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  Jun 2017 Sister Carnalis
acacia
Thrusting deeper into my opening,
wet tongue sliding around the shaft; bubblegum pink.
He’s doing 500, he’s not slowing down.
Brute and rough like a daddy,
sweet and soft like a lover.
Blue lights make his body fluorescent
and I don’t need a difference or a space or a distance
between me and him.
Gray eyes cloudy, lips moist and curled into a grin.
A slight moan escapes his throat.
Eyes shut, brows knit; one hand on my head,
the other cupping me like a cup.
(I can’t help it -- the nasty, the *****,
the grit, the dark, the deep --
it touches all over my body.)
SIGH. sorry for it being kind of explicit. just, you know, hormones.
She smells like rain on a warm summers day and she tastes like blackberries freshly picked off the bush.
When she laughs, it makes the humming birds sound like nails on a chalkboard and i know how cliche this all sounds but she walks like an angel and i cant help but notice her defined collarbones
She makes me want to write about butterfly's and flowers instead of cut wrists and veins.
I tell her I love her. She replies with a kiss never confessing her love but I say it anyways because her smile creates this feeling in me I haven't felt since childhood and she needs to know she is loved. when I feel her bones on my hips I cringe she's so thin.
This disorder, it's gotten hold of her. Bruised knuckles-never confessing the reason she shakes
Anorexia and bulimia-I know this disease too well. It's chronic, it's an illness, it's a suicide attempt. She doesn't know it's killing her-she refuses to accept that she has it. But at night- I can barley see a lump when she's underneath the covers.
When she dies,  her coffin will be so light people will check to make sure there's a body in it.
Her bones are sharp-like scissors. And I wonder, does she use them to cut? Do they tear her skin open? Is her elbow used to fresh air?
I hold her hands. They're so cold. How can a person live like this? If I could, I would force her to eat.
She hates the mirror. If I could, I would make her see a beautiful person looking back.
  Jun 2017 Sister Carnalis
Cera Wood
I'm taking
You're giving
You're my solitude
For living

You are my peace
When i'm at war
You're my love
The one I adore

You're the color
In my face
You're the blood
That runs through my veins

I never thought
I'd be blessed
But only the good
Get the best.
  Jun 2017 Sister Carnalis
Irony
Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With that hand I know so well
It is more than just five fingers
It’s the reason I rebel

Yes, sir, I want you to clank me
In bonds of silver and gold
Chained, I’m a precious gift to you
Unwrapping me never gets old

Yes, sir, I want you to yank me
Down on the floor to my knees
My gaze lowers at your command
I’m eager to do as you please

Yes, sir, I want you to flank me
Punish me from every side
I know I’ve been a naughty girl
Needing discipline you’ll provide

Yes, sir, I want you to crank me
Up to writhing ecstasy
Don’t stop ‘til I ******* beg you
Your tough love is what sets me free

Yes, sir, I want you to thank me
For being your precious pet
Even though I disobey you
It’s clear you love to see me sweat

Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With the implement of your choice
Make it hurt to make me happy
In your dominance I rejoice
Sister Carnalis Aug 2015
alone .
strong, wise, driven, loyal.
He has lived and loved,
and chosen to be alone until something better comes along.
something better than physical love.

He found what he was looking for.
Her soul was vibrant and beautiful;
a goddess muse.
She kissed him and knew it not;
her naked words and firm young flesh of substance splashed bravely across the page excited him...
his wealth of wisdom and experience mocked him for falling in love with a soul ...

the old man had a need to feed,
she was a hungry young goddess needing to be fed.
Where is her champion? Who cares for this young sprite?
He reminded himself again that it was only her soul,
but still, he touched himself... saying her name to make it a little more real, "Chloe," he whispered.
Then he listened ... just in case.
Katie
Sister Carnalis Aug 2015
We lay on the same bed that night and I couldn't sleep,
I felt that smoldering desire again ...
The one I can't control ...
or tell people about.

I like to violate the fragile abyss of taboo.
I didn't intend to do it, I really didn't... but fragile it was.
And as soon as my fingers touched it's hardness
magic began to tingle through my body.

I felt every ridge and dent,
I caressed the fullness of it's shaft,
and wanted to claim it as mine,
but it belongs to my brother...

I liked the feel of it in my hand ,
and one thing usually leads to another.
I kissed it's pink tip and caressed its length.
I whispered into the cacophonous dim ...

"Let me put you in my mouth ... "
and then I just did it.
It tasted nasty like earwax.
All the No.2's are the same ...
Sister Carnalis Aug 2015
It's in the open now. We had an awkward talk.
mom and dad and I ... on a nature walk.

She yelled, I cried, she called me names,
decided she couldn't hide my body,
so she'd simply have to love me still,
as young and hot and naughty.

So late that night as I lay awake,
there was soft knocking at my door,
I played asleep like my journal said,
my ******* on the floor.

I stirred a bit, to let the sheet slide down,
so they could see my budding *******,
hard pink ******* rising up and down
with every hungry breath.

I saw my mother kiss my dad,
watched her tease his swollen horn,
I watched her bring him to my bed
to see my naked form.

I looked at her, she looked at me,
I saw her lick her lips
I whispered "Touch me, Mother"
as juices slicked my slit.

I turned my face to father's ****
mother watched me slurp it in,
then she kissed my *******, caressed my ****,
and  slid a slender finger in...

My legs fell wide, I raised my hips,
my teddy bear clutched tight,
mother licked my ravenous ****
and daddy ****** us both tonight.

I like it when you **** me,
I  like to make you ***,
it makes me squirt and tremble
and all of us have fun.

No more secrets from each other,
no more guilt or shame,
because of all the pleasures
we've added to the game.

I love you mom and dad.
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