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Monthly Archives: May 2012
FOR MY LOVE
For Jeremy, my soul mate and best friend. May our love be like wine growing sweeter with time. xo
Together our love will always be true,
growing stronger in all the hardships we come through.
For many a long and lonely night,
I prayed for you with all my might.
Before you my life was dark and bleak,
but God provided the love my heart did seek.
Mother Nature's Child
Note: This is another poem written in my mid twenties. It speaks of my life growing up as an only child in my grandmother's care in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the lasting impact of that life lived in so much harmony with nature out there in that beautiful country. I had the song 'Country Roads' by John Denver going through my head with memories of childhood and home at the time I wrote this.
Dark lover (part two)
Please read part one first before reading this. It is the post right before this one….also remember these are first drafts, I wrote these first two parts within a couple of hours….I know they still need some work….thanks and enjoy! 
*erotic content*
Now in the confines of his chambers
this entity now my dark lord
and lover
he materializes before me
and my eyes see him for the first time.
I gasp aloud
and am taken back
by the sheer menacing darkness
radiating around him.
He is frightful to behold
his sharp features penetrating
and terrifying, god like.
But at the same time
he was so beautiful to behold
having a sensual cruelty to his handsome features
that cut through me to the center
of my being.
His long dark hair carried
the scents of the night,
alive like the night
and his eyes were a striking emerald green
with flecks of golden light
and red flames that flickered in their depths.
And turbulent, raging passion churned within them,
all for me.
The thought of this sent my heart into a gallop
and left my already overwhelmed mind
reeling some more.
I can do nothing but stare
at this magnificent creature
this man who now holds my soul.
And he is staring right back at me
still as a stone.
Delicious anticipation charges the air
both our desires running wild.
He strides like a panther
coming to stand just inches from me
the air becoming electrified
as we stood so close.
With a long nail he cuts an opening in his chest
and he offered his blood for me to drink.
Instead of repulsion my appetite grew
and saliva built up in my mouth
craving the rich taste of him.
The heat between my thighs now
felt like liquid fire
a hot spring of inferno…
and I wanted all of him right then and there
and then some.
I wanted to take all he was
as much as I could fit inside my body and being.
In response to my thoughts
a sinister laugh escaped his full lips
booming and echoing throughout the underground chambers
for he knows I am his and cannot refuse him.
I press my lips to the cut on his chest
and let a little of the warmth seep in my mouth
and like a whirlwind hunger punched me in the gut
and I drank deeply from him.
A hiss escaped from his lips
and he threw back his head
and roared
rocking the structures surrounding us
and quaking my insides like a tempest.
As I drink I am filled with ecstasy
the sensations so dizzying I can barely contain them.
Raw power and erotic bliss found and filled every wound
strengthening me
and radiated from every pore.
He snaked his strong arm around me and
wound his long fingers through my hair
pressing me harder to him.
I reciprocated the gesture by drinking harder and faster
and his breathing grew to a heavy pant,
a smile of pain mixed with pleasure on his face.
Too soon he broke away from me,
Black blood dribbling down his chest
and staining the earth beneath us.
I licked up every last bit that
had strewn down to his hard stomach
making him hiss yet again
and shutter almost violently.
Immediately he picked me up effortlessly
and licked the corners of my mouth clean…
and then he kissed me hard
his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth.
Things were about to get even hotter
and I wondered if I could handle all of this,
all of him.
Only one way to find out.
And when he began kissing my neck with ferocity
his hard length thickening against my abdomen
I knew I was up for the challenge….
Stay tuned for part three….
~ Celeste ~
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- Dark lover (part one) (celestealluvial.wordpress.com)
Dark lover (part one)
I am beside myself with the joy of venting through this avenue of dark erotic fiction….I had so much fun writing this and felt every word…..I invite you to join me on this journey, and introduce this erotic treat to your senses….enjoy…..
*Erotic content*….
As I lie broken and frail
my mortality eats away at my soul
consumes me.
Weary of my pain
and restless nights
I lie awake
too afraid to dream the nightmares
again
so I listen to the sounds of the night
through my open window.
An enticing aroma enters
on a breeze that blows
through the curtains and
the moonlight streams in
casting an eerie glow in my room.
