Sip greedily on my crimson blood, drain me of mortality.

Teeth grazing on pale skin
the soft vibration of life’s beat,
faint, needy, weak.
Drink my dear.
Pierce my
throat as you have
penetrated
my heart.
Sip greedily on my crimson
blood, drain me of mortality.
Taste the essence of my desire
upon your lips as my passion
coats your tongue, my
weakness trickles down
your throat.
I give myself to you,
neck bare,
I offer my eternal slavery,
my life force, the very beats of
my feeble heart.
Drink from me.
Sustain your soul on my
essence.
Piercing screams of release,
devour me,
take all,
shackle me to your existence,
bind me to your will,
fill me with your seed of life,
spilling between lips.
Upon knees, Master,
let me drink
from your source,
nourish me in the blood
of your need, make of me
your eternal servant.
Master, make me yours,
feed to me the essence of your immortality,
drink my scarlet blood,
smeared upon your lips,
kiss me,
Lustrous Master, kiss me.

Karen Hayward (c)2017
Image and words

Inner voices.

This is a collaboration piece between myself and Zigzagstripes  . Zigzagstripes  is a great erotic poet, he explores topics with a level of bravery that I love. He is a refreshingly fearless erotic writer and I like it 🙂 you should go check him out :).

Do you sense me, as I sense you tingling on my skin?

Do you hear my beating heart
or my blood that rushes through my veins?
Do you hear the cackling of the sparks?
Do you smell my heightened scent?

Yes…

I can feel the electricity,
I can taste the need.
I wonder what would quench you
what wanton erotic deed.

But…

Do you feel me as I tingle?
Can you taste me on your tongue?
Come into my mind and
we’ll have a little fun.

Yes…

I want more than in your mind
I want your body so I can bind
I want to release that pent up charge
I want to unplug you fucking hard

But… Are you sure…?
For this tingles a strong old charge,
It’s more than just a spark and I’m such a bad girl I’ll likely slip my binds,
and baby, you need to know, I will devour your mind.

Yes…

It’s there for a predator
For a predator to feast
But once ingested
You’ll have no peace
You’ll have perversions
Thoughts never seen
Running your mind
Turning it obscene.
You’ll be incapacitated
Struck down sick
Stroking all day
Imagining dick
So feast away
Eat all you can
But once your infected
I’ll have control of your hands

But…

Life, with a gun about her head,
did say,..‘You want him here inside your bed?
To feel the devils touch of sin
lingering on your precious skin?’.

And I replied…

let him come a crawling i say
As the devil lifts the sheets away
May he be that mortal sin
May he be the one to touch my skin
To enter my soul and feed within and when he asks…
“Will you come down with me
To hell in blessed agony”

I’ll simply say…Take my hand and lead the way…’

©2016 Zigzagstripes and Karen Hayward.

Let me love you.

Let me love you the only way I know how,
With one foot among the flames of hell.
My halo hanging from the door as Satan bangs down upon the floor.

Let me cherish your being the only way I’ve sought,
In whispered tones of unsaid thoughts.
In the endless space of empty words,
And the blank spaces that go unheard.

Let me adore the softness of your inner soul,
With shy blushes and a rising tide of a love I know.
With gentle thoughts and the slightest touch,
As the devil screams this is all too much.

Let me desire the very all of your being,
In broken sleep and heated dreaming
As need escapes, transforms the room,
and I beg and plead, take me soon.

Let me relish in our touch the only way I could,
With devil kisses in those places I never should.
In a trail of unforgiven memories across your skin,
Tainted now by our enchanted sin.

Let me devote myself to your spirit, with empty vows of love,
And let us hope this alone is enough.
My succubus soul and hearted sleeve,
And let these be the mortal sins of life we weave.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Rays of sun upon my skin.

`

You are the rays reaching for me

wandering across my porcelain skin.

You are the suns burning energy

igniting deep inside of me.

You are the flame that burns at the

very essence of me.

You are the reason I come

out from the shadows.

You are the glistening gold that

creeps across a silent tide that

draws me in, that catches my eye.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Desiderate.

