Lust's Corner

[LustfulOne50]

Reaching out...


My God your heart is black.
Full of evil, decay, death.
Where was the light that guided me to you?
Who put it out?
Who killed it?

Where is the one I held, loved, and needed?
Why do my tears bring you joy?
My words were pulled and twisted.
The knife it ran so deep.

Why did you bother with me?
Why did you even make me feel you?
My breath is caught in my chest.
My tears are like acid.
They burn me.

You’re crushing me!
Get off!
Please...
Please release me.

Someone just take me and pull me away.
I’m drowning, bleeding,
and I’ve lost my way.

Nice one Red

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Nice one Red

Thank you.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

for lust

here some new pics I posted baby enter me here

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Too Late

You were to late for me.
The words so long forgotten.
They sat inside your head.
Your willingness was rotted.

I tried to stay and talk.
To work out all my dreams.
Alone and lost you’ve left me.
The ship is gone it seems.

Sailed away and crashed.
Sunk deep within the sea.
Drowning in emotion.
No one else can see.

Reaching out for land.
Attempting to stay strong.
Grasping someone’s hand.
But its been so long.

Hero in our mists.
A friend or worthy foe?
Will they stop to help me?
Or will they let me go?

Pulling me away.
Sheltered and romanced.
How my body sways.
In my dreams I dance.

The hand it holds me tight.
Lifts me in the air.
I feel my heart take flight.
No longer in despair.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Coming back full circle

Higher the balloon sails.
The wind whips it around.
They try to catch it.
They lose.
It flies higher. It soars free.

Free like an eagle.
Wings lifting, spreading, falling.

Falling like rain.
Fast, hard, quick.
Flooding rivers, lakes, streams.

Streams of tears flow down a cheek.
Soft, cold, and dimpled.

Dimpled smile rarely seen.
Hidden away from view.
Scared to come out because it will be hurt.

Hurt and torn apart.
The heart of the child.
As the balloon flies free.

 

[LustfulOne50]

for lust

here some new pics I posted baby enter me here

MMM thank you EW..it made going to sleep and dreaming sweet dreams so easy...mmmm yes...and more then a mouthful...god I am greedy, but I love it.

 

[LustfulOne50]

Coming back full circle

Higher the balloon sails.
The wind whips it around.
They try to catch it.
They lose.
It flies higher. It soars free.

Free like an eagle.
Wings lifting, spreading, falling.

Falling like rain.
Fast, hard, quick.
Flooding rivers, lakes, streams.

Streams of tears flow down a cheek.
Soft, cold, and dimpled.

Dimpled smile rarely seen.
Hidden away from view.
Scared to come out because it will be hurt.

Hurt and torn apart.
The heart of the child.
As the balloon flies free.

Very nice Red...I just did a draft of a poem along this line...feeling the excitment but shy to do anything with it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Very nice Red...I just did a draft of a poem along this line...feeling the excitment but shy to do anything with it.

When you are ready... you'll present it and it will be beautiful.

 

[gypziedoll]

A Voodoo Queen
by Erotica_Writings ©




I want to tell you a story of a Voodoo Queen, she was a dark haired beauty that I had ever seen, smooth reddish complexion and her eyes gleamed. Long satin legs with the firmest thighs I had ever seen, mens head turned when she walked by. Women hated her for her beauty and I will tell you why. She could make a man grow old and forget the love he use to know. She’ll captivate you and at the same time decapitate you, She is most certainly one vixen not to be reckoned with.

Like a black cat she moves slowly with grace, she’ll lick your lips to see how you taste. Some called her a witch, but her name was that of Marie Laveau. She was way over a hundred when she died, yet she looked as lovely and beautiful as when she was twenty five. To this day admirers visit her grave leaving small tokens incase they meet along the way. This mysterious black woman in the 19th century was able to accomplish a most remarkable feat, she had white folk beckoning at her feet and drifted into the mens minds while they sleep.

