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paix

trin

It's Coming, It's Coming....

Thursday, August 30th...

The Mediation: Initiation

Get it at Forbidden Publications and enjoy. The second book in the series will be available soon!

paix

trin

Pleasure

Pleasures of the flesh...

Once and always denounced by those who believe in a god who would punish and repudiate those who partake of it.

We are driven by pleasure; it's in our biology. Why would it be there if we were not meant to enjoy, explore, bathe in it like an exquisite elixir? I remember a painful lesson as a child--as we all probably did--involving a rubber band and my big brother. If you stretch it and fight over it, he will let go; you will get stung.

SNAP!

The same lesson goes for pleasure. For all of the brakes that society and religion places on it, it has snapped backwards, stinging our psyches with unconscious shame, warping our ability to truly enjoy and immerse ourselves in what comes naturally. The dissonance that occurs because of the conflict of biology and pseudo-morality causes disenfranchisement; human beings who seek pleasure but feel shame experience a backlash. This leads to excess. This leads to guilt, betrayal of self. Shame. Unhappiness.

There are too many who can only enjoy pleasure in the dark. Think of the term "Guilty Pleasures." That term shouldn't exist. Why should we feel guilt for something naturally embedded in our biology, our psyches? So if you do believe in god, why would this god create bodies filled with need, but create 'laws' that circumscribe them?

Is it to somehow propel us into the Super Ego? We don't need laws and commandments for that. Our society and culture already have in place that which creates the Higher Self. Since when did denial of pleasure become sacrosanct?

Self-pleasure.

We have a need and our bodies call to us. Sliding our hands down our torso and cupping what is there, yearning to be touched. Moisture, engorged, quivering...breathing faster, pressure accumulating in complete abandon, merging with All and nothing and if there is a god or gods, you join them in heaven for

just

one

moment.

Tell me.

Tell me that's wrong. And I'll tell you that god and I...we disagree.

paix

It Is Here!!

The book cover. Not as hot as the story, though. I promise you that.

paix,

trin

Some Body Like You

Some Body Like You

You are warm flesh hot-slick with my sweat;
you are a dancer
with razor-sharp steps--
they slice into me,
every vein I possess
bleeding me dry till there is nothing left.
I gush helplessly
pale as the moon
no staunch to the flow
I’ll be gone by noon.

You are your mouth--it is all that I ride
a deluge of acuity from your tongue
I abide
it touches on me, on one tiny part...
the sensation engulfs me fully
save my heart.

You are the faceless one I see--but don’t;
You are the warmth I should seek--but won’t
your warmth is like his
your breath is like his
your body like his
So much alike
as to fool me to fantasy and a bare-lucid night;
with ordinary bliss
I take you to bed,
With ordinary breath
I keep your ears fed.

But you are not him, you’ll never be
He is not you and you’ll never see
that it’s his hand that strokes me inside and out
it’s his face
that burns my lids as I writhe and I shout
it’s his name that silently escapes
from my lips
it’s his finger marks I want
concaved on my hips;

grief slides across my temples
I feel the cold tears
they slip unnoticed,
back toward my ears...
but it’s his thrust that brings me over the edge
and it’s his shove that’s pushed me over this ledge;

He is not you
you don’t know me like him--
you don’t know what’s broken me
bled me within
it’s wrapped all around me
the suffering part
I’m a poet’s muse
With an abandoned heart
I am someone to touch, just a body to you,
and to me
well, you’re just some body, too.

© Trinity Wolf