There are times when,

those days arrive and

I hear the whispers on the breeze

that I will feel the empty page,

I will know the empty moments.

When I ask why should this be?

The universe simply whispers,

because it must.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

Lust weaved across the page.

I still recall when your need for me was spilled across the page weaved through every word and stained into the spaces between. Now I wonder where you went, and where abouts you go. For the page is feeling empty your need I no longer know.

Karen Hayward 2016 ©

Let me dance free of inhibitions.

 

Can I dance through your

thoughts with a key to your soul.

In subdued whispers and a trail of lust.

An uncaught spirit skipping through

the days, as sunlight warms the coldest hearts.

Can I walk with you beneath a changing moon

and watch through your eyes as night dies and

morning wakes.  Whilst the constellations are mapped

out on your skin with the tips of my fingers.

Can I run free and safe through the hazy morn

as the night before becomes a distant dream.

Can I dance through your thoughts unattended

free of inhibition for a moment, for just a moment.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

Be the hint of a memory.

 

Be the,

hint of a kiss

on precious lips

that smile even

in the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

hint of a memory

in the sight of beauty

that shines even

in the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

scent of a night

filled with musk

and dying stars

in the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

sting of regret

in a captured thought

on a forgotten day

beneath the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

taste of a flutter

of a remembering heart

growing old in the days

in the pouring rain.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

The Black veil.

The creation of distance an elaborate wall of defense indestructible, impregnable. The seeping residue of desire eliminated on sight. Just the slip of the tongue an inkling of fun, in the harshest of lights I find this new sight.  Freedom of sorts exploration of thoughts, no tie to reality my speciality. Follow me into the depths of despair, in the shadows you’ll find someone to care, a troll a monster or darkness itself. Walk with me through the hollow shells, where once sat a heart that often did swell. Let me use you and take you I promise it’s true. The honesty found in the erective salute and the white flaming juice that you’re able to shoot. Play the strings, strum them, listen as their melody fills the air and know for a moment that you are there. Hope for a moments recognition in the blinking of an eye,  see the emptiness recognised by only the sky. Sheets covered, sticky and wet, a moments pleasure you might try to forget. It follows you around in the depths of your mind, a curiosity of what creature you’ve found. Emotive humans slave to their thoughts always seeking what they believe to have sought. Spiteful words, indignation to the free soul that constantly needs out for an elaborate stroll. Walks filled with passion, fingers that roam, thoughts that are free to imagine,  yet blinded in the caves of repression. A divide, a sliver of time where darkness hides. A slip of the foot, a slide of the toe changes the results of the black lace show. Bodies hanging from the butchers hooks desire congealed in realities nook. Flesh and blood and bone, alone. Alone. Aesthetically pleasing until the flesh will rot, bones will crumble, blood will dry and no one will utter goodbye.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016.

If I keep moving I can avoid detection, walk unseen on the streets of distraction.
I can run through alleys of fear in darkness, not looking where I am going.
I can avoid eye contact, no one need see my broken spirit.
If I keep moving, impulsively I can heal, band aids of despair I no longer care.
If I keep moving you can’t see me and I can’t see what it is to be me.
If I keep moving at speed and refuse to take heed, I can transform, I can become the mask, a sanctury at last.
If I can keep moving, I can forget, I can fight, I can survive my darkest nights I can endure the sharpened knife in this loveless war.
But this coldness isn’t me and if I keep moving i’ll forget the reason to be.
If I stop moving your light penetrates my dark.
If I stop moving the universe directs my way.
If I keep moving I can outrun the future and create my own, if I keep moving I can sit in peace upon my icey throne.
If I keep moving I can live in the whispered shadows created by fragmants of the moons glow..but oh what a glow.
If I stop moving I feel your light penetrate my dark.
I feel whispers of you on my skin.
I feel you in the calmness that follows our storm, a questioning battle of what I believe to be norm.
The body is purely flesh and bone, flesh and bone, whispered thoughts whislt I am stuck unfucnctionable in that zone.
If I keep moving I have no reason to feel and I can pretend that none of it’s real.
If I stop moving you penetrate my dark.

Karen Hayward 2016 ©