Category: The Dark Vaulted Series

There comes a time when signals get crossed. Trust is called on the line and love is squeezed from all sides

How one goes about handling the pain that can arise… determines how quickly one gets back in the arms of their lover.

Take a journey… walk into the darkness…

When Speaking in Tongues

Social Vault – Poem – 5 –

Certain forms of healing require verbalization of feelings…

Other forms of communications… speak to the soul… without words… and results in transformative healing

Her Touch

Social Vault – Poem – 4 –

Something about her touch… all magical… soothing…

All it took was her touch… all sensual… all powerful

All it took was her touch…

Beast Awakens

Social Vault – Poem – 3 –

Logically speaking… it made emotional sense

the beast instinctively was awakened

Emotional Vault

Social Vault – Poem – 2 –

Wounded… but stoic… he carried his pain… quietly…. trying to fool her that he was ok

She sat… waiting… for she knew… the vault would eventually crack

The Cut

Social Vault – Poem – 1 –

It was just silly word play
He had to get all bent out of shape

Man up buddy. It’s just words

Words that cut deep. Real deep. Masked-by-a-smile-level deep

Darkened Vault

Before the Darkness – Poem – 7 –

As far as she could tell… he had changed his mind and wanted out. Things were going so well.

Finale of the first part in this trilogy

So… What’s up?

Before the Darknes – Poem – 6 –

She was not asking for much. Just his emotional touch.

She was just checking in to decide if she will check out

She was tired of playing games. Life was to short to raise up a male into a man

Always Ready. Never Sleep

Before the Darkness – Poem – 5 –

If he wants to play emotional games… then… let’s play

Her clapback game was fierce. Her talons sharp. Her eyes lit.

Never let a man have the upper hand was her motto

She played to win… especially when guys started acting funny

A little reflection

Before the Darkness – Poem – 4 –

When a lady feels her man is emotionally unavailable, she will often back away and reflect on her options

The longer she has to ponder… the darker the options become