Friday, 16 October 2009

sexual frustration. gnawing filthily inside.
craving the touch of naked skin, someone stroking the small of my back, kissing my neck. i dream off clothes falling of my silken skin, shallow breaths gasping in the murky gold dark light filtering in through hastily drawn curtains. fingernails scratching, teeth grazing. hoarse whispers 'i want you' & my personal favourite 'god, you're so thin'... and then afterwards... exaltation/disgust. shame/fear/silence. dull the noise. deafen the whispers. consume what i so willingly surrender to you.
i miss the user. i miss the long-term crush. i miss them all.
in the bar last night i felt the scorching eyes undressing me. but this is new daisy - pure, innocent, sweet daisy. so i bat my eyelashes, i laugh sweetly and write my blog...


  1. I know you hear this all the time, but seriously, the way you write is beautiful.

  2. M'kay. Well good luck with turning over the new leaf. I'm sure it will all work out. =)

  3. Thank you for the lovely comment on my blog Daisy, you're so right. Strength, beauty, control and change... those words... they're so easy to say but so much more difficult to actually live out.

    I hope you're OK and coping with uni... I love reading your blog. Keep writing! I really admire your strength. It's so easy to give in and just give up with it all. It's hard staying on the straight and narrow.

    But.. the pain and the sacrifice.. It's worth it in the end.

    Sending you love x x x

  4. Wow, neither poetry nor prose, simply beautiful

    Hope you're doing ok x

  5. fully understand. hope you're alright x