Episode 66: Monochrome Madness 18+
Written by chicandchillingreads
Velvet shadows curl along your skin,
Whispers crawl where the dark dares to bite,
I trace the sin your silence keeps within,
And drape the night around our tangled delight.
Candles shiver as I taste the air,
Your pulse a drum beneath my fevered lips,
Every gasp a confession, raw and bare,
I steal the stars while the world slowly slips.
Fingers like ink, writing fevered command,
Your sighs are letters only I can read,
I bend the rules with the curve of my hand,
Till madness blooms in our delicious need.
The mirror catches every wicked glance,
Our shadows dance like lovers gone insane,
I pull you deeper in this frantic trance,
Where pleasure burns and reason feels the pain.
Lips collide like lightning on the skin,
Electric sparks that scream in black and white,
We taste the chaos buried deep within,
And laugh at morals fading with the night.
Crimson thoughts drip down the silent walls,
Our breaths a storm no calm can ever tame,
I chase your hunger through these haunted halls,
Till every gasp confesses just my name.
~
Episode 67: You are a mosaic of stained glass
Written by aaron.demonbrun
I will move over you
like evening settling into stained color
deepening everything it touches
revealing what was already there
but never noticed in daylight
like dusk discovering gold
in the quiet curves of glass,
the way shadow makes brilliance
more honest
I won’t rush the glow from you
I’ll let it rise.
slow as warmth returning
to hands that forgot
what gentleness feels like
here
you won’t have to perform
you won’t have to prove
I will trace you
the way twilight traces cathedral stone
not to change its shape
but to honor the architecture
that has always held light
when your breath softens
when your body eases
out of its practiced vigilance
I will still be there
not taking
not demanding
only deepening
only revealing
how luminous you already are
when the world finally grows quiet
~
Episode 68: Poetry ASMR
Written by lunalovelystardust
She goes quiet,
when the stars
hang in the sky.
Her lips softly
parted, silently.
Why would she
speak?
For what words
possibly could
decorate or add
more beauty to
the night, than the
light of the silver
moon?
~
Episode 69: Poetry Reading
Written by Anureet
An empress
to impress
& impress upon
a slick discipline
entwined with
a decisive directive
for a
devotional submissive
stance
& wild regency
& authoritative agency
& a lasting legacy
~
Episode 70: Vignette
Written by dark_witchy_goddess
With trembling hands, I place my heart upon my worn obsidian altar. This heart- this crudely yet lovingly stitched-back- together piece of me-beats out a strong and frantic rhythm. I step back, at first looking at my heart, seeing how fragile it looks, how beautifully ruined and imperfect it still appears to be. Even after all of the painstakingly devoted work I put into finding every piece and putting them back into place. I look up at the man standing on the other side of my altar, terrified yet hopeful and full of love.
Will this be enough for him?
Will he accept what I'm offering?
He gently caresses the jagged edges, the still-visible bruises and scars placed by those who broke it before-the unworthy, the pretenders. He cautiously scoops up this precious gift into his hands, looking closer, inspecting it. He softly smiles, gazes into my eyes, my soul, before it all deadpans into an eerily blank stare. "You still haven't learned, have you, Little Goddess? You'll never be chosen-never loved nor wanted. Why would anyone choose something so broken and damaged?"
My eyes blur with unshed tears, my soul once again fracturing apart as his words dig their claws into every corner of my being, shredding everything with no mercy. He crushes my heart in his unrelenting grip, shattering it into a thousand shards raining down upon the altar. Its light, musical tings echo throughout the chamber-his Cheshire grin and empty eyes the last thing I see before he vanishes in a cloud of smoke.