Chapter 7

"The Art of Seduction"
Chapter 7- "The Charmer"
Seducers have more than one seductive personality. I believe that The Charmer should be added to my last post.

Chapter 3

"The Art of Seduction"
Part One: Chapter 3- 'The Ideal Lover'

After reading this chapter I feel as if I know an Ideal Lover... Their charm is a lost art, and highly effective in seducing. The dedicate themselves to you, making you feel like a Goddess...like you're the only one. The focus on every aspect of you, but most importantly the small things... The things that secretly matter most.
Back to reading.

Learning

My head aches with pain,
My body sick,
But my soul passionate.
Before I close my eyes I see light in the vaguest way.
Naked, I'm lying face down...
Pillow beneathe my chest,
Wet curls grace my bare back...
I inhale sweet oxygen
And exhale toxic energy.
I am learning to alter energies, to accept and to reject them.
But I am merely a student...
I am a master at seduction, mind control, body control.... But that is simply here in an earthly realm.
It is time to expand my prowess to the universe.

She comforts me.
She encompasses me and holds me in the night... I will succumb to her, only to gain knowledge and love.

Sudden

I heard a whisper in my sleep,
Felt a touch in my daze.
Somebody played with my hair, and caressed my rosey cheeks.
I struggled to open my weary eyes,
But managed to smirk.
A ghost?
Maybe.
Spiritual Awakening?
Probable.

Blue Pills

I thought this little blue pill was supposed to help,
It did...14 days, but now what?
Is my body consuming it as regular, as "norm"
"I want to be happy" she screamed in silence
She clawed at her own skin,
Searching for a magic pill within.

Could you have been happiness? I fear so, I fear not. But all I know is that,
I couldn't stop.

Fourteen days, blue little pills, zombie was made, for their thrill.

Taste of Illness

Wrecked in illness, drenched in temptation
Body screaming for lustuous virtue.
Close my eyes, I can feel your finger tips between my thighs.
Eyes open, and you're gone.
Close again, you're back my friend.
Dancing hand in hand, one with the wind.
I know you feel me, through our energy,
Undeniably fatal.
Would you kiss me? Hold, or miss me?
Would you see me, and walk the other way?
How would it end? This treacherous venom...
My teeth sink into your supple skin,
Your blood is all I taste.

Dizzy, Drunk & Delerious

I wanna pour tequila down your throat ,
Remind you why we are lovers.
Make you dizzy, drunk and delerious off of my love.
My passion's undeniable, as I kiss around your waist.
Distance couldn't make me forget, how sweet your innocence tastes.
Let's pick a destination, and buy one way tickets for ourselves,
We don't have to tell a soul, it's our business, no one else's.
So you grab the Patron, and I'll be there dressed in lace...
Remind you why we're lovers, I'll make your poor heart race.

Flatlined and "Sane"

Drenched
Wretched and drenched in emotionless
Emotions.

Want to scream, want to laugh, want to cry-
but caged.
But... content.

Is this normal?
To accept the unaccepted?
To retrieve peace in such a short amount of time?
To regain... "sanity"
(which feels so insane to me)

I feel more sane when I'm lost, when I'm crying, when I am anxious
Than when I am ... flatlined

...^...^....^..............^........................................

Horns

You may only see my halo,
but my darling I hate to say,
that the only way it's staying up is by my jagged horns.
In all good, there is some evil
Evil, I can't explain.
But fear itself is my enemy, while anxiety remains
My friend where have you been?
Through thick, and tidal thins
Engulfed in treacherous waves of sin- with me and you,
and You with Him.

We pray to the unknown- the universe, for her peace
When the reality is my dear- that we can only reach
Serenity upon request of a soul's reckoning.

Wrecked on the seashore of hope,
I gaze at the stars and see -
The north star is calling me her way,
Is it only a matter of days?
We all know days become years, and years become tears...
and tears...
Well they are just salt water floods of emotions from the gates of our hearts.

My wings have been clipped,
Or frayed,
Or torn
On my fall down to earth.
Which is my hell.

But my halo remains,
Perched on my horns.

Prozac

Chest caving in,
Tears crashing down,
Salty waves .
Here we go again

Breathing fast,
Deeply
Can't
Catch it.
Gasp

Tight spaces
Blurred vision
Nails digging,
Hair pulling

Choking

Collapse.

Euphoria,
Even just for a moment.
Day two,
Caged and trying to break free...
Yearning for freedom.
Chain free, from myself.

Medicated,
An option tried, an option refused,
And now...
Medicated again
Prozac.
"No side effects, just happy, just...Normal"
She said.

Pop
Day One- sleepy, yet calm, numb... Yeah, numb.
Day Two- euphoric, but baseline, not manic like usual... Still calm, just being... Anxiety in the afternoon, clarity in the evening.

Day Three- we will see


Zen.
Is it possible a little blue pill provides it?

Ink

Buzzing
Two places at once.
Ink
Surrounding me in more ways than one.
1930's music dances through the air-
New found obsession.

Cool breeze, high ceilings.
Open spaces- in more ways than one.

It's almost lulling- Peace restored.
Itching, to get another, to be another, to see another
To hear another.
Ink, spilling onto these pages, and onto a loved one's skin.

Moderation- a word I've never known,
Balance- a word I crave, and seem to manage immensely.
A story, written in so many ways.

A smile, a joyful heart- a peaceful feeling in the
Anxiety of caution.

Blessed- that distance and connection
are graciously sprinkled throughout my life.

Misconnected

How is it that an itch
Can be so right?
Coming to terms that it is not just a feeling,
But a fact.
Connections to others so strong,
You feel a stabbing pain in your gut.
Brutal.
Something happened,
What? I am unsure... But this pain in my gut is physically torturing my already fragile body.
To scratch the itch.
Do we act on pain, languages of pain with concoctions of love?
Of lust.
I close my eyes and inhale.
It's as if I am breathing in unison with another- another so foreign , yet so sweetly familiar.

Did it ever even happen? Are we living but a dream?
Connect with me through the stars and the moon, when I sob at night do you taste my tears? When I beam in the sun, do you smile with me?

But this is all just a reminder that I am disconnected.
Misconnected.