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Name: Lanius |
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Location: Dayton, OH |
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Country: United States |
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Member Since: July 2, 2008 |
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Number of Posts: 71 |
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Age/Gender: 41 / M |
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Zodiac Sign: Leo |
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Status: Single |
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Sexual Preference: Girls |
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Open To: Friends |
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About Me: What I do is not necessarily what I am. I am different, but accept that difference as something that empowers me and makes me unique. I am about accepting the darkness within me and embracing that darkness to make me whole. I am about celebrating the thresholds: Body and spirit, pleasure and pain, life and death.
I live my life as a message to the world about the beauty of accepting the whole self, of living without guilt or shame, and celebrating the unique and beautiful essence of every single soul. |
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Body Alterations: Lifes journey is etched upon my skin...good times...bad times....laid out in black and white and a myriad of colours..a journey that is ongoing.... |
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Favorite Bands: Static-X, Who hates Paris Hilton, KoRn, Vampire Lovers, Rock Chicks Rule!, Nine Inch Nails...many, many more |
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Likes: It's the way I feel when my hands descend. When my fingers gather the strands of your hair, intimate gesture born gentle, but with aspirations of cruelty. Twining it around my fingers, silken threads that weave themselves into a pattern of acquiescence, the act becomes a ritual, and the ritual a prayer upon my lips. I would make of it a vessel of verisimilitude, when in truth it is merely a means to an end, an illusion meant to be as distracting as it is disingenuous. It is the shadow play enacted along the wall our limbs become entwined. |
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Pet Peeves: Any fucker that thinks they have right to judge another... |
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Posted: 08/27/08 at 03:22 PM |
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| Dance with me |
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Dance with me
Take my hand. I'm offering it to you fingers uncurled, palm inviting you to feel the warmth of my skin.
Take the offer it is an urgent one. I need exactly what you have to offer me.
Your fingers. Your delicate fingers, so cool as they lace with mine, wrapped in my strength as I pull you closer, stepping to the side. It is a dance. Read the language I'm offering you, silence that screams louder thanh any words.
I can feel the heat that starts to pour off of your skin like water. Your fingers burn with mine, still locked together. My palms blister where they clasp your hips, squeezing so that the blood, yours or mine, seeps through my fingers.
Another step.
Closer. I can smell the scent of you, it melts into my skin finer than any vapour, any mist.
Your lips fascinate me, parted just that fraction I need. I inhale. Spin, twirl you away and back to me.
Another step.
Feel my palm inch up your skin and press into the valley between your breasts, fingers splayed. Another Step. I feel your rapid heartbeat, drumming like a bird, while your body moves in step with mine.
Inhale again.
Those fingers slide to your neck and I pull you closer, your breathing becomes faster, your eyes swimming in the tears starting to well there. the room moves in a dizzying motion as we both shift, eyes focused only on one another.
Your mouth lifts, your eyes close and shed the moisture there in silver streams down your cheeks. Our mouths touch, and you exhale, only to turn to ash in my arms.
I exhale that gift I took from you and wait. My eyes closed. Standing in the dark, listening to that devils music in my head. Compelling me to move.
Another step.
When I open my eyes again you are reborn.
Do you dance with me again? |
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