BDSM Haiku

[minette05]

That which was once closed
Is forced open, with intent,
Yielding to pressure.

Exposed to desires
once hidden but now made free
to experience

 

[thesexdoktor]

fingertips recall
mapping the contours unique
she aches in waiting

pressures increase
deepening the valleys
sacs are tightening

 

[thesexdoktor]

Exposed to desires
once hidden but now made free
to experience

A gaping wetness
swallowing the hardness
of gushing

 

[Wintermute01]

Exposed to desires
once hidden but now made free
to experience

Cultured cadences
Once heard, set my heart racing
As my mind conjures.

 

[minette05]

Cultured cadences
Once heard, set my heart racing
As my mind conjures.

Waltzes set to heart
beats swirling around my thoughts
Dance's sweet embrace

 

[Wintermute01]

Waltzes set to heart
beats swirling around my thoughts
Dance's sweet embrace

The music's rhythm
Guides us on, across the floor
And into our dreams.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

My Haiku writer
sits, unmoving. A swift kick
and he gets back up.

Lazy shit

 

[Wintermute01]

Being able to
Motivate one's submissive
Is a vital skill.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Perhaps all servants
need both the occasional
rest, and a sharp blow!

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Tell me what you'll do
to me as I am bound here,
helpless to resist.

 

[Wintermute01]

It is rewarding
To know that one's scribblings
Raised a little smile.

 

[CapnCuddly]

Salty little trails
Rolling down tender pink cheeks
Tasting her hot tears

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Underneath the mask
my face shows my ecstasy.
What does yours reflect?

 

[Wintermute01]

Underneath the mask
my face shows my ecstasy.
What does yours reflect?

The imagined face
Behind the impassive mask
Mirrors my visage.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Like dappled sunlight,
thoughts of you thinking of me
drift pleasantly past.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Although I'm silent
the look in my eyes tells you
all you need to know

 

[Wintermute01]

Words spoken without
Sound, are the most connected
And most intimate.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Language of silence
is exchanged in emotions.
It's where feelings dance.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Maybe it's that my
stories have always waited
for you to tell them.

 

[Wintermute01]

The narrator's rôle
Should not be taken lightly,
In other's stories.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

It's the voice that sets
the mood for the stage in tones
for all mediums.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

It's easy painting
love in broad murals but hard
to sketch a name.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Pairs of toes dipping
in dark pools together will
warm water faster.

 

[Wintermute01]

Birds may sing sweetly
Or with such mournful sorrow
The complete gamut.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Birds may sing sweetly
Or with such mournful sorrow
The complete gamut.

Maybe sorrow song
is the most joyful tune that
the sweetest ones know.