My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything Help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell Help me you make me …
Conference Room Table Revisited – By Stephanie Scarlett
I am on fire. I am jealous. I am in need. I am tired of this loneliness, and of this separation. Most of all I am tired of wondering if I had misjudged what we have. I spent so much time pining away and wanting her. I never expected to be in this position again, …
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I Will Cry For You – By Stephanie Scarlett
I will cry for you I will cry for you I will wash away your pain with all my tears And drown your fear I know this is not right… But, I want it… I always want it. I see his eyes, they linger on my breasts a little longer than a ‘priests’ would. I …
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I Would Die For You – By Stephanie Scarlett
I would die for you I would die for you I've been dying just to feel you by my side To know that you're mine Smith Island… 1995… I gave in. Her body was there… She was there… She wanted me. He wanted me. I am confused now as to how this actually happened. I …
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No Title – By Stephanie Scarlett
I want every single piece of you I want your heaven and your ocean's too Treat me soft but touch me cool I wanna teach you things you never knew, baby Bring the floor up to my knees Let me fall into your gravity And kiss me back to life to see Your body standing …
One Shot Short – Stephanie Scarlett
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life I need her. I want her…. I worship her. I could give a shit less about …
POV Series – By Stephanie Scarlett
Marlena I can feel him watching me. It's not unusual for him to do so, he's always been possessive, as well as simply attuned to my body. He knows me. The me that stays hidden beneath proper suits while I work, the me that only he has ever known and will ever know. It's more …
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