The Collective Works and Homepage of Miss. Mel "Pixi" Anderson

*Do not ever fear the world for it is beautiful in Chaos and Uncertainty with never ending possibilities.*
-Pixi-

An Ode to the Worst Lay Ever



An Ode to the worst lay ever-
So long has the tension been built
to have some great sex
with none of the guilt
but had I known
what fate had not shown
was you wouldn't make me
shiver or moan
So then with a twitch
and a last attempt ditched
I let you roll over with
no bitch
So now how do I tell
you to get out of my bed-
and no I wont give you more head
Now with a snore
you proved you're the bore
as you leave me to tend
to my blues"
Not a hint did you take
that my sounds were all fake
when I told you some effort be made
So now what to do,
but tend to my blues
thankfully a good battery they make.

The End.

2003

Bliss

Closer is where I want to be
the flame to wick
the blood to vein
touch to pain
pleasure change
push-drive

I'm still alive

Feel need
yell want
faster needs drown in today
dark desires
all hell fires
touch to pain

lunatic laugh
Succubus dance
fetish lust infused this crush
prove to push
further down earn your crown
king of pain
passion insane

choice to choke
hazard breathe
soon the Devils take their leave
crawling on weary knees
Angel caress the Devils kiss
in studded bound
misled Seraphim's bliss

Top

Such a silly word
so completely undefined
amongst the hazy lines
between you and I
Top is not a place not a time
not even a spot
so completely refined
nor its counter we defy the correct meanings
as I completely sideways learn
from the proper pleasings
You take I give
I take
I live
from learning your top
so much better
than Websters defined
and so completely twisted I stay
while you teach me
your place and mine.

© 07

Dripping In Oil

I can be
sweet
like a maraschino cherry
I can be tart
as a lemon
I can be coy
dripping in oil

I can be
a fantastic decoy
playtoy
manic fucking maso
spank me
strip me
leave me begging
bloody
just don't leave me
questioning

I can be blond dripping in bleach
I can be fake
I can be neat
I can be beautiful
at the right angle
I can be lovely
dripping in oil

bent over
a nice hot spoiler
I can be dirty
I can be innocent
I can even be mean
and even be pleasant
I can be shaved
I can be furry

I can be lovely
dripping in oil
I just cant
go questioning
what I can't be
because I am me
dripping in Oil.

©MCA 07

Anything You Want

May  have that too?
you breathlessly say
As I breathlessly answer
Anything you want

Toss me around do it with style
every girl wants that
once in awhile

Cheeky Cheeky
rosy and hot
my thats a naughty
Anything you want

Eye and Eye fucking
12 times too much
for me not to say
exactly whats want

Anything
Anything you can possibly want
Just go ahead and take
Whatever you want.

©MCA 2007

Touch

words touch

like a crimson blush

slowly making its way

into a subtle flush

fires sear across my flesh

inching down

across my breast

whispered delicately

as a fluttering touch

your unsaid words

say all too much

© 2007

Just Like Liquid Fire

is that my blood boiling
simmering
coagulating like fire
ache and yearning
spreading and defeating
claiming desire
feast and devour
me with your eyes
sitting here thinking
of the fire between my thighs
blush spreading crimson
to folds and hidden sensations
breathlessly bold
liquid fire in touch
fire in your lust
melting like ice
my legs shaking beneath me
when finally your kiss
burning defeats  me.

©MCA2007

Soliloquy of Flesh

Soliloquy of Flesh

Flesh -
flesh
and teeth over my bones-
have nothing to do with my soul that aches
aches eternally for you.
Flesh- it crawls

it bleeds-
it needs-
it want's

Flesh and bones,
they say-
is what makes me human.
So what if my ache is outside of this-
entrapment
above it
beyond it
behind it
flesh.. and bones.


My blood.

It's yours.
though my body does not know you yet.

My flesh my bones my blood ache
ache in a soliloquy of need for
teeth.
a subtle yearning always in the back of my subconcious-
needing
needing to feed-

touch
taste feel
hurt
ache
is me
my solemn
soliloquy
of flesh
flesh and bones-
and blood.

©MCA2006

I Dream

I Dream

I dream of your mouth caressing my skin-
your teeth nipping into my tender flesh-

tracing softening bruises down my torso
inflaming all the hell I have within my soul
aching-
arches-
bending against my will towards more of your
ravaging embrace-
aching-
against my better judgment for more
sweet torture from your roaming teeth
your fingers find their way
into messy knots through out my hair-
shattering any goose bumps my scalp may have found-
nails-
tearing tender flesh in silken strips
down my back in
star calling flashes-
I moan-
I yearn -
I plead for more-
tender touch
sensitive curves
I didn't know I had-
found by your expert curious-
furious hands-
bound-
I whimper pleadingly-
gracefully-
angelically-
for more-
I dream of your probing violent hands-
teeth-
lips-
manhood-
calling my body from every corner of my subconcious-
I beg-
for you-
to be real-

©2006

Sigh and just Sigh

Sigh and just Sigh

in your sigh-
I see my peace-
in you sigh-
I feel release-
in your heartbeat-
I hear my joy-
in your breath-
I know my ploy-
In your smile- I hear the miles- I would go for you.

In your sigh-
I will tell no lies-
in your wink-
I could explode into a thousand stars in peace-
in your touch-
I will never want for another rush in another space-
in another lifetimes grace-

in your dreams-
I would fill my chalice of fantasy-
and faith-

I would wear my breathless- torment- corset- bound- embrace-

in your smile-
bound and torn-
whipped and worn-
bitten bruised I'd clearly beg for you-
in your sigh-
you keep my fantasies alive-
in that sigh-

wet and worn-
used- and broken-
heartened- choked and
begging more-
I'd bleed for you-

for that sigh-

©MCA2006

Sanctify




Sanctify me,
make me feel clean.
shower me with kisses
make my life complete.

touch my core with your pure hands,
set my fire free.

lift this shroud of wickedness,
let me confess my naughty needs.
sanctify-
my burning flesh,
one touch will set me free.

blessed be your gentle touch,
easing my souls suffering.

lift my wicked longing,
my unseen unspoken bodies need,
one look -one touch- one moment,
of you will sanctify my darkest plead.


©2006