I hear a voice whispering my name
outside my window and
I begin to sense a heat
growing and blooming
between my thighs
that leaves me wanting more.
A gnawing desire envelopes
my senses
as a male’s voice
beckons me to answer
and invite him in.
Fear tries to hold me
and good sense tells me
to stay quiet
and it will pass.
But God, I cannot help myself….
As the heat between my legs
continues to burn
I let my body’s need overwhelm me
and drive away any and all will
I had left to resist this temptation.
Though I can see nothing
I feel the moist heat of his breath
against the creamy skin of my neck
and hear him breathe in deeply
taking in my fragrance and
growing wild on my scent.
His growl fills the room
and I sense him quiver
as his fangs scrape my neck
and a trickle of blood escapes.
He chases the drop with his tongue
as it travels between my bare breast
and captures it with a single
lap of his tongue.
Giddy, I begin to imagine
his tongue in other places
and I am instantly removed
so far from reality my head spins.
“Yesssssss” he hisses in my ear
as images fill my mind
of us entangled in heated consummation.
He promises me relief from my pain
fulfillment of my desires
and his companionship in place
of my loneliness.
A streak of lightening
and booming thunder shakes
the foundations of the earth
and my heart.
And I give my soul over to him.
He wants me for himself
and I cannot help but want him too
for I sense a familiar loneliness
in his black heart,
an ancient loneliness and despair
greater only to my own.
I long to fill the abyss of nothing
he carries with him
fill the black emptiness
of this soulless being.
As if answering my thoughts
a hand appears before me
from out of the darkness
and I consent to join him
placing my hand inside of his,
this erotic creature of the night so familiar
yet a stranger to me.
Stay tuned for part two…….
~ Celeste ~
Fallen to blackest desire
We all have a dark side, but what we do with it is what defines who we are. Yes, there is a dark place in my nature, but I am not that darkness. I think my readers know this by all I have written thus far. But it is useful and fun for me to vent aggression and depression in this way….so here it is, an experimental poem in which I present an opposite character…..hope you enjoy…..
Lift up the sickle and tear down the flowers
destroy everything that blooms
give me endless nights of pleasure and pain
violate my righteous pride.
Lay me down in darkest black
cover me in velvet nothingness
change me into a creature that lives,
high on the excitement of newborn power.
My flesh I offer up to you
feast upon my thirsty skin
drive away the mortal weaknesses
memories that bind me to the living.
Corrupt the peaceful waters that once flowed
change it’s form into blood
let us bathe in it’s warmth neath the moonlight
as the remnants of my white garment are stained.
Fill up my raw emptiness
with hungry passions
as we drink from the cup of abominations.
Call me into the dark realms of the ancients
where the fragility
of mortality eludes me
and I will give you my soul
for your wicked love
and for the crown of immortality.
My delicate wings
now thick as leather
and chaos now my consort
all who see me love me
and despair unto the grave
and sever their golden wings
in hopes of a kiss from my lips.
Transformed
my heart forever frozen in time
come and make me your bride
In day let us sleep
in the depths of the earth
and unite in blackest desire.
~ Celeste ~
Posted in My Poetry
After the storm
A true to life event, a sensory poem where I attempt to convey my deep joy and emotion in a memorable moment I had with nature.
The atmosphere was electrified
from the intensity of the passing storm.
A light rain falling, so softly
like the petals of a rose
and the air smelled pristine
of new earth
fresh and clean.
The clouds were dark
and menacing
but lined in silver
as a white sun
broke through an opening
and shined it’s vivid light
upon the earth.
The raindrops reflected the light
and sparkled like white crystals
as it fell with such grace
from the heavens.
The shadows cast on the ground
were as of the night
of a full moon
accentuating and animating
every shrub and tree.
The contrast between
light and dark
was stark
but breathtaking in the
beauty of it’s harmony,
light and shadow creating together
a surreal and otherworldly scene.
And as I stood in the midst
of this natural wonder
I let my senses take over
letting them grow and reach out
as far out as they would go,..
and my soul was caught up
in admiration and surprise,
taken in absolute awe.
I was elated
wrapped up in a cocoon
of magic and reverie
as my mind, body and soul
answered mother nature
in her spectacular beauty.
