The Valkyrie and The Legend III (Final Stand)

The Valkyrie and The Legend III (Final Stand)

The Valkyrie approached "The Black Tower" where The Beast of Legend resided. "The Black Tower" tall and solid. No weak spots, cracks or crevices for even the tiniest particle to penetrate. Yet the Valkyrie was drawn to the treasure locked inside. A treasure more precious than anything in existence. The fractured heart of The Legend.

The Valkyrie came unarmed and raw, to present her pure intentions. Her intentions of only to love The Legend, wholeheartedly and without prejudice. While most shyed away from his darkness, the Valkyrie reveled in the "Multifacet" of The Legend. Loving the exquisite jagged edges of him. She felt more connected to him than any predecessor. The Legend became her "Addiction" her "Bello". Still The Legend would not yield to the Valkyrie's unconditional love. Leaving her on the outside of "The Black Tower" wishing, praying there was "The Window" for her to catch a glimpse of the treasure within.

If only she could graze her fingertips along the cracks of The Legend's fractured heart. Let her love seep inside to assist in mending and healing his pain.

Taking as gentle steps as the Valkyrie could muster. Treading with the utmost respect for The Legend's state of being. Never with the intention of erasing the memory of his beloved, late queen. In fact desiring to join in rejoicing her memory. All the Valkyrie found was The Legend finding solace in his state of reclusion. Extremely reluctant to allow love to florish again.

Without warning, The Legend drew his mighty blade and plunged it straight into the heart of the Valkyrie. Her love went unrequited. A cold and swift strike, yet her death was anything but.

As The Legend withdrew his cold blade. The Valkyrie's warm blood sprayed upon his face. Her love, her soul hemorrhaging on barren ground. Still her heart continued to beat. She breathed through the pain, longing to hold on. Hold on to the belief in love. The Legend never looking back at the damage he'd done. His chin dripping with the Valkyrie's blood. Never hearing her final words she took with her last breath. "I love you, still"

Another grave to decorate The Legend's courtyard.


"The Black Tower" poem can be read on God-work-sleep.blogspot.com
All other poems can be found on lovescorner.blogspot.com  

Forever Stained

Forever Stained

Feeling like I'm falling, falling, falling in slow motion. Heavy and weightless all at the same time. My mind assaulted with joyful memories of us, far too painful to remember. Yet they play over & over in my mind like a song left to endlessly repeat itself. 

I took the risk to love you. Trusted you with the best part of me. Now I'm left falling from this cliff, with no parachute. Just a plain ole backpack. Falling and welcoming the impact of the ground crushing my body. It's nothing but an empty shell, now that he's destroyed my soul that dwelled within. Along with my faith in love and everything else. 

Don't shed a tear for me. The end will be a blissful release from this excruciating pain, attacking what's left of me. Feeling numb, yet my body aches. Eyes blurry and swelling shut from infinite tears failing at cleansing the stain he left. 

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Feeling like a foreigner in my hometown. Speaking the same language, but not understood. Am I where I belong? Perhaps my soul was reincarnated in the wrong time. Until it's time to move on, I dig deep to find the strength to keep going. 

I find keeping myself guarded, increasing with each rising of the sun. The world's coldness, motivates me to keep my blade sharp. No rest for the righteous, for absolute evil never sleeps. 

Far From Over

Far From Over 

Even the strongest warrior, has a weakness that plagues his soul. Allow me in to view your deepest, darkest scar. I'll grant you a gander at mine. I would gladly lend you my strength, to help you solider on. As individuals we are great, but as legion we can be invincible. 

My brother, don't feel discouraged and defeated. You possess a strength, long forgotten. Battles have been lost, but the war is far from over. 

Liar

Liar 

The lies flowing from your lips like scalding lava. Burning my skin and leaving scars, as you placed years of false kisses upon me. Hope fleeting and never to return as the castle of sand you built, crumbles from the waves of reality crashing down. 

The love I carried for you, turning into disdain of your wretched soul. A taste for your untruths, I refuse to acquire. 

Did you ever love me? Or did I simply lose a game I had no knowledge or desire of playing? You win! Game, set, match. Another heart jaded, by your hand. 

Disrobed and Raw

Disrobed and Raw

As I cross the threshold of my sanctuary. I close my door to shut out the craziness, moving about outside. The natives swirling around. Aimlessly and without care of the consequences in their mindless actions. 

My mind pulled and stretched like taffy, sans the sweetness. The walls of my mind, cracking from the strain of containing the ever growing darkness within. My weapon craving the warmth of blood.

The battle never ends. The tone of my flesh, loved by some yet feared by the majority. All choose to only see the strength of my amour and the wielding of my sword. None consider the fractured essence of me that dwells within.

Behind closed doors, I take off my amour. Letting the pieces spill out, all over my bed. Sleep comes, yet rest eludes me. Before the sun relieves the duty of the moon. All the pieces of me are placed back into my amour, to continue. For waving the white flag is not an option. 