She ruled New Orleans and it came to past that one day a prominent gentleman and father who was stricken with grief was sent to her door begging for her help and offered her his house on Rue Ste. The original site of New Orleans The infamous French Quarters. She went over the boys plight who was accused of murder, looking at the gentleman she smiled assuring him his son would soon be free, astonished the father left feeling relieved. Only had he known he gave his son’s destiny to the sorceress, Madam Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen.

That morning of the trial Marie visited a Catholic Church where she prayed holding three Guinea peppers and then departed, heading towards the courthouse where she persuaded a clerk with her magical ways to let her in the courtroom where she placed the three peppers under his seat. Or perhaps it really happened the other way as they say. She floated in through the window of his bedroom on an electrified cloud and seduced him first by dancing in slow movements with a large snake in the nude, seeing he was to petrified to move, She floated to his bed where she placed her lips on his and took that first kiss. Pleasuring him most of the night with her body and her sensual moans, touching her body in those very hot, wet zones. Once she has touched you in this way, you become hers, and for miles her followers chants could be heard.

What happens next is really not that perplexed. The end of the court session the son walked by his fathers side, and not once did the Judge look him in the eye. Marie claimed her house on Rue Street where women would come to her with their secrets they did confide. From their lips rolled their most intimate details of relations with their husbands, but they wanted to make sure their love would never die. Marie spent years in their husbands beds behind their backs, giving the men what their wives lacked. Marie gave birth to fifteen children and her daughter joined her mother into the dark side.

Mother and daughter held rituals deep in the Bayous woods,, complete with the worship of a snake called Zombi, and orgiastic dancing, drinking, and lovemaking. Almost a third of the worshipers were white, desirous of obtaining the "power" to regain a lost lover, to take a new lover, to eliminate a business partner, or to destroy an enemy. These frequent meetings frightened the white masters into fear the blacks were planning an uprising against them. In 1817 they passed a resolution forbidding blacks to gather for dancing or any other purpose except on Sundays, and only in places designated by the mayor. The accepted spot was Congo Square on North Rampart Street, now Blacks, most of them voodooists, met danced and sang overtly worshiping their gods while seemingly entertaining the whites with their African gibberish.

Marie decided it was time for only one queen and she would be it, the other voodoo queens crumbled at her feet and some met a violent defeat. Marie knew of the sensation that these rituals were causing out by the lake, and carried it one step further by inviting the public, press, even the police to her forbidden fun to attend. They came to her in droves paying admissions to watch the dance of sin. She became the most powerful woman of New Orleans arranging secret meetings for affairs of the heart for a certain price, Judges paid her thousands of dollars to win their election while others paid ten dollars for a potion to capture a love connection. While she serviced the blacks freely for to them she was their leader.

At the age of seventy Marie retired as queen and her daughter stepped in as the New Orleans Voodoo Queen. Her daughter became Marie Laveau the second, even began as a hair dresser just like her mother. Marie the second had less of a giving heart and ruled with instilling fear into her followers lives. Marie kept the “Maison Blanche" translated meaning the White house where white men would meet to have affairs of the flesh with the black women.

The day that Marie one died so did the fear of Marie two for the public connected the two women as one. In the cemetery there are two tombs for Marie Laveau and one is named the wishing well where lovers come bearing gifts of candles, oils or scents to insure their wish come true. And that concludes my tale of the famous Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau.

EW, thank you so much for this little tale....I have been a long time follower of Madam Marie's work, she has been sort of a mentor for me for as long as i can remember......

 

[gypziedoll]

Dedicated to the abused children


Tear's silently fall from her blue eye's,
In the dark praying up to the twinkling skies.
Full of fear and pain,
Rubbing her tiny hands over blood stain's.
Wondering why she was so bad,
Always making daddy so mad.
She just wanted to be loved,
Maybe daddy would be happy if she lived up above.
What if God didn't want her?
Her little heart and body so tortured.
She tried to be good,
Was there anyone who understood?
In the middle of the night the angel's came to call,
This was her last tear drop to fall.
In the wind you can hear her say,
Daddy I will see you another day.

