neck.
His grip slowly releasing.
Hot liquid stil exiting as he applied pressure, closing the wound.
Her vision was still blurred as she felt his lips softly peck her cheek sling down to her neck.
Sweetly gracing her collarbone.
Her blood pressure was ring and falling simultainiously.
So many thoughts were pervading her mind.
Too many for her liking.
She shut them out wanting only to feel. Only to fell his touch.
Her sight almost full back, she was relieved to see his face.
So perfect.
Instinctivly she kissed him passionatly. Her conscience leaving.
Blood now ice