Therapeutic Artistry

Forged artistry 
 Blazing creativity
 Hammering relief
 Sculpting beauty
 Pressed intensely
 Distorted memories
 Exposed melancholy
 Bending purposely
 Spilling emotions
 In each piece
 
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 Creative therapy
 

Her Poetry

Her words
Sinfully sweet
Taste of indulgence


Her poetry
Speaks to your fantasies
Deliciously deep


Dominance wrapped like candy
Sublimely appealing

prompt #writingchallenge #amwriting #Romance

Hope

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Melancholy breeze
Barefoot on the beach
Tear kissed cheeks
Ocean serenading
Sunshine shadowing doubt
Cast out to sea
Drifting tides of memories
Her life was worthy
But she couldn’t see
Washed away
A forgotten journey
Seeking peace

@800273TALK

 

Goddess

Hiding in the shadows
Ghost of fantasy
Tied to submission
Captive of primal curiosity
Deviant hauntings
Crypt of fantasies beneath
Sublime desirability
Dominant greed
Slowing infiltrating
The pleasure you seek
Let it lead you to me
Goddess in waiting




Art

Her Canvas
Crisp
White
Paper
Void of any Markings

Her Artistry
Words
Painted into Poetry

Her Instrument
Fine
Tipped
Pen
Jet Black Ink

Her Purpose
Dig
Down
Deep
Share and Release

The Affect
Reflection
Clarity
Healing
Finding Her Voice

My Soul to Keep

My Soul To Keep – Taylor Grace


https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2019/10/13/my-soul-to-keep-taylor-grace/ 

In the shadows
Forgotten peace
Silence, the thief
My soul to keep
Buried shame
Selfish needs
Lost time
Safety
Comfort
What I seek


Some days a domestic goddess, and other days a lost woman that still hasn’t bothered to brush her hair. My journey is full of life’s whimsical tales, love, laughter, heartache, trauma, passion, fantasy and everything in between.   My writing is raw, sometimes too raw but I write it anyways, it’s my truth, my voice and I will share it. I’ve been described as honest, even complicated and have a whole lot of sassy undertones, so things get interesting,  even comical at times.  You can read more of my writing at The Broken Inside Me 

Crashing

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Intoxicating
Head on collision
Intertwined bodies
Pursuing release
Never enough
Desire crashing into fantasy
Accelerated heartbeat
Heady headspace
Penetrating ecstasy
Losing our minds
Carnal sensuality
Pleasure driving greed
Grinding hips
Tongues exploring
Fingernails gripping
Panting
Body craving
Sensations amplifying
Intensity peaking
Orgasm achieved


#salemverse

What If

What if I told you


This ache
Deep in my soul
Words can’t convey

Tears in my eyes
Longing for your touch
Needing you so much
To share this night

If only

Just a moment

I would give my last breath

To view love reflecting in your eyes
To melt into your caress
Feeling the passion in your embrace
I would sacrifice everything
To stand before you
To see the smile on your face

My love

Soothe my pain
Quench this heartache
You are a part of me
Needing you so deeply

Tangled emotions
Want shadowed by need
Explained by greed
Raw beauty

Calling to me



xoxo
♥️me
9/29/2019
Thebrokeninsideofme.com

Loneliness and Me

Perched
Waiting
Hoping

Hiding in between
Wishing upon the night closing in
A dream
Just beyond her reach

Once in her journey
If only it could be
He would arrive
Speak of her Beauty
Fall madly
Trip passionately on the breeze

A secret, she did keep
More at peace in the darkness
Her comfort, solidarity

Time repeats
A hundred nights
She sits waiting
Fearing
Anticipating
Her heart growing colder
Faith in love
A total loss

Fingers gripping onto remorse
Behind her back
A flower wasting
Restoring her sorrow
Alone, forever, she will be


 

xoxo
❤ Me
9/28/2019
Thebrokeninsideofme.com

#CTU

 

Dominate Pleasures II

 

A Collaboration 
Featuring
Sir Hanz, Sirhanz.home.blog
&
Taylor Grace, Thebrokeninsideofme.com

Missed  Dominate Pleasures I, Click here 


~ Sir Hanz ~

The door was heavy, 

 Dark wood carved with sayers and maidens

 Pagan sex and ravens

 It creaked an ominous groan as I opened the way

 Would she run or would she stay

 Boots echoed on the wooden floor

 As I past the portal of dark folklore

 I never looked back

 Gazing ahead at whips on the rack

 A smile crept upon my face

 This place was mine.. every inch my space

 I heard her heels click upon the planks

 And silently gave thanks

 Now was the test

 When she beheld what was in store

 Would she run

 Or hunger for more

 The Andrew’s cross and suspension rings

 Belts and crops, such wonderful things

 Rope in soft cotton and roughened jute

 To bind her like a woman of ill repute

 Cuffs and clamps hang on the wall

 A padded bench to hold my doll

 Now was the time.. I had to turn and see

 Finding her eyes.. she was looking at me

 

 In the dim light I took her hand

 I could tell she was waiting for my command

 You are a beauty in leather and lace

 And i can see the need upon your face

 Now you have seen what I may employ

 To bring you rapture, pain and joy

 Now is the time for you to choose

 Will you walk out the door or be mine to use

 I stroked her cheek with gentle caress

 “Now choose, Leave or Undress”

∼•∼


~ Taylor Grace ~

 

Once again, I blindly follow him

Anxious energy tingling every part of me

Statuesque beauty seeking naughty pleasures

My mind filled

Thoughts peak

Heighten sensations rush, in the air around me

Eyes wide

I step inside

Heart is racing

Full of fear and lust

I will let him take me

Aroused

Ready for him to use me

I want this so deeply

Shit!

He speaks

His voice breaking the silence, startles me

Sir I want to continue”

Clothes Off”, he sternly commands

I comply and await further instruction

∼•∼


His dominance intriguing and seductive to her. Now that she has chosen to stay, What has Sir prepared?

More will be revealed next week

 

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