Erotic Fiction**This is not an erotic story or poem. Which may disappoint some people, lol. Who have already stopped reading. Hehe.Erotic Fiction by dragon-fly-to-me
I have been holding back posting a journal or standard deviation rant about this topic for a while, but I feel like now is as good a time as any. Life is short you know, and I'm all rejuvinatey from vacation.
Erotic fiction. What positives can we say about it that won't make us seem like total perverts? Umm...sex is in the Bible!! And the Bible is a book!! There is an entire "book" about it in there. Check it out for yourself if you don't believe me.
deviantArt is purported to be a website where artists can develop their craft, receive critical feedback, get more exposure, ahem, for their art, make connections for marketing, sales and perhaps future publishing. But there is a sad, odd censorship happening here that is completely outside of what is happening in the mainstream fiction world. All I need to say is 50 Shades of Grey^, which dear reader, be
|Finding missing pieces to ones soul is always a good thing...|
To be humble, to be kind.
It is the giving of the peace in your mind.
To a stranger, To a friend
To give in such a way that has no end.
To be bold, to be brave.
It is the thinking that the heart can still be saved
And the darkness can come quick
The Dangers in the Anger and the hanging on to it.
We are Love
We are One
We are how we treat each other when the day is done.
We are Peace
We are War
We are how we treat each other and Nothing More
Tell me what it is that you see
A world that's filled with endless possibilities?
Heroes don't look they used to, they look like you do.
the tease of Earl Greywhen leaves speak they rustle
but shan't talk of lost cattle
out of bags like cats lying
purring perhaps stirring
gainsaying the language
of pictures - much fewer
than one thousand words
whispered soft - softer
ours to read into
by catching a hint of
some spiciness brewed
a sugaring of love -
or upcoming danger
a giving or taking
from whom in this strange land
once was a stranger
by this chance assessed
through one's cup or glass
darkly lit yet it be
from wet leavings of tea
hopefully let it be
the sugaring of love -
llp - dA - jan2013
DD - feb1/2013
PerigeeWhen the mare went blind
my heart clouded like her eyes
she walked calm along her dark path
she learned step up, step down
I led her by the forelock
her trust like the moon between my hands
EverworldsAdrift amid the everworlds,
Themselves strung out like tethered pearls,
We are slowly, slowly sailing.
What's the point in suffering
When so many things conspire to wring
The fabric of our hearts?
This cool, compressed distress machine
Is always waiting to try to claim
Everything we are.
I'm glad to say it's failing.
I salute the ones who ride before,
And trail behind us forevermore.
Their meaning is not muffled
By a shuttered heart or dampened spark.
Our very beings burn
For all life's beautiful things,
Because we are meant to live then die,
Whether we are grounded
Or a thousand miles high,
And we don't have to be afraid,
Because it's THAT which makes us motivate
To act like fools in pain,
When in awhile we'd have been ok,
Having gotten through a couple of days
Of inner aggravation.
People seem want to MAKE us better,
And that's a somewhat mistaken misendeavour.
Just smile and nod your head,
Because it's mainly chemical.
And that's the part we're missing;
You only need to listen,
so I doand so I climb
like last month
again the sun climbs
lighting the horizon
I climb and climb
seeing farther today
never high enough
so again today
like the beginning
I will climb again
and the day after that
it is only the horizon
that blocks my view
and so I climb
believing in you
For JenWords are not important anymore.
Just the feather-like leaves falling in the background.
And the gentle snowflakes that rests in your auburn hair.
The fact that you are here with me
gives me all the strength I need to fly.
Yet, your love keeps me grounded.
Tethered our intertwined hearts
and smiles keep us in this moment.
Our bubble of perfection.
A living breathing piece of artwork
that I wish someone could hang in a museum
for all of time
So that others would know what true love looks like.
And that there are perfect moments,
AgainIce forms on the river
No longer a smooth flow
A frozen life
Nothing continues without you.
In my isolation
I am no stranger to uncertainty
No warmth can thaw this winter
Of unfulfilled desire
Thoughts of affection
Cannot replace need
Glass shard memories
I dare not plead
Even the smallest comfort:
Just one more moment
One more touch of your hand upon my cheek
LearningI want them to embrace me-
-Three thousand sixty seven shallow cuts
To bleed me dry,
To fade me into the gray wash
Of someone else's memory
I want them to end me-
-Thirteen deadly sins
To bring me to my knees
To become an apology
Of everything I have failed to be
I want them to find me-
-Two hundred six broken bones thrown
To roll me past who I have become
To understand the osteomantic future
Of a truth that is already known
**since dA took away my ability to tell you I am a "Wise Ass" I feel it is my duty to add it here. Just so we are all on the same page.**|
About myself...humm...what to say to make things seem interesting...humm...
1) I don't like journal taggy things. Please don't try, 'cause I'll just ignore it.
2) I'm honest as hell, that is one big thing.
3) I'm real. A flesh and blood thinking female.
So. If you are adverse to things like severe honesty from real people, I think you might want to just smile and wave. and then
I am 39 and don't really care who knows. For the most part, I like myself.
I love to learn new things and I'm teaching myself the piano and photography.
I answer to many different names: Jess, Jessie, Jessica, and Mom.
Current Residence: Michigan, USA
Favourite genre of music: All kinds, except rap
Personal Quote: regret isn't something you can outrun