Shadowdancer's blog: "~Bent(Erotica)~"

Shadowlife In the darkened shadows I have always watched on the frindges, wondering what is thee pointe?? Life and existance, love and sex My shadowlife my dark life.. Would you care to play with me in the theater of the damned?? The Kiss of the whip on my milk white skin? The length of silk that ties me to thy bed?? The sweet anticipation of seeing you the secrecy and dark erotica. I yearn for your touch, to feel your hands on my flesh making my blood race. To kiss eroticas face with thee and the thoughtof our bodies writhing heated on a black silk bed. Dark seductions and erotic moans.. The fear of being caught in a public place or seen by passers by ah such sweet wanderings in a lustful haze..You yank down my pants and thrust thy shaft in..sinking in my velvet Chamber Warm and bechoninging to thee Gripping and sliding our bodies writhe Your grip on my wrists and thrust them above my head My skin reddens with my blood coursing heated by yout rough grasp.. In my shadowlife I await thee.. 4-25-07 5:41am ~Shadowdancer~ ~Crh~

Used to believe in rainbows I used to believe in rainbows and have irridecent dreams. I used to believe in beauty in its various schemes I used to believe in unicorrns, and the ancient fae. I used to love to dance between night and day. Now all I yearn for is a simple dream, To be loved and honored and held in some esteam. I am always in the Shadowland. My heart belongs to only one, it is his to command. Through pain beauty is clarified and in the darkness true love resides. I used to believe in majick and true loves first glow. I still believe in beauty I still believe in grace. I have had the fortune to feel Erotica's true embrace Time is sometimes fleeting, sometime time is all we have. It is in the darkened hours, just before the day Where Nymph and Seraphim dance and keep the pain at bay. I used to believe in rainbows, I guess I still believe in dreams. I await you my beloved Shadowboi, Where angels and deamons keen. ~Shadowdancer~ 6-5-06 CRH

Gothic Rose Dark angel hair ebon black and skin translucent white walking down the corrider of the damned in the stille of the night. Searching for a reason to live She has all her life done nothing but give. Searching for answers to the timeless question, "what defines true love?' Cross the field of broken glass, love tha has been destroyed. Through a darkened door, into the abyss, the black void. Dark angel, perhaps the the last gothic rose. She is the star here in her private theater of the damned. She is the mistress, her lackeys to command. She can be cruel and kind at the same time. There is no reason, no cohearant rhyme. With her famous harlequin smile She seduces them with a dance, some deceit but no guile. They cry softly "Will you shadowdance with me?' there are many promising things on bended knee. She ignores them all and continues to dance. She does cavort and of course dance. Long ago the Dragon seduced her with a timeless dance. Was it true love or fairy tail romance? Time was short for him and her, But in that time they did dance and whirl. With his ghost voice he calls to her still. "come dance with me between heaven and hell, where angels and demons dance with me on the brink of madness and insanity just to here loves last cry." Sge remembers those dark eyes, pools that she could swiim in forever and she smiles, that infamous harlequin smile. Dark angel, hair ebon black and skin translucent white continues down the corrider of the damned in the stille of the night. Through the mists of time and space masked faces,and fevrent intamate embraces. Many were her lovers, but none stole her heart ..well except 2.. A poet dreamer and a decadent dark erotic screamer.. she tells them both "through pain beauty is clarified" To each it means different things She shadowdances back half a step, to the land of the rising sun Ah, to be there, in that land everything waws so mystical. before the enevatible comming of darkness and dispair. she felt free there, wings no longer clipped. Till the duties of reality called her back to her private Hell. She whispers "Through pain beauty is clarified" She still loves Her Shadowboi and the darkness of the night. She Cries eyes lifted unto heaven she is no longer her pure self, dark angel not white. So she Dances in the mist alone and confused. With her infamus harlequin smile, and her inate erotic grace. She dances in her secret place She is and always be Shadowdancer She dances and twirls Many watch with amazement and awe Gothic Rose, A Shadowdancer Midnight Screamer Dark erotic poet dreamer. She dances at midnight albaster skin gleaming bright.. still waiting at midnight for her dance with nosferatu. Unfinished. 3:15 A.M 4-4-06 ~Shadowdancer~ CRH

White theighs incased in black lace .. crimson lips that have kissed eroticas face. flame hair blowing in the breeze. .a sensual seduction erotic tease soft lips on thy body trail.. sensual kisses from head to tail. lovers entwined sharing dark desire.. s angels and deamons watch wondering what will transpire.. soft lips a feathery caress . in a sillouette i slowly undress shall I shadow dance for thee. .an erotic seduction on hand and knee.. lips that tease and make thee swell showing you the pleasures of heaven and hell.. dance with me beautiful dreamer .. make love to me mightnight erotic screamer take me to shadowspace .. let me again feel eroticas grace. .lovers meet through a breif momment in space and time .. taste of me my lips of crimson wine.. make love to me so sweet and devine.. ~Shadowdancer~ 1-1-06

Masks In the shadows where I dream, In the shadows where I scream. Caught between sanity and the abyss Subdued perhaps by loves first kiss Is love an illusion or is it a dream Things are seldom what they seem The promise of peace. The promise of sweet release. Can I just get back to my center? To find my core... I want things the way they were before. Lost in the sweet mask of Erotica’s grace A nameless Shadow without a face I want to be loved for what resides within my soul. I want a place I can go To be with the one I adore Someplace distant by a shore Simple dreams, Ah nothing is truly as simple as it seems Constrained by bonds not of my making I gave my heart It was for the taking.. I have no regrets save one Sometimes I fear things are over just before they have begun I know no way except lock my self in a shell Live in yet another form of hell I try talking and am meat with ice Here again in a prison of my device So I put on the mask I used to wear The happy beautiful one that seems without worry or care. Don’t let them see it is my soul that bleeds Don’t let them see even I need Wear the mask things will be alright As I cry myself to sleep at night It is not him that causes this pain.. Just circumstance where others seek to gain I try to be patient Try to be true It just seems it the past revisited again anew Click, click goes the keys in the middle of the night When I wish things would just be alright I am alone in the land of the damned. But it was my choosing ultimately to come to this land Soft whispers in the still of night as fallen angels once again take flight Blackened whispers as the golden ones smile with glee Would it be better if I were on hand and knee I feel so frustrated but I must wear the mask. For to express my feelings Could bring this love to its last Ah the irony I came here to be free Now it seems it is just another mask for me ~Shadowdancer~ 10-23-05 12:22am

The Cusp In the time between night till dawn Where right is not white and black not wrong Where the demons and seraphim meet to play The shadow time between night and day Where white meets black and creates grey Betwixt the river Styx and stream of life There is a place called the well of souls Where demons ascend and angels go Mystical magical is the middle ground Where decadence runs rampant and the lost are found One in neither sinner nor saint in the Cusp One can simply be free Between time and space Where Erotica has truly shown her grace Come follow me and take my hand Let us dance through the Shadowland ~Shadowdancer~ September 10 2005 757am