Nina's Nook

stops mid step... slowly adjusting to the dark... letting sounds flood as skin prickles, knowing
 
watching .... slipping closer, letting my head pause at her neck ..... inhaling her scent ...... knowing
 
feeling heat... hearing breath... she does not turn, she leans just so much, slowly
 
letting her neck lean against my lips in slow motion, allowing just a brush .... then moving again ......
 
she exhales feeling feeling soft warmth that tingles long after is gone, she turns
 
quickly reaching out, her finger tips barely brush retreating warmth
 
her fingertips brush him ...... he almost reaches back, wanting to pull her close ...... but he must go soon ......
 
her fingers curl in the wake of cooling air... she blows a kiss into the dark.... and turns
 
he looks back as he leaves ..... soon he will stay longer ..... and finish the dance ....


G'night Miss Nina ...... grinning and blowing a kiss ....
 
she spins and falls laughing into her cushioned couch, stretching into teasing slumber....

G'night SR -smiles softly as her laugh echos-
 
enters her little world heading straight for the fireplace. She builds a blistering tiny inferno and watches it for long moments....

Turning she crosses to her other thinking spot, stepping up on the side she coaxes off her second skin and drops herself into the steaming depths...


She soaks, splashes and giggles for a good long while...

Rising from the water she steps steaming from the stone bath...
crossing the room she wraps herself in a thick blanket and curls herself by the fire...

Stretchng lightly she pulls her laptop close and begins to write...
 
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Voice

When will the voice in my head stop screaming

that which tells me I am in pain

I know I am, yet I cannot truly feel it

one pain compounding upon another

one pain drowning out another.. over and under

twisted through it, I cannot feel just the one or just the other

I move stiffly, staggered and slow,

I dream of grace and beauty, yet my dreams have me swimming in fog

No touch from another is all too soothing

yet not being touched by another kills me

I wish for different pain, to mask or block or flood

I wish for the scream in my head to wrent from my chest

to be released in the pleasure of pains lost battle

can I sleep the sleep of dreamers, no

I sleep the sleep of the dead, no vision upon waking

no thoughts of life without this pain

to the ones that think of holding me

you will make me cry

a simple grasp, a hug, a caress and more

all cause me to cry out

yet not being touched by another kills me

do you touch or don't you

will my tears be yours to hold or mine to give away

I live each day in pain that screams

but I need to know

can you take the pain I can

can you heed that sirens call

can you scream till your voice leaves you

and live another day

can you bend and break and be remade

or will you bow your head and leave me

I will never seek you out, only step out to be seen

you will come willingly for what you think you need

can I bend and break and remake you

can my touch scream inside your head


~Nina :rose:~​
 
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Holding my finger to your lips, closing my eyes, feeling the silent screams ...
 
her lips curled into a smile, watching his eyes close.... She spun away... turning off the light.....


the dance...


her whisper echoed from every direction.............................. Can you still feel me....


 
I

Hearts can be broken over and over

It should never be done by the same person

Spirits can be ripped apart, bit by bit over time

Hearts can be mended over and over, given the soul is willing

Spirits can be stitched together, stronger than they were

I am willing and I am strong.​
 
Slipping onto the room.

Spider senses tingling.
There seems like a lot of pent up ....... angst in here.
Mixed with .... a heady dose of heat.

Deciding to lighten things up, he heads to the bookshelf.
Looks around to make sure Miss Nina isn't around, he busies himself for the next few minutes.
Turning books upside down, re-arranging their order on the shelf.
Even facing some of the spines into the shelf so the titles can't be seen.
Stepping back, grinning, satisfied with his handywork, he slips out again.
 
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-laughs-...
bit of a lot of both :p

buried in one of her couches she watches him
chuckling happily to herself that its not an OCD day..
she still flips all the spines right side out but leaves the rest.
laughing to herself she returns to her favorite spot by the fire...
 
Easing into a soft leather chair. The cool leather a welcome relief from the effects of too much sun and pool water.

He eyes his new PC suspiciously, theres a mountain of softaware to reload, and dreading any product key conflicts when he bothers to reinstall all his games.

Closing his eyes ....
 
She pads over to him catching the scent pool additives before silently dropping a cool kiss on his warm lips...

Smiling mischievously she steps around to the back of the chair and smooths her icy hands along his neck and shoulders. She smiled to herself as his skin warmed her too cool fingers.
 
her hands warmed over time as he disolved into the RW on the other side of the world


Gathering herself she stoked the fire and curled in close to watch the flames dance thier dance.
 

come here little girl

I don't care what your name is




come here little girl

I don't care if you think you're pretty




come here little girl

crawl across the glass




come here little girl

to live upon your knees




come here little girl

feed me your tears




come here little girl

I want to make you scream
 
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