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TheScheherezadeFeint
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female
United States

Stories

Series

Under blinding strain Of push, and pull, Before the rain, A scrawny creature Relaxes, hoping beyond measure For another glimpse of her very own master. With breath pounding in her chest, She does as she is bidden, Alarms sounding at her behest, She is hunger overridden. Burdened by arousal delirious, and irreversible, Screaming forth in desirous mating call, Her appeal is... Undeniable. Driving into her is fury buried In...

I can't look back, at what I left in my wake; it's already time to go once more. Would have left a note, if I had a shred of tact, but I just allowed myself one last mistake... Didn't say I'd be back soon, just that I was just going out to the store. I don't care how I'm berated, I know exactly who to call, I hear your voice and I'm elated, Even though it's only voicemail. Screw the razor's edge, this road will be rocky a...

In love, in pain, a lonely pearl lending voice to song; twisted and bent, and not so slender. What can be done for a girl with self-image gone wrong, caged forever in blurry gender? Blank stare, hypnotic whorl, shattering passion, loud as a gong... Her hand raised as her only defender. Authoritative, humbling, governing churl, enemies gouged upon a vicious prong... Neither pain nor lust can bend her. In front of the mirro...

Synthetic Hours

Violet's night job is taking a toll...

Flashing blue light and a blasting alarm jarred Violet awake. The light turned red, bathing the bare walls in a hellish glow. Shift change. Two hundred people were waking up, removing their wires, pulling back the sheets. Within seconds, the concrete chamber was echoing with the sound of hundreds of feet clad in traction socks landing upon its floor. Violet looked at the dimly illuminated screen at the foot of her bed. 'A...

The Virgin's Gambit

Sonnet #9: In reflective hexameter and heptameter, and Petrarchan rhyme.

Nightly, lightly the dance continues, echoes on Lightning quick, chancing eternity, just for possibly. Slightly, sprightly, another stab at plausibly; Counterstroke, counterpoint, turning, spinning like a boson. Each thrust and parry of words halts hearts, as a great oak sawn. Each singular step executed sensibly, Not even one footfall is mistaken, so flexibly, Serpentine ever, to the sound of virgo's song.Puritanical rha...

The Revels

Sonnet #8; in alternating pentameter and hexameter, and Shakespearean rhyme

It's funny, the way that little things fall, Drops of crystal rain split in haphazard fashion- All things are fragile, no matter how small. A glass of wine shattering in rough hewn passion... Lover's limbs tangle, glittering shards dance On a ruby ocean. A river of scarlet Runs as hot blood frozen, lost to the trance, Hypnosis of skin... So much more than a harlot. Braids of blossoms drift, corsets held aloft. Unending sy...

Beware, Beware, the Lover's Snare

Sonnet #7: In alternating pentameter and tetrameter, and Spencerian rhyme

Drenched in desire, lovely the hours Flit away, exquisitely sped. An umbral, knightly presence looms – towers Like memory, over the bed. Emblazoned with eros, swallowing dread, Warm hands scurry beneath a skirt. Words of lust bloom brightly as they are said: “Be still, love, this one's gonna hurt.” Melodic voices soaring sing and flirt, High now, on the pleasure of one, Lost to urgency, playing in the dirt, Reveling in th...

Night Work

Sonnet #6: In alternating trimeter and tetrameter, and Shakespearean rhyme.

Wake up cold, scream out loud, Against silence and absent sound. Aroused, bold, cut the crowd, Feline frenzy on broken ground. Gowned in pretty tatters, Aching bodies pounce, hard as stone. Lustful whimsy shatters The house, of feather, pane and bone. Never worked after dawn, Never lent mind to laws nor crime. Suppose tonight it's gone, Forever, for always this time. Imagine that this sun Is to be the very last one.

Somniloquy On A Midwinter's Eve

Sonnet #5: In trimeter and Spencerian rhyme

Shivering, reviling Fading horrid nightmares, Shoot straight upright, smiling. Lust, love, and dear despairRendered naked and bare, Lurk beneath Winter's ice- Trapped in nearest nowhere. Just a roll of the dice From wine and sacrifice, A grand soliloquy- Apologies, paradise. Purest ventriloquy. Heat within burns again, Pricks like pins, tastes like sin.

Thief of Hearts

Sonnet #4: In tetrameter and Spencerian rhyme.

Stroke of genius, delirium, The map stained by a final hex, Delicious pandemonium Flows like rain... The perfect annex- Launched on a navy of shipwrecks. Treacherous, wild, desperate, Beholden to an ancient lex; Each moment blurred, yet separate... Every friend a confederate. In outlawed kisses, voices found Chatter soft, dark directorate; Vertigo of the blossom-crowned. Together again, 'til the end- Blood-quenched steel...

The Nettle Queen

Sonnet #3: In pentameter and inverted Petrarchan rhyme.

Quick predator, rendered still and quiet By the tenderness of night, and dripping Of love alight. Stinging of fresh venom, Voices whispering in cold breath sigh it Like willows drifting, like nettles whipping Under midnight blue storm clouds of denim. Restless, thirsty, brave, and hungry for sex; Fearsome, strong and courageous, carrying The pennant. Somnambulist, tarrying Over pennies, lovers, time, and apex, Red widow,...

Nightshade and Blackberry

Sonnet #2: In hexameter and Petrarchan rhyme

Hunted in starlight, haunted, consumed by shadow; Night overwhelming, all bodies awakening. Fluttering eyes blink like butterflies, blackening- Onyx with enlarged pupil, piercing the window. Darting swift, sharp like icicles, through ebb and flow, The storm has come, and the ropes are fast weakening. Gasping, grasping, and breathless efforts quickening... Awake again and twice as mad. Slip, slither, go! Colorful wings sla...

Elegant, beautiful, I was the belle of the ball. ...I was meant to be, anyway. Just last night... The stress of everything had been starting to get to me. Work. Family. Life. Planning the... it. Everything was building, coalescing, and then, quite suddenly, it stopped. It was over. I didn't feel it anymore. I was free. He left me. An instant, a flash, a horrifying blast of anguish. He was just... gone. Absent. Vanished. A...

Tears of Honey

Sonnet #1: In heptameter and Shakespearean rhyme

A flock of statues, breathy with instinct, are hiding, bare. Near perfect silence. Sand flows, hands tick, and pass the hours Quick as they are loud. Time is trapped inside this hold, this lair; Sunless, vacant, void; the most important place for flowers. Crying out for pleasure, for love, howling “Doctor, Doctor!” Nefarious, warm in the ecstasy of a princess, Muzzle-down in the petals, a most vigilant proctor. Swollen pi...