BDSM Haiku

[rawsilk]

Daddy opens lips
be calm my love just a yam
make you all grown up

 

[drouter]

Inviting smiles ....licking wet lips
Cradling a head in sensual acknowledgement
Remininscing of pleasurable evocative moments

 

[Gwanji16]

Harvest bamboo stem
Tie her wrists to either end
Fondle for old man

Waterfall hides moans
Bamboo wet but holding fast
Old man happy cock

 

[rawsilk]

Waterfall hides moans
Bamboo wet but holding fast
Old man happy cock

bamboo waterfall
sounds of peace through out the night
old man hand inside

 

[FreyasMuse]

Cool breeze of autumn
caresses her naked flesh
aching for his hands

exposed to the sun
the soft ground serves as her bed
He makes her wait, still

She quivers, quiet
to wait, to wonder, to crave
in fullness of time

 

[rawsilk]

Cool breeze of autumn
caresses her naked flesh
aching for his hands

exposed to the sun
the soft ground serves as her bed
He makes her wait, still

She quivers, quiet
to wait, to wonder, to crave
in fullness of time

Resting on his arm
he traces a russet leaf
across naked skin

Smiles at her craving
building up her hunger ache
as sun slowly fades

Firm hand on her thigh
Pulling open wide and high
Arching, begging cry

 

[EbersMoll]

Cool breeze of autumn
caresses her naked flesh
aching for his hands

exposed to the sun
the soft ground serves as her bed
He makes her wait, still

She quivers, quiet
to wait, to wonder, to crave
in fullness of time

A tramontana
Races over the mountains
Bringing icy hands,

Which taunt her bare skin
With strokes of stinging coldness,
That harden nipples.

On quivering mounds
And tighten her form, reclined,
On nature's soft crib.

All act as signals,
Beckoning her Lancelot -
To fill her with heat.

 

[Gwanji16]

Sorry to be the prof

But, I am, so back to the rules. I would start by saying the last two offering are examples of great poetry but alas, are not haikus.

Gwinevere swallowed
Her back arched night sky calling
Lance's cock unsheathed

 

[EbersMoll]

But, I am, so back to the rules. I would start by saying the last two offering are examples of great poetry but alas, are not haikus.

Gwinevere swallowed
Her back arched night sky calling
Lance's cock unsheathed

Of course you are right, in the strict sense, but if you review the bulk of this thread you will notice that on occasion, we relax the rules, somewhat.

After all, it is by experimentation and mutation that we learn and grow.

 

[rawsilk]

Of course you are right, in the strict sense, but if you review the bulk of this thread you will notice that on occasion, we relax the rules, somewhat.

After all, it is by experimentation and mutation that we learn and grow.

I do respect what you are saying EbersMoll things evolve, sometimes for the better and sometimes wonderful things get lost to evolution. We just have to look at how many wonderful and beautiful species of animal, fowl, plant life, languages and skills have died out through evolution, mutation and extinction.

May I say one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given was by CollarNCuffs when she gently and generously corrected me and taught me the rules of Western Haiku.

5-7-5 just seventeen syllables, simple, beautiful, and gently challenging, surely this is such an exquisite thing it is worth saving from evolution, mutation and extinction? It is Zen.......purity, perfection for the mind and the senses.

Thumb and fingers drumming on the table 12345-1234567-12345 da da da da da

Pure and beautiful
Haiku speaks out to be saved
a prayer whispered soft

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I do the finger drumming thing as well

 

[EbersMoll]

I do respect what you are saying EbersMoll things evolve, sometimes for the better and sometimes wonderful things get lost to evolution. We just have to look at how many wonderful and beautiful species of animal, fowl, plant life, languages and skills have died out through evolution, mutation and extinction.

<...snip...>

It's very important to know, understand and be able to apply the rules. Not doing these makes one ignorant. But, rules for the guidance of the wise and the unquestioning adherence of the foolish. Allow your creativity of the leash, now and then.

As for syllable counting:

The haiku writer,
Is easy to spot, for their
Finger muscles bulge!

 

[rawsilk]

It's very important to know, understand and be able to apply the rules. Not doing these makes one ignorant. But, rules for the guidance of the wise and the unquestioning adherence of the foolish. Allow your creativity of the leash, now and then.

As for syllable counting:

The haiku writer,
Is easy to spot, for their
Finger muscles bulge!

I would agree with you ElbersMoll I think it is very important for one to unleash their creativity but in the appropriate place and the appropriate time without damaging something loved by others.

Here is where I allow my creativity to move freely without structured frameworks being damaged. Some frameworks are of little interest to me so I leave those for others who have a greater affinity and will create a finer body of work. http://forum.literotica.com/forumdisplay.php?f=56

As far as finger muscle bulge.......

My Haiku tap is
soft upon the table top
so to keep in time

 

[Gwanji16]

I play my poem
In her pussy, soft light wet
As dusk surrenders

 

[FreyasMuse]

Discourse flows freely
Like the river between legs
He pierces gladly

 

[rawsilk]

Bamboo waterfall
peaceful sounds on stones it flows
closed eyes, restful sleep.

Ringing of brass gong
early morning wake up call
meditation now.

Walking on the path
pick a gum leaf crush and smell
hold it in my hand

Warm sun on my face
sitting quietly on log
birds songs serenade.

 

[rawsilk]

Lifts hand to my mouth
Covers over with his palm
drags me back to him

Eyes close with delight
Gently nestled in his arms
happy, safe and warm

Bends his head to kiss
All along my neck and cheek
surely this is love.

 

[rawsilk]

He stands me naked
Before his hungry gazes
eyes run over me.

My shyness takes me,
hands behind me, head bowed down,
knowing what's to come.

turns my back to him
rope tied tight around my wrists
Strappado his wish.

Long rope from my wrists,
tossed across the bar above,
slowly rope is pulled.

Arms dragged up behind
'til my body bends down low
head down by my knees.

Legs pulled wide apart
fixes them to spreader bar
such a tempting sight.

Now all my readers,
the rest you may imagine,
what will be my fate?

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Slow fingers trailing
across silken skin, much like
rosening a bow.

 

[EbersMoll]

Discourse flows freely
Like the river between legs
He pierces gladly

Secret sources yield
Diamond droplets that sparkle
And prompt a great thirst.

 

[Gwanji16]

Wet joy glistens wide
Clit less hidden wrists slung high
Waiting petal falls

 

[rawsilk]

Slow fingers trailing
across silken skin, much like
rosening a bow.

Plays her emotions
a musician with his muse
treble pitch desire.

 

[FreyasMuse]

blue sky canopy
silken green grass her mattress
tethered to his lair

 

[Gwanji16]

Tune made in moaning
Rhythmic sighs leak out seek light
Bound affection noted

 

[HouseOfTease]

She squirms so sweetly
Desperate to escape me
Panties wet with joy