 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Children: |
I don't want children |
| Education: |
College Graduate |
| Religion: |
N/A |
| Smoke: |
N/A |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Dancer |
| Body Type: |
Athletic |
| Height: |
5' 6" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Cyber Sex, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships, Getting Ass Fucked Off |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Fetishes, Domination, Bondage, Toys, Multiple People, Sadism & Masochism, Massage Oil, A Public Place, Exhibition & Voyeurism |
| Sex is Best: |
Casual, Passionate, Loving, Experimental, With a Stranger, Wild, Kinky |
| Cybersex: |
Yes |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Tell Me You Love Me, Talk Dirty to Me, Tell Me I'm The Best, Make Me Do It, Teach Me New Tricks, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Seductress/Seductor, Submissive, Loving, Dominating, Voyeur, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Fun With Toys, Nasty, Adventurous, Kinky, Aggressive, Exhibitionist |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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Social Status
| Popularity: | 0 |
| Karma: | 0 |
| Sexiness: | 0 |
| Friendliness: | 0 |
SI_Poison_NDD's Scoop
About me:
My name is Poison Angel
The sound of my voice...
Is the only thing you know.
Nothing else exists!
I am your Alpha and your Omega.
The world outside your door isn't real.
Only I am real.
I'm an amusement park made of flesh.
My pubic fur...is fine like cotton candy,
and my vagina...is made of bubblegum.
Climb inside me.
Welcome to my womb.
Live with me ... eternally!
Live in my dream, be in My fantasy.
But the truth...
Isn't all about cotton candy and bubblegum.
The flesh is governed by fire,
The soul ensconced in ice
Sin, transgression and lust fan the fires flames.
They light the way for a return to the primordial source.
And open the gates...of the underworld.
Burning the ice, awakens the soul...
And it's values from slumber.
Freeing all that once was...
and yet again can be.
GOT A LIGHT ANYONE???
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RAPTURE
There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.
A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls
fused together for a moment.
And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse,
every thought, every fear.
And I love you more.
I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content . . .
joyous that you are with me,
loving me in my nakedness.
The Collar
It's just a piece of leather
That rests upon my neck
There are no jewels upon it
Nothing for which your eye to beck.
But to a submissive it has such meaning
That no Vanilla could hope to understand
To us it is the Alpha and the Omega
For it is placed upon us by our Mistress hand.
Our vanilla sisters call us weak or foolish
To wear a sign of ownership so proud
But in the words of Master Shakespeare
"Me thinks they doth protest too loud"
For I once was as they are now
Ignorant of the joys they could not know
And as I kneel here at my Mistress feet,
I realize that the first step to being raised above them, 'tis to kneel low.
To kneel before my Mistress
As doth the willow before the storm
To offer submission for Her Dominance
This is no sickness, but 'tis the norm.
For what could be more natural
Than to accept for what my heart and soul doth crave
To kneel in pride before her and
say with pride to all the world
"She is my Mistress...i am Her slave" .
'O my poor vanilla sisters
Who upon my head heap scorn,
Look deep inside your womanhood
And understand why for you I mourn.
I am a proud, yet humble submissive
I am what I was born to be
I do not rage against the feelings
within my heart and soul
I bow and accept them...instinctively.
It rather is you my sister who rages against what you are
Though you may deny it to your final breath.
But to refuse the dreams you have
in the dark of the night...
Is this not the most bitter of all forms of death?
And when you have those dreams in the dark of night
Tell me, of the "ones" about whom you dream
Are they prim and proper and "politically correct"
Or do you dream of a somewhat darker scene?
Are those "dreams" of strong and powerful?
Do they take and then smile
as you protest that you are cruel?
Do they use whip and flogger?
Cane, oar and crop?
To control and enforce their rule?
You know the answers deep down in your soul
Though the word on your lips are like dust
You know what the truth is
You have no excuses
My sister...tho are already one of us.
The Agony and Ecstasy Of You
The chains that bind my body
hold me close and tight for You.
my essence, my power, like my love
is freely and wholly given.
In being Your slave, i find freedom.
In losing myself to You, i am found.
The bounds which hold my body,
are but nothing, to those which hold my heart to Yours.
The exquisite feel of Your torture,
The anguish of Your rapture and desire,
confounds yet calms
the maelstrom of my mind.
You take away everything,
All that i am.
Returning it, polished and radiant
More then ever it could be without You.
Heart, Body, Mind and Soul, are gifts to the Mistress.
The teacher of my life.