His Pleasure

His Pleasure

In the middle of the night, the city is asleep. Except for the few that prefer to slumber during the light of day. Light from a full silver moon, softly illuminating his room. 

He relaxes upon his bent arm, as he watches her rest so peacefully. Noticing her semi erect nipples rise and fall with each breath she takes. He can't help, but to touch her. His fingers grazing upon her skin and she feels like silk. His fingers trailing from the apple of her cheek, down to where the center of her love resides. She doesn't awaken to his gentle touch. A slight smile begins to form on her face, as if she's having the most pleasant dream. He leans in closer to kiss her shoulder and continues till he reaches the ripened blackberries on her chocolate mounds. 

Her smile turns into soft moans, awakening to find his thick fingers massaging her special gift. Her growing arousal, causing her thighs to open like a blooming flower greeting the sun. His fingers dipping and stirring her honey. Soft moans turn into ragged breaths. Her back arching at the simultaneous, stimulation of his warm tongue flicking at her nipple and his fingers sliding in and out. Her ragged breaths turn into calling out his name. He loved the sound of his moniker, when she screamed it out in ecstasy. Her pleasure was his own. 

In her afterglow, no words were spoken. Their energies communicated far more efficiently than any words could properly express. She felt more free in his arms, than she ever felt on her own. 

Dirty Wings

Dirty Wings

Normally demure, yet always in control. She carried herself as a genteel lady. However, that was simply one side of herself. The side she allowed the world to lay eyes upon. Deep inside thrived a beast, rarely fed. It's hunger growing with each rising of a new moon.

The wanting, the needing to be dominated. An even grander need to find the one who harbored no judgment, yet shared her kink. Would she find her kindred soul, seeking to satisfy a shared appetite? The Yang to her sexual Yin.

Her desire to be bounded and used to fulfill his deviant, fantasies. Increasing the pulsation in her most intimate places. The desire to relinquish control in order to be controlled, so intoxicating.

The demure, genteel lady with a dark side. An angel flying with dirty wings.

Lovestruck

Lovestruck 

The essence of you is wildly intoxicating. Just to be near you is euphoric. You are everything I dreamt of, since I could compile my fantasy. It was as if the Gods heard my prayers and made you, especially for me. How perfect to find the one who ignites your soul, like never before. A best friend and the love of my life, wrapped into one lovely package. To keep a smile on your face, has become so very important to my heart. There isn't a day, a minute or second, that thoughts of you fail to cross my mind. My biggest wish is that one day, you'd see me in the same light.

Caged

Caged 

I can't escape the screaming in my head. I'm being split in two. Left, right, up down. What the fuck do I do? 

Feeling trapped like a hamster in a cage. Yet the cage offers comfort of familiarity. Perhaps it's the what the comfort represents that eating away the joy inside of me.

I've been here far too long, I feel pieces of me dying. I long for a major change, but the fear of failure is paralyzing. 

Do I continue on the path I'm on, knowing what the future holds? Or do I jump into the abyss and possibly resurrect my soul? 

Fork in The Road

Fork in The Road 

Darkness dancing inside, like a whirling dervish leaving filthy footprints. Or perhaps it's confusion, clouding my mind. Leaving me to feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. Terrified to find what awaits me at the bottom. My mind being stretched and shrunk, much like my soul. I've grown so weary, but I've got to make some moves. Happiness playing hide n' seek, waiting for me to find it. Or is it I that happiness seeks? Deciding which road to travel, was much simpler when there's more sand in the hourglass. 

My Loud Mind

My Loud Mind 

So many thoughts fighting for optimal position. All desperately wanting my attention, like a woman craves the man she loves. Which will finally gain my focus? Hard to say, when one has monopolized my thoughts for such a long time. Sleep eluding me, like a criminal on the Most Wanted list. Taking my appetite as a hostage. Fighting to focus on something, anything else quickly sapping my energy. Trying to mask the perfect storm building inside and it's rapidly becoming too much to handle. Making me far too lethargic for anything else. So I lay here, unable to quiet my mind. My thoughts taking turns assaulting me.

My Addiction

My Addiction

My addiction came in so unexpectedly. Knocking me off my feet, causing me to lose my bearings. Blowing through my defenses like a gentle breeze, so calm and lovely. Me beginning to remember what was wanted, but never felt I needed. 

Coming face to face with a dream, dreamt so long ago. The way his intelligence aroused me, to no end. So intoxicating! Finding myself looking forward to my fix of hearing the sweet sound of his voice. Imagining forever having his arms wrapped around me, like the wings of a dark angel. Thoughts of everything about him seeping into every corner of my mind. 

My wanting turned into needing with no warning. I ventured beyond falling in love. He became my addiction, from which I don't want to be saved. 