I was helpless
to sound out a word
that would be sufficient enough
to convey the peace
and tranquility I was a part of,
so I gave myself over
to the sublime perfection
of the moment,
to the scene before my eyes.
And the instant I did this
I was lifted high in flight
on the wings of joy
soaring on a perpetual wave of bliss
that lasted until my head
rested upon my pillow
and sleep carried me away
with lovely dreams
in the night.
~ Celeste ~
The lesson of the pebble
I know I just posted this song just a bit ago, but as I was listening to it again, the words for a poem came to me, so I decided to repost this song to this poem….hope everyone will enjoy it….
At dawn she rises, a day like any other
and tries her best to force a smile
again she’ll have to reach down deep
to keep her holding on for a while.
For so long she’s had to battle
this war between her heart and mind
she had not expected in all her life
to find these walls she’d built to hide behind.
Now her sorrow had outrun her
her burden too painful to hold
the joyful song her heart had once sung
was silent and dormant in the cold.
Happiness and peace once the pillars of her soul
in all things she’d found the beauty of a rose
but her world had turned to shades of gray
this is not the life she ever would have chose.
In the still and quiet of the morning
she walked alongside a stream
and wondered why her plans had failed
and deserted her soul in a broken dream.
Beneath the water something caught her eye
a pebble the color of the bluest sky
in the midst of all the others it’s color truly showed
the beauty in it’s solitude made her want to cry.
It was a rock like all the others
it’s journey too was much the same
but in it own uniqueness it proudly laid
alone, yet it didn’t complain nor think of another to blame.
She reached down through the water
and picked up the pebble with care
she would keep it in her pocket
to remind her of her time there.
For nature had spoken and she listened with her heart
and received a lesson that day
that no matter how lonely and forgotten we feel
his love remains near to show us a way.
~ Celeste ~
Haiku
Alone in the night
haunted by your memory
thoughts of you steal my breath away.
Posted in haiku
EMBRACE OF NIGHT
Note: This is one of my earlier writings, which I wrote in my mid twenties. I was in a thoughtful state of enlightenment this day and I really enjoyed writing this one. My heart and mind were so connected and full of emotion that I felt like mere words were not going to be adequate enough to express the passion and revelation that was coming to me.
Posted in My Poetry
Breaking the Cycle
What an interior work of art,
to be so dumb, yet still so smart.
Seeing all the parts of our lives,
falling like leaves in a different disguise.
Watching the sun come out to play,
listening to the waters splash on the bay.
Feeling the bitter cold of a frozen day.
These seasons, like emotions will always remain.
The sun on my face fells like a blessing from grace,
Another lovely and reflective post by a dear lady and friend. She is new to the blogging community so let's give her a warm hello and welcome her into the circle. Love to everyone and have an amazing weekend..... :) Celeste
Posted in Fellow bloggers
Alone in a World of Millions
Different colors, different race, different bodies,
with a different face, all living in the very same space.
Feeling alone in a world full of millions,
how can there be such an empty feeling?
Many emotions to be displayed,
many personalities to be portrayed.
Believe in something more than just flesh,
there is a gift that is more precious than the rest.
Introducing a a lovely soul and dear friend of mine. Please pay her a visit and welcome her to the blogging community....her words are honest and heartfelt, and you will be inspired by her thoughtful heart. Thank you and have a great weekend!! :)
Celeste
Posted in Fellow bloggers
My son and me
Sunny fun at the creek
bare feet splashing
in the clear cool water
catching crawdads
and froggies too
my son and me.
Little toy soldiers
cowboys and Indians
robots and aliens…
Who will win the war?
No one knows (but probably him)
best buds forever
my son and me.
Day at the park
as high as we can
we swing to the clouds
and back down again
we slide down the slide
with arms thrown up high
we run round and round
till the sky spins
and we fall down.
Smiling laughing
enjoying the time…
Oh how I love this son of mine!…
two peas in a pod, him and I
my son and me.
Bath time bubbles piled up high
sporting bubble hair and beards
bedtime stories we love to read
night time kisses and hugs for me
Over this tiny sleeping angel
I pray blessings and give thanks
our lives a gift to share together
my son and me.
Posted in My Poetry
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