Soft feathery kisses on the nape of my neck,

Across my collarbone,

The silky smooth skin of my shoulder.

Driving me slowly, deliciously, insane.

Hands wrapped in my hair,

Stroking my scalp, running your fingers through the length of my hair.

Kisses on my ear, soft hot breath stoking an already hot fire within

Wet tongue touches my ear lobe, teasing, tempting.

This slow foreplay dance making me squirm with pleasure and need.

I want you.

When Rabbit Howls by Truddi Chase is one of my favorite books to read and reread. I love reading about multiple personalities and mental disorders. I find it fascinating the ways the mind copes with emotional and/or physical trauma. Very heartbreaking, riveting and hard to put down book!

Inside my soul rages a battle

That never can be won or tamed

Black & White, Good & Evil

Never a grey middle ground

Which one is truly me?

When I have these dark thoughts,

I'm free yet wracked with guilt

For being that bad girl still.

But when I'm light and sunshiny,

I end up feeling fake and untrue

To my real self.

Whatever that is, whatever that means.

Who am I really under this facade?