The Window

The Window 

Here I am again, on the outside looking in. The door was ajar, but only for a brief moment. No allowance for me to enter. Leaving me to press my nose against the foggy window. Blurring my vision, making it hard to see inside. Weather changing to winter and it's getting colder. The skies matching my sullen mode. Trying to warm my soul, with pleasant memories of before. I'm locked out, but I don't want to leave. So I stay vigilant at the foggy window. Waiting to be invited in. 

Interior

Interior 

When you look at me, what do you see? Can you see the treasures and secrets I possess inside? Or do you only see my visually, pleasing exterior? 

Is it worth it to you, to go beyond the surface? Dig deeper and expand what you think you know of me? I can't promise you'll love everything you'll find there. I can only guarantee that it's true. 

I'll let you meet my demons, if I can trust you won't use them against me. I don't have many, but sometimes they gang up on me. 

Would you allow me to take a look inside, of you? Trust that I could accept all of your layers? Let me appreciate the nooks and crannies you keep hidden in your darkest corners. 

Would you let me look your demons in the eye? Trust me to help you try to fight them away? I know that by your side is where I'm meant to be. 

Wanting You

Wanting You 

The only thing I want, when you walk through the door. Is your hands all over my body, nothing less but certainly more. I've been waiting for this moment to see you, all day. My yoni has been throbbing and growing wetter, than the bay. 

Bello, take control as you press me against the wall. Your passion is so overwhelming, feels like I may fall. Let me unzip your pants and free the hardness growing inside. Lift me so I can wrap my thighs around you and take a ride. Your mouth on my breasts, I'm screaming out your name. The way you're fucking me so deep and hard, driving me insane. 

I'm cumming oh so hard, but it doesn't mean were done. I slide down to my knees to please you with my tongue. A moan escape your mouth, your fingers grip my hair. My excitement grows with every slurp, cause I love it when you stare. 

Tell me what you like. Tell me you want more. You lay me down on my back and fuck me on the floor. You're loving how wet I am and mold around your cock. As long as you're willing to give, I'm taking all you got.

I can't get enough of you. You feel so sublime. I'm pulsating, you grow more rigid and we cum at the same time.

For a Moment

For a Moment

If I could give you my eyes, for a moment. You'd see all the passion in you, that I do.

If I could trade hearts with you, for a moment. You'd know with no doubts, all the love I'm willing to give you.

If you could read my mind, for a moment. You'd find infinite thoughts and memories of you.

If you could feel my soul, for a moment. You'd find I've never felt more connected to anyone, before you.

If you could hear my prayers, for a moment. You'd hear of all the happiness, I want for you.

The Chair

The Chair 

The chair in my room, holding a memory of me and you. Tealights illuminating, casting shadows and setting the mood. You enter to find me dressed in your favorite piece, with boots reaching mid thigh. Ready to please you in every way, you can imagine. Do what you will.

You make me bend over, elbows on the seat of that chair. Causing my back to arch, making my ass even more inviting. Your firm hand, giving my ass a mighty smack. Oh! It stings so good! Next comes another smack. Then another and another.

 My nipples so hard, they could cut glass. You slip a finger inside and feel how wet you're making me. I'm begging for you to slip inside. You deny my request, for you want me dripping nectar. 

Another smack. Yes! I love it! Smack, smack! My moans of pleasure arousing you to no end. You slip a finger inside, then two. In and out. In and out. My honey heavily coating your fingers and trickling down to your palm. You feed your fingers to me to lick them clean. 

Inside of me you thrust deeply. Grasping my hips. I'm calling out your name and begging you to never stop. You smack my ass again, causing me to cum so hard all over you. You grab a handful of my hair as you climax too. 

Oh that lucky chair in my room. Holding that memory of me and you. 

May I?

May I?

Would you mind if I came closer? Close enough to breathe in the sweetness you breathe out? May I undress your body the way we undressed each others mind? I want to see all of you. Discover if you trust me with your vulnerability. 

Do you possess the same desire I have for you? Longing to have you live inside me. My walls throbbing, warm and 

wet around you.

Would you mind touching my body the way you touched my soul? Lay me down with my thighs parted. Beckoning your fingers to stir my honey. Your mouth covering my erect nipples, causing my back to arch. 

The kisses you lay upon me, take my breath away. I need you. Need you inside me. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as you enter slowly. The way we move together, in harmony. Never had I felt anything so perfect. 

Do you feel me coming to my peak? Your deeper and faster thrusting, causing me to grow wetter and wetter. I can't contain it any longer. I'm exploding and pulsating around your shaft, bringing you to your peak. 

May I lick you clean? Cum down my throat and try to quench this insatiable thirst I have for you.

Waning

Waning 

Rain falling, mocking my mood. Feeling drained and defeated. Limbs heavy and my body aches. Tired, but sleep eludes me. When it does visit my domain, it brings no solace. 

It's said, when everything seems to fall apart, what's in store for you is falling into place. Trying desperately to keep my faith, that I'm on the correct path. Praying I keep what little is left of my sanity. 

Keeping a brave face is overwhelming and exhausting. My strength only stretches so far.