Who I'd like to meet:
Night Vision
Come...sit by my side and hold me close
Wrap your arms around me,
secure my place in your heart;
need me as I need you.
Softly kiss my lips and nuzzle my neck,
thrill me with your gentle touch,
play across my back with your feathery finger tips;
kneed my shoulders into submission.
I swoon as the electricity that you alone can generate within me,
starts to soar,
I am heaven bound
My pulse races at your very being;
my longing is unbearable.
As I reach for your soft gentle face with palms out stretched,
my heart beats faster than the wind.
I anticipate my greatest joy...to hold you in my arms.
I quake at the thought of you, my ecstasy overwhelms me.
Unhurriedly we rise and move closer,
excitement charges the air
Arms out stretched I reach,
grope for your closeness
We grow nearer, nearer, nearer..then...
The Sunlight Of The Soul
If we care not for the present,
And our thoughts are on the past,
And we know not of the future
With its darkened clouds o'er cast:
When the storm-clouds of the present
Darken all our hopes and fears,
And our hearts grow sad beneath them,
And our eyes our dim with tears:
Hours of trouble, hours of sorrow,
Soon with splendor overcast,
Turn the sorrows that we borrow
Back into the distant past.
Thus with past illumination
Is our present hours made bright,
And our former darkened moments
With a glory-wave made light.
Then the beauty of the sunshine
To the present gives a glow,
As with misty gleams the future
Glances on the scenes below.
For our hearts must then grow lighter
As we catch those pleasant beams,
And our eyes with light grow brighter
With the soul's reflecting dreams.
And the storm-clouds that o'er shadow,
Pass away beneath the rays
Of a former golden pastime,
As reflected on our ways.
Teaching us that 'neath the curtain
Where the darkness lurks within,
That our thoughts will cast a shadow
Where the sunlight should come in.
Thus in moments when we're nervous
With a care that few can test,
Then this sunlight that is golden
Gives our soul its needed rest.
And our troubles quickly vanish
As the storm-clouds backward roll
From the glory of the spirit,
And the sunlight of the soul.
Thank you Cathie
Love you XxX
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More About SI_Poison_NDD
My Other Profile/Website Links:
http://www.uvdeviant.com/?page=27&wishlist=91965570
Interests:
When The Tears Turn To Stain
Inside The Skin Stays The Pain,
Help Me Realize What Is right,
Help Me Win This Tragic Fight
Watch the Pain Drip Down My Arm
Watch Me Love And Help Self Harm
The Sound Of Cutting Slicing Veins
Drowns The Taunts of Sorrows Name
So I'll Draw A Pretty Picture
A Picture With A Twist
I'll Use A Razor As My Pen
And Draw It Up My Wrist
My Favorite Websites:
Music:
I like almost all kinds of music. It really depends on the mood I'm in at the time.
Pain
Tiny scratches
feel like
deep wells of pain
that call my attention.
Nobody could know
yet
I secretly wonder
if they can see
beneath these jeans.
Even when the scratches are gone
from my legs
I'll still feel them
on my heart.
Not that I mind,
I put them there for a reason.
Blood
slice by slice
a tiny bit of imperfection
is removed and replaced
with more pure flesh;
new flesh that has not
been marred by years of
unresolved anger
hatred
and sadness
the blood runs
pure and red
and cleanses
the imperfect in
me
Crazy Loony
get out of here
we don't want you around
ever
little scratches on your wrist
too scared
to bleed
to death
but you still press
the razor to your skin
and cut little slices
make your mom cry
make your family hate you
be normal
Movies:
I have this strange fascination with really bad "B" movies. I don't know what it is but I will stop to watch one even if it's half over. Crazy huh.
I also like horror and suspense movies.
But of course my true love is just sitting at home with a great all female porn and fucking myself until I pass out from exhaustion. DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME or DO YOU HAVE ANY THAT WE CAN WATCH TOGETHER?? I GET LONELY SOMETIMES.
My favorite quote :
"Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps."
Books:
I like to read poetry. I don't know why but some people just have an amazing talent for making you feel such strong emotions in just a few short sentences. That's talent.
Burning pain in my arms,
Stops the burning tears.
Slicing the skin calms my doubts,
And helps erase my fears.
The anger is so strong at times,
And my pain becomes too much.
And I long to feel the calmness,
Of the knife's forgiving, tender touch.
As I watch my blood pour,
My sanity soars.
And I long to feel the pain once more.
To those who may not do this,
I probably sound insane.
But this is the only way I know how...
To ease the blinding pain.
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