Ruthless Before Lightning Which Comes After Roar
This is third installment of my Storm series. The first can be found here and second can be found here
I almost always remember my dreams. Sometimes they are bizarre, sometimes full of horror, or sometimes crazy erotic. But always, almost always they are so vivid it can take awhile upon wakening to shake them off. This was one such dream…so lucid and visceral and real. I woke up with such an ache in my groin I cannot tell you.
Sucks to be single sometimes.
Anyhow…I hope you enjoy.
Ruthless Before Lightning Which Comes After Roar belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blue Room, The Adult Group and The Sensual WordYou.
I dreamt of you last night.
I am standing, straddling double yellow lines
of a black top two lane highway
stretched across a vast red sand desert
surrounded by cracked earth, rooftop succulents
and tumbleweeds rolling like giant spiders
I know, like you do in dreams,
that there is someone directly behind me
quiet
still
stalking.
You.
Standing there
in your big bad cloak of valiant and tall
beyond the wind scattering dust from your skin
I never see you move
yet
with every blink of my eyes
you get closer
a rattlesnake uncoiling before me
with your serpents tongue
offering candy poison caresses
flicking and licking
reaching out
towards the hairs at the nape of my neck
you get closer
A dry storm breaks out above us
thunder clamoring my ears like some suspended gong,
vibrating my insides
I know
I just know, like you do in dreams,
that I have lost
no longer clinging to the unrelenting, essential me
no hope of escaping the building quiver in my thighs
no hope of running
from the You
that exists in every grain of red sand beating against my cheeks
no hope of awakening
to reality, soothing like aloe the blisters building
beneath your
every
scorching
touch
Lightning cracks above our heads
turning the cacti and red earth
into something volatile
and thrumming
and electric
matching the need
my need
this need
growing in the hard, hard center of the runaway me
to have you inside me
to have you here with me, any way at all
I reach out for you
just inches away
and we draw down together
mouths hot and scarlet and searching
skin on skin
touching and hissing and spitting
against this concrete
and storm
I lay beneath you
blasted and breathless and full of hope
and so we fuck
like you do in dreams
with senseless, suicidal fury
until I give over
give in
wanting only to avail myself of your every
treacherous
devastating me sin
sheathed as you are in my body
your buttocks swelling and convulsing
towards the sky
my mouth screaming your name
its roar a tidal of exploding nightime
clinging and sticking like honey
I cleave off every last layer
of the wishing girl
desiring only to continue
to never stop
never
and so we fuck
with skin that guzzles you down
laps you up
opening as I am
as I do, as I must
with every thrust
my hard hearted ways to your black autumn lust
you scream my name
Trace
in a voice of nocturnal dust
as I wipe you away, all away
all away gone
from my mouth
from my thighs
from my heart
I wake up
Finally
I wake up!
My eyes open, aloft at the ceiling
chest heaving in residual waves
I lie there
sweating
sucking up great gulps of solace and air
until I notice
outside
beyond the window
clouds gather
a storm approaching
and hear your midnight voice
bouncing off walls
whispering across lightning
Trace
I tremble.
it begins again
(c) 2008 mstrace
roybarry
Oh, to be the Man of your dreams…..
mstrace replied
you made my day, saying that.
deliriousgirl
Standing there
in your big bad cloak of valiant and tall
beyond the wind scattering dust from your skin
You literally make me gasp!!!
the bad news is that now i too have that aching groin thinggie
mstrace replied
ooooh DG – where have you been??? I miss you like a mother fracker.
it was my pleasure to make you gasp and get achy in the groin thingy (heehee).
Jaybe
Senseless, suicidal fury…sounds wonderful.
Breathtaking yet again hun….xox
mstrace replied
doesn’t it? if only such a thing were as easy as ringing someone and placing an order (big sigh)...
xoxoxox
DarkHotel2
...it sucks for you to be single and us married men wish we met you in another time… faaark where were you… LOL!!!! the way you write is like cinematic genius, you conjure deep feelings washes of a world on edge of ecstacy.,. you are brilliant!
mstrace replied
DH2, cinematic genius? I swear to Gawd I’d kiss you straight on those lips of yours if you were standing right here.
thank you for such incredible compliments…
Holly Ringland
darlin’, i love the way you do what you do to words, bending them and twisting them in swirls and curls of the most incredible sensual bouquet. somehow, under your wand, you make fuck MEAN something, you make dreams burn in the belly like they’re real… and you make your ache and your quietest moments and your thoughts something tangible for us to reach out and touch with our fingertips. this piece made me thirsty, sunburnt and made my toes curl waiting for the storm to break. i for one am most definitely under your spell beautiful woman.
mstrace replied
holly, I must tell you. You see things in my writing I can only hope, in the deepest part of me, others can see. It is a constant battle, this longing to match my dark sexual nature…with someone, something meaningful. It would take a very, very special someone. I may never find him, but I can have a helluva good time writing about it!
thank you for your wit, your prose, your heart, your intelligence, and your own special blazing gifts
JenniferB
Oh that is so damn hot! lol, now why aren’t my dreams like that??? hahaha.
mstrace replied
oh thank you Jen!! I must tell you there is a downside to these kinds of dreams…you know – that unforgiving “ache” in the loins!! (hehe)
flower68
Ain’t nobody says it ike you do girlfriend.
with senseless suicidal fury
raaaar!
mstrace replied
RAAAR indeed! suicidal fury is my homage to what the French call “le petit morte”. The little death. Their way of describing an orgasm so intense one passes out. Voila…the little death!!
So I thought suicidal fury was a nice way to put it.
(cheeky grin)
flower68
Oh
.Time to update my bucket list ;-))..and I love how you put it!
mstrace replied
oh damn flower…was there supposed to be something where that little question mark is?? ;>
CherryCake
mstrace, you have a gut-wrenching, brutally sexual, riveting way with words. whoever your muse is, hold on tight. because everyone on redbubble would no doubt love to read more and more.
Ena Lü
dear star shining one,
I get itching to tell you often
like now I wanna let you know
that your words make cinematic moves
when I read them
I have the fantasy where i get to direct them
and we are both sitting in an old deco theater
somewhere in california eating popcorn and watching your
words come alive on the big screen….. everyone on the planet
needs to have that experience just once Ms Trace just once!
xox
mstrace replied
EN…darlink!
hot damn, my words turned into cinema played in an art deco theater? Talk about dying and going to heaven!!
p.s. I did get the corsets..and have found a fit! The dark purple…you should see it. Talk about scorching. Stay tuned for bmail.
Jan Cartwright
Amazing work – evocative and compelling in every way!
mstrace replied
Jan, that means so much to me, thank you sincerely for such a great compliment and for taking the time to read the piece.