the Estranged one

Estranged from the one  she  loves. Cursed by her wretched, past associations.

Darkness, rough, clawing hands -grabbing flesh -their  only Agenda: to satisfy their base emotions.

A hand constantly tugs at hers – out from the dark, away from  these faceless haunters of hers, now theirs – a battle they now  share. 

This hand is different. It Brings her to the present – gallant and full of spirit. Thoughts don’t spiral now ,that his firm hands are exploring what he calls his divine  pair .

Move right, move left, bite his neck , use your  vulva walls to squeeze his penis.

Don’t overthink this. Allow your body to respond as natural as if you are indeed the mighty  Goddess Venus.

‘Do you trust me ?’

Yes. I do.

She turns her back ,faces forwards, white shirt buttoned up to protect her neck, hands tied behind her back with a  silk scarf –

not some silly boy scouts set.

 Two  well placed fingers on her neck ,apply pressure,  stop her pulse  -Distraction – she isn’t aroused but willing –

she just wants freedom and to forget.

Work for this moment.

Standing ,she entwines both legs around his torso.

Heart beat!  

Pores sweat! 

She grinds on his concealed  cock,  feral, non performing in style  , an aura lights up around them

– look at how they glow.

She wants to feel this.

She wants to feel. Lose herself in the moment

– not wonder if she is doing it wrong.

Two speeding hearts.

Two scents of merged sweat.

Too much expectation -she feels the ghosts of past, hum a sinister

-well remembered song.

He unties her.  

He has got a better plan.

‘I love you’ , says he. ‘Trust me.’

He tells her to lie on the bed and she does as he bids.

Fingers explore every part -deep inside her , the surface of her walls, her clitoris – he’s trying to find her G spot –

the Agenda is clearly  not to breed a bunch of of kids.

She closes her eyes, tries to drift off. Don’t think -just feel- get past the urge to scream stop and run to empty an imaginary full bladder.’

‘Look at me,’ says he. Her eyes flicker open.  She hears her breathe , her muscles relax, her legs no longer tense.

She  looks  into his eyes, tumbles in  with a depth and  an  alluring candour.

There is a break through – no fire works but a result. A triumph of sorts. She didn’t lose herself to forget.

Stars turn out ,wink at her,  applauding her ability to mentally let go, without  feeling like  she has hung herself –

  missed one  letter  from the alphabet.

She pulls him close to her – whispers-  

‘what is in this for you? I didn’t get a chance to fulfil your needs -cut you off –  stopped you in your tracks . Call me Goddess  Asphyxiate’

He kisses her and smiles.

‘I think we have moved forward . I get  great pleasure in being the one , I feel I have earned my title to stand beside you  as your King , all I asked was for your trust and for this reason I was able to conciliate. 





About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on Aug 2, 2016, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 40 Comments.

  1. A @ moylomenterprises

    Nicely done ☺

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  2. Very emotional lines. Well done! 🙂

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  3. I love this Daisy. I was visualizing it. Great story.

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  4. You took me there. Brilliant writing.

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  5. Good posts, beautiful blog
    Welcome to see my creations:

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  6. This is deep my beautiful Daisy. I can feel strong energy pulsing off the screen as I read every line. You have put a lot of intensity into this, and your writing is full of emotion and evocative and just plain brilliant, not vanilla brilliant-*insert favourite exotic ice cream flavour in here* haha. Brilliant xxxxxxx ps. I am sorry I have not been there for you lately, I’ve been in my hidey hole…but I will emerge soon. Keep being FABULOUS. 🙂 xxxxxxxx


    • Thanks beautiful! Vanilla is my fave scent and ice cream flavour. Who have you been talking to ? 😉 ha ha! Yeah I had to moderate this comment too. WEIRDS or what? NO, don’t be silly. I feel like I haven’t been there as much as I want to. We have lives and that is how it is meant to be. No apologies. You just keep being my Armani Imani xxx

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  7. Hi Daisy, I am so glad you joined beBee. I am following you on beBee under profile Franci Eugenia Hoffman

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  8. sounds sick and thick as i am i try not to judge but i m better off alone then with someone elses agenda. no thanks. i will agree then with st paul for them that can do wo. do so! serve something someone higher best i can then.

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  9. That was gripping😊 fire.

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  10. tarnishedsoul

    I could use someone to conciliate me…lol

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    • Ha ha yes. I would love to be a part of that quest to help u xx😊😊😊

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      • tarnishedsoul

        Yes well…I wouldn’t even know where to begin, of course. lol

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      • I’m going for fairy godmother lessons – – lol… No, there must be a better way to help….. yes, beginnings are often the hardest obstacle to overcome and endings too. …
        There is some one out there…… but they not going to come knocking on your door unless it is the postman. I had to get myself out there. It was a Fucking chore. Hard work but worth it. xxx Here to help in any way I can xxx


  11. Wow, that was so powerful. Gripped me from the start.

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