Whispers on the Wind

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-11-2013, 02:14 PM

" orð "

spoken
in silence
echoing in my heart
like distant thunder

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-11-2013, 02:17 PM

"æmtig"

filling
my void

one
digit
at a time

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-11-2013, 02:19 PM

As the steam and heat of the night’s passions fade on the cool morning air
And the morning calls an end to the darkness of want,
of need,
of desire
I jump at the chance to touch you,
caress you,
feel you
As you lie static, and wrapped in the safe, comforting embrace of slumber

Gently I search for any sign of your fall from heaven
A divine illuminance radiating from your angelic face,
Anything that would release the mystery behind that dangerous glint in your eyes.

My hands traverse up your back,
sliding over the ink markings on your skin,
the various branding marks,
and the places left tender from all those who have hurt you before.
Each one of these a testament of the pain life has forced you to endure.
I see now, that here lies the proof of your astral birth, my fallen angel..
A feather,
inked flat
against the canvas of your skin

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-11-2013, 02:21 PM

A mirrored reflection in your eyes
Wanting
To touch the core of you

And all the answers hidden there,
Woven into a tangled mess of emotion

I am the key to the puzzle
The answer to the riddle

Let me reach fully into your soul
And take what is mine:
Your heart

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-11-2013, 02:22 PM

Hungry for your words upon my skin.
I long to swallow your solliloquies,
And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy.

My soul sleeps.
Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper.
The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance.

Each word, a seperate caress.
Heightening my desires.
Making me crave more.
Give to me the gift of your epic.

And as you wink at me,
An unspoken promise upon your lips.
I offer you the mystery that is me.
Begging.
Longing.
Craving.
Nothing more than your words.

Syllables of strikingly vivid hues,
Painted upon the canvas of my desires.
And through the gates of erotic prose,
Give to me not only the world,
But the universe whole.

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:20 AM

Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment
Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page
This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:23 AM

I lust for passion
sweet upon my tongue.

I ache to worship your luscious places.

I want my fingers to frantically swim
beneath your wet sea.

I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire
whispered in my heart.

10-11-2013, 02:14 PM	#1
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	09/30/2005 " orð " spoken in silence echoing in my heart like distant thunder __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-11-2013, 02:17 PM	#2
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	10/05/2005 "æmtig" filling my void one digit at a time __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-11-2013, 02:19 PM	#3
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	11/03/2005 As the steam and heat of the night’s passions fade on the cool morning air And the morning calls an end to the darkness of want, of need, of desire I jump at the chance to touch you, caress you, feel you As you lie static, and wrapped in the safe, comforting embrace of slumber Gently I search for any sign of your fall from heaven A divine illuminance radiating from your angelic face, Anything that would release the mystery behind that dangerous glint in your eyes. My hands traverse up your back, sliding over the ink markings on your skin, the various branding marks, and the places left tender from all those who have hurt you before. Each one of these a testament of the pain life has forced you to endure. I see now, that here lies the proof of your astral birth, my fallen angel.. A feather, inked flat against the canvas of your skin __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-11-2013, 02:21 PM	#4
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	12/06/2005 A mirrored reflection in your eyes Wanting To touch the core of you And all the answers hidden there, Woven into a tangled mess of emotion I am the key to the puzzle The answer to the riddle Let me reach fully into your soul And take what is mine: Your heart __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-11-2013, 02:22 PM	#5
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	02/23/2006 Hungry for your words upon my skin. I long to swallow your solliloquies, And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy. My soul sleeps. Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper. The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance. Each word, a seperate caress. Heightening my desires. Making me crave more. Give to me the gift of your epic. And as you wink at me, An unspoken promise upon your lips. I offer you the mystery that is me. Begging. Longing. Craving. Nothing more than your words. Syllables of strikingly vivid hues, Painted upon the canvas of my desires. And through the gates of erotic prose, Give to me not only the world, But the universe whole. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:20 AM	#6
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	03/29/2005 Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

10-12-2013, 06:23 AM	#7
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	06/06/2005 I lust for passion sweet upon my tongue. I ache to worship your luscious places. I want my fingers to frantically swim beneath your wet sea. I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire whispered in my heart. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel