To Cage The Animal In Me
Naked, bare to the
world,
all because I let
myself be stripped.
The soul that has
awakened in me,
is pissed.
Blood of my blood,
all that runs thru
these veins
The Calling of the
Blood,
from the graves of
yesterday.
She has awakened,
all stare and bow down
in wonder.
Been a long time in
coming,
careful with her...
she was sleeping for a reason.
She rules her world,
she knows nothing of
right nor wrong.
Running purely on
instinct,
only answering the soul
of the song.
Someone has dared to
awaken her,
the beautiful dreamer
within.
Pity the fool that
crosses her sights,
defiles the hollow
ground of her ancestors.
Send her back to
slumber..
for her to wake is to
call her blood of her blood...
Magic older than you or
I
awakens within her from
sleep...
The seals have been
broken...
say goodbye to the one
you know
and welcome the
destruction this one brings
in the time where
everything is covered in snow.
Send her back from all
control
let her fly free
But I digress my child...
it is far to late now to cage the animal in
me...
- Julia Polson
Dec 2nd/07
About Her Latest Lover
His beautiful, expressive eyes close for sleep,
oh how his passion for me burned true
He unlocked an entire world in me,
I whisper gently “crafty bastard making me desire only you”
You look so peaceful in your rest,
corruption or temptation was my first intent.
You bent me to your will,
hours later my wanton desire is spent.
Funny how I look at your angelic face,
and think of something strong, constant and pure;
odd that I wish to believe that this exists;
Surprisingly how easily I fell into the ecstasy of your kiss.
I could close my eyes and recall every touch,
every time his hands sought fulfillment in me.
Every time he whispered how he wanted to embed himself,
to be more than just a memory.
I can feel the pleasant ache of his presence inside of me,
I can taste his flavor once more exploding on my tongue,
Our sinful scents fill the air and you see,
the body still quivering blissfully...
His moans and urgings still fill my ears,
this is no angel cuddled to my breast.
Still, he is marvelously beautiful and otherworldly,
this angelic masculine man that desires only me.
You would have to be strong to keep me,
I am not one for being tame.
Ruthless, possessive, affectionate, compassionate,
be careful that being with me is your aim.
For I will not always bend to your will,
I will not always be this forgiving of your manipulation.
There is no rest for the wicked...
and I so rarely sleep...
– Julia Polson
– March 16, 2010
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