COPYRIGHT (C)2003 Erotica Writings

OMG, EW....this reminds me of the twin girls I am so desperately trying to adopt

 

[gypziedoll]

Flashbacks
People think it strange of
me for I will open a door if a child
cries to make sure it is ok
or why won’t I put locks on
doors inside the house. God,
if they could only enter my mind
when I hear a child cry for any length of time. To see
what I have felt, just to see a child’s
mind. Flashbacks of many years gone
by still hang ready in the mind to remind me
what can be left in the child’s mind.
The smell of old brunt White Owl cigars and champagne
glasses that set on over stuffed chairs or the times
being locked in my room for hours on end. A
mother who left me to cry alone locked in a closet
or crawl on a roof to get help while she went out
to play. For a childs mind is like a clean slate
and what gets written on it may always remain.
Now the flashbacks remain with me today.

Peace..to all and please write well on those
Slates so young and wanting to be filled.

Lustful One

this makes me cry because it is exactly what those two precious little girls i am fighting for had to endure......Thank you Darlin

 

[LustfulOne50]

this makes me cry because it is exactly what those two precious little girls i am fighting for had to endure......Thank you Darlin

I glad it touched...kiss my sweet cajun princess

 

[gypziedoll]

I glad it touched...kiss my sweet cajun princess

 

[LustfulOne50]

Got more of those sweet kisses mmmmm yummy

 

[gypziedoll]

Got more of those sweet kisses mmmmm yummy

tons and tons of them

 

[LustfulOne50]

tons and tons of them

MMM how many wheelburrows loads is that...many I can alot of being well worn out.

 

[gypziedoll]

The Little Girl

Look beyond the darkness and see the light prisms in the glass.
See the little girl in the corner, with fresh tears streaming down her face.
She's running and hiding trying to find a safe place,
To shield her from the shadows of terror.
Her innocence lost, to evil and sickness,

Her eyes now hollow and dull,
Searching for the rainbow she dreams of,
To Take her to the field of flowers and sunshine,
She needs to repair her fragile soul.


Gypziedoll

 

[gypziedoll]

MMM how many wheelburrows loads is that...many I can alot of being well worn out.

oodles of them

 

[gypziedoll]

Accidental glance
or passionate flash.
She scatters my thoughts in the shape of a splash.
She lites my heart
to 3rd degree burns.
Surpassed simple affections
to steady concerns.
A mind of depth
A heart of trust
Body sculpted to each
specification
of lust.
Your a bit more than perfect.
I'm a bit more than proud.
These are good thoughts
I should say them out loud.


MFM

beautiful sentiments Sweetie, very touching

 

[gypziedoll]

It was suggested to me to try a new style so I'm asking opinions. Be cruel or kind Nope... I wasn't depressed, just wanted to try something new



Sitting here alone my body broken
pain washing over me, consuming
clawing, breaking over the waves of
cruel words and broken promises.
Flowing fast now tears of heartache
lost hope, all consuming loss.
Gone is the love, the passion, the fury
of lust and want.
Cascading down from the heavens
gifts abound fall like rain upon
an upturned face.
Covering, coating me, swelling over my skin
absorbing, welcoming, healing again.
Graceful eyes watching, taking me far
carrying me higher, ever reaching, ever grasping.
The air holds me, keeps me safe,
feeling complete, never letting go
knowing the end is in sight.
Light shines, the dark is gone
freedom soars ahead, never looking back
never doubting, emptying the pain
locking it shut, never seeing it again...
Free.

Red in my opinion, this style is wonderful very powerful sweetness

 

[DarkAngel48]

Hey Lusty! I am baccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

 

[LustfulOne50]

Hey Lusty! I am baccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Hello DarkAngel...nice to see back...

 

[Erotica_Writings]

For Lust mmmmmm

Mmmmmm please, please enter me

 

[LustfulOne50]

Mmmmmm please, please enter me

Well EW I tend to like this one..valentine1.JPG ..very nice

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Well EW I tend to like this one..valentine1.JPG ..very nice

ah I do as well