Little Bites and Nibbles

beneath a canopy darkly veiled
on a flutter of delicate wings
firefly reflective wishes
dance dreams amidst heaven's kiss

pathway to forever opens wide
in starburst explosions
offering glimpses of tomorrow
through the crystalline eyes of today

perched upon a gargoyle's ledge
clinging to tattered nothings
whispers of sweet promises
slipped through midnight's lips

wherefor art thou, destiny
once more restlessness beckons
a gypsy's trail to follow
Goddess show me the way

2008dma

Humans are odd creatures. They give live birth. They depend on their parentage a long time, some their entire lives. And then they die, rotting corpses buried in the ground, burned into ash, or left out for the carrion creatures.

There are so many of them. From the vantage of the eaves, they resemble nothing more than ants, scurrying from place to place, working at getting it all accomplished. Whatever "it all" was.

Boulder shook its head. Sitting in the eaves, its shape was compressed into a slightly grotesque image. An oddly elegant hand stroked the marble image to its right. Boulder had an affection for
this one. It resembled one she had loved, turned to rubble when left defenseless by morning light.

The night had been long in coming. Summer was here. These city streets had become a miasma of heat and the scents of human beings. Boulder wanted to feel the coolness of the woodlands. It needed to feed the senses, not just wallow in self pity.

Dropping from its perch, Boulder spread sheer wings to catch the wind of its fall. As it glided upwards, the squat form elongated. Rounded belly slimmed, falling away from large luscious breasts, narrowing to flare suddenly into full hips. Legs and arms smoothed into graceful strength, fingers and toes now in proportion.

Stone grey locks shimmered silver in the moonlight, becoming iridescent, and in a flash it disappeared, a figment of beauty imprinted on the poetic as etherial fae.

Boulder shrugged. No one will believe that human anyway. Besides, humanity thought them mere constructions of fantasy, didn't they?

Drifting to ground, Boulder took a few mincing steps before pausing to listen. A guitar played quietly from somewhere in the trees. With a smile Boulder swayed to the music and danced along a near hidden
path to the human's campsite.

The flicker of firelight illuminated a tent and campstool. No one seemed to be there. Breathing deep, Boulder scented him. Not far, on the bank of the stream, playing in rythm to the babbling of the
water. Silently it drifted near, rolling hips and pattering small steps to the sound of strings.

Suddenly the lovely sound stopped. He had noticed Boulder dancing to his music. Elegant hands raised, fingers spread in supplication. His fingers plucked the strings and Boulder glided into the music, body swaying sinuously, wings flowing veil thin to its movements.

Entranced, he played on. Boulder spun, dipped, arched to brushed its silver locks along the pebbled beach. Rolling upwards, stretching, its arms extended high, hands entwining into a classic pose. It lowered long lashes over almond shaped, silvered blue eyes. His fingers stilled awed at the image before him.

Wings slowly close around Boulder, sheerness suddenly opaque. With a shudder and a sigh, it opened it wings, once again composed. A slow smile brightened its features.

"Play for me again...." The voice was soft, as musical as the babbling stream.

His fingers caressed the strings, bringing forth gently music, growing more empassioned as Boulder dipped its head and teased a forked tongue along the tempting span of his throat. His eyes closed as he moaned softly.

"What are you?" he groaned.

His arousal was heaven to its senses, and Boulder purred as it licked again. Sharp teeth grazed along his collar bone. He shivered, arching his body in response.

Its voice played softly along his mind. Each word was a gentle drop of rain, falling to sizzle on his desire.

"Many names have I been called. Succubi, Fae, Heaven, Hell... What I offer is payment for your pleasure."

"please..."

His strangled whisper screamed his need to Boulder's senses.

Reaching down, Boulder wrapped long taloned, graceful fingers around his rampant cock and began to stroke. Kneeling, its wings spread along the beach, suddenly flicked high, fluttering as Boulder wrapped its forked tongue around the sensitive head.

Each tip teased the slit, making him jerk and throb. Like a giant butterfly, Boulder lapped and stroked coaxing his pulsing flesh to explode. Its lips engulfed his cockhead, sucking each jet like the delicacy it was.

His hands slid into Boulder's silvered mane and it tilted pale blue almond eyes upwards. Slitted lids blinked once, twice, and a forked tongue lapped white froth from its lips.

"That was..." Shaking his head, the musician asked again, "What are you?"

Boulder sat back, picking up a red palm-sized stone. Trailing a talon along its surface, it carved the stone idly. Gently it took his hand and kissed the palm, dropping a self portrait in his hand. With a tightlipped smile, it touched the carved image.

"What I am, is sated. What I am... is Gargoyle."

Rising, it turned, glancing back over its shoulder and smiled. Sharp teeth glistened as something touched his leg. He started as a slim, scaled tail caressed his leg, and his cock jumped again in sudden desire. Boulder flicked its wings, turning to blow a final kiss before disappearing from sight.

In his palm, a small redstone image warmed, glowing softly.

2008dma

When I close my eyes

you're always there

just beyond reach

only a dream away

When I close my eyes

you're always there

a whisper in the dark

sharing secret longing

When I close my eyes

you're always there

brushing away the tears

gathered in my soul

2008dma

Don't be my hero
be just who you are.

Listen to my insanity.
Smile at my antics.
Smirk at the irony,
hold me through the tears.

Don't be my hero
be just who you are.

Don't claim to understand
especially when you don't.
Don't try to solve my problems,
just let me know your near.

Don't be my hero,
be just who you are.

2008dma

feet ache

head dulled

twelve hour smile

frozen in place

twenty minute drive

a life sentence

sipping caffeine

just to make it home

dinner made and eaten

scrubbing dirty pans

oddly peaceful bubble

shattered by the phone

2008dma

nail tip slides slowly
tracing sandpaper chin
kiss grazes rough cheek
breathing softly
whispering

fight it

feather soft caress
slips across parted lips
stroking rubber barrier
his resistence
is futile

you're trembling

gentle explorations
follow leathern straps
teasing pleasure trails
along tender belly
and wiry curls

not yet

taut muscles rigid
battling submission
aching need contained
in compliance
to Her will

you are Mine

gentle sliding touch
inflames a deeper fire
as teeth scrape over
sweat slick flesh
trapping pulse

Now!

liquid passion erupts
released at Her command
lost in Her desire
knees buckle
head bows

........

wrapped with in Her arms
bindings damply clinging
epiphany dawns
heart and soul
he is Hers

2008dma