sighs, this Superman sweats me so hard..

and if only I could cheat and not call for this Brothel of Pain.
he makes me dumbfounded.
signed!

and if only I could cheat and not call for this Brothel of Pain.
he makes me dumbfounded.
signed!

no I am hung up on having to start all over again. you have no idea how long I have waited.
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
that makes me cry.
~the lady Aislin~

In ode to Superman.

at first I thought I would have his time
and he would have mine
it’s like this dot
dot
dot
stab into their heart,
that I may keep these sinful thoughts of
kind.
my Dearest Dearest God, I hate when I
dance like a monkey in a jungle and I can
not help that I feel myself this wild and
wishing verily I could say, fuck this dick
fingering shit.
wishing the orange lights would bleed.
I am a demon child.
shoot
shoot
shoot the orange train of no ones
my eyes do dream dance it is time to
peek
I am awakened
I am this unsuitable hope
And so I get up
squinting
realizing
he is never there but only inside my dreams made up.
and this is
why
I get no sleep
the lady Aislin.

I really felt we had a connection and I really thought he could tie me.
I did
he don’t
we could
he won’t.

he doesn’t want me nor
understand me and protected like this
I am the dying breed.
I am Aislin,
the could have been some “thing.”

i was available and so was He.
I took charge and this is my penance, it’s too late, there is this man, and as you can see, he has my head.
He is very nice to me and I am begging to stay until he is no longer with me, amused or pleased.
I would never use a safe word and I better mention he has rope so I might get hung.
kiss kiss…
and
live live.
signed.
I am to stay focused.
myDearest Ching,
while you have lived life all along, what myDarlin can you say I, did. Other than I have watched and survived, like a good little slave too, asking for nothing but your guidance, so, please don’t give me ultimatums when it is you that has gone off and me, you have left as you know exactly what I am capable of, you know I am also a cunt, a bitch and you accepted knowing damn well with me it is all about finding peaceful balances.
and it is all I have ever asked.
Your lady, Aislin.
I came to the puddle. I could not cross it. Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell.
(via delicatelybruised)