BDSM Poetry
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Svedish_Chef
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bump, and grind
pant, and moan
Swish goes the leather
slap goes the hand
Heightening desires
Isnt love grand.
pant, and moan
Swish goes the leather
slap goes the hand
Heightening desires
Isnt love grand.
WillowPuss
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cymbidia said:
You beat me to it!
Well here goes ... any feedback on whether you feel I have the atsmophere right ...
Waiting
I wait ...
In darkness for I am blindfolded, I wait.
I wait ...
In absolute silence for earplugs are firmly in place, I wait.
I wait ...
Laying absolutely still for I am tight bound, I wait.
I wait ...
For that touch
The touch of my Dom, my Master.
My skin ablaze with expectation.
I wait ...
For the crack of the cane
Or the thud of the flogger
Or the clap of His hand on my arse.
I wait ...
For the scrape of His nails
Or the soft touch of His lips
Or even the bite of His teeth.
I wait ...
With anticipation mounting
With every second that passes
Ticking off the clock in my mind's eye.
I wait ...
As I feel the air around me move
Telling me he is close
Almost ready to take me into space.
I wait ...
As I smell the burning of a candle
As my mind races trying to work out what comes next
As my body trembles with desire.
And then ...
A drip on my breast, the nipple.
It burns! Although it is only lube
My imagination turns it to hot wax.
The waiting is over.
I start to soar as high as an eagle on the thermals
As He takes me where only He can.
SubbieHubbie
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Very sensual, willow - just as I could say about a lot of the rest of the poetry on the board. I could 'feel' you there, waiting. Strong, sensual, sweet. I like it.
My first attempt at submissive poetry, contrasting before and after. Perhaps too strange for here.
I Belong, SubbieHubbie 2002
Long I wandered
Through the wild, estranged worlds
Of strength
Alone I fought
To conquer and to tame my life
At length
Proud I stood
Upon the brink of knowing, yet never sure
Of self
In pain I rested
Ownerless and owning nought
Save for myself
Now I kneel before
You my wife, my lady, my liege,
My queen
Together at last
Consort to your power, submitted to your right
Owning me
Meek I bow
In love ever lasting, my heart with peace
Gives song
For now I know
And feel the truth throughout my being
I belong
My first attempt at submissive poetry, contrasting before and after. Perhaps too strange for here.
I Belong, SubbieHubbie 2002
Long I wandered
Through the wild, estranged worlds
Of strength
Alone I fought
To conquer and to tame my life
At length
Proud I stood
Upon the brink of knowing, yet never sure
Of self
In pain I rested
Ownerless and owning nought
Save for myself
Now I kneel before
You my wife, my lady, my liege,
My queen
Together at last
Consort to your power, submitted to your right
Owning me
Meek I bow
In love ever lasting, my heart with peace
Gives song
For now I know
And feel the truth throughout my being
I belong
WillowPuss
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Not too stange at all SH.
I tried another. Not sure about this one tho ...
Collared
“Close your eyes.
Stop what you are doing
And close your eyes.
I have something for you!”
Oh! A surprise!
I love surprises!
I shut my eyes.
Screwed them tight shut,
And waited – none too patiently!
I hear paper scrunching
Then a tearing sound
Then … nothing.
I felt him behind me
Leaning over me
His hot breath on my cheek …
And in my ear
His voice – “You’re mine!”
As he fastened a silver choker around my neck.
My collar!
I tried another. Not sure about this one tho ...
Collared
“Close your eyes.
Stop what you are doing
And close your eyes.
I have something for you!”
Oh! A surprise!
I love surprises!
I shut my eyes.
Screwed them tight shut,
And waited – none too patiently!
I hear paper scrunching
Then a tearing sound
Then … nothing.
I felt him behind me
Leaning over me
His hot breath on my cheek …
And in my ear
His voice – “You’re mine!”
As he fastened a silver choker around my neck.
My collar!
WriterDom
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she braces against the dungeon wall
soaking a deathlike chill from the stones
her hair brought forward, long tresses
of blonde draped between her breasts
He places a kiss turned bite on her nape
a warm hand shivers her subtle curves
her nakedness further undressed by his stare
breath quickened by whish of familiar leather
landing thuddy thunder on pain starved flesh
soaking a deathlike chill from the stones
her hair brought forward, long tresses
of blonde draped between her breasts
He places a kiss turned bite on her nape
a warm hand shivers her subtle curves
her nakedness further undressed by his stare
breath quickened by whish of familiar leather
landing thuddy thunder on pain starved flesh
Swashbuckler
The Thief of Hearts
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What a pool of talent we have here. My congratulations to all who have shared thier talents with us all.
Thank Y/you all,
~Swash~
Thank Y/you all,
~Swash~
Swashbuckler
The Thief of Hearts
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no-oh----
The encircling rough tightness
Of the stiff, thick new rope
Folding and biting her pale flesh
Whiskey eyes fluttering to close
Soft sighs of strangling delight
Skin beneath coils, pale, pink, red, blue
In the flickering candle light
A bound and perfect to pluck rose
Large knot biting at her dew
Soaking and coating the rough mesh
Breasts set out striaght in circled knots
Nipples jutting, proud as lead shot
Drawing the rope further along
Her skin as I ask, Too tight?
Just to hear that pleading sweet song
A sound track to her, displayed for my sight
her cooing reply whispered through paling lips
As the coils bite ever deeper,
"uh...noo-oooohhhhh------,"
For ~m~, my coiled joy.
~Swash~
The encircling rough tightness
Of the stiff, thick new rope
Folding and biting her pale flesh
Whiskey eyes fluttering to close
Soft sighs of strangling delight
Skin beneath coils, pale, pink, red, blue
In the flickering candle light
A bound and perfect to pluck rose
Large knot biting at her dew
Soaking and coating the rough mesh
Breasts set out striaght in circled knots
Nipples jutting, proud as lead shot
Drawing the rope further along
Her skin as I ask, Too tight?
Just to hear that pleading sweet song
A sound track to her, displayed for my sight
her cooing reply whispered through paling lips
As the coils bite ever deeper,
"uh...noo-oooohhhhh------,"
For ~m~, my coiled joy.
~Swash~
A Desert Rose
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no-oh
WOW
very nice.
WOW
very nice.
Daddyslilpet
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Great thread......bump
KillerMuffin
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This one is new this morning:
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=59426
The rhyme was a little contrived, but overall it wasn't bad.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=59426
The rhyme was a little contrived, but overall it wasn't bad.
Lovely, lovely, lovely...
I am humbled to be able to keep cyber-company with such a wealth of talent. What follows is not a happy piece, but heartfelt, at the time. I wrote this in 2000, as my marriage was crumbling.
I put myself
on this martyr's cross
after bearing it
behind me for
the better part of a year.
Feeling it cut into
my shoulders
into my soul
and You
deaf to my pleas.
Under Your dispassionate gaze
I dragged it in the dust
until I saw you turn
down your own path
And I stopped.
Before continuing on
You quietly handed me
the nails.
On a brighter note, this one surfaced as I was discovering the world of D/s. I realize that these are only more tangentially related to BDSM; I hope you will forgive, and accept my humble submissions (though my Master would say that I am anything but a humble submissive--lol!)
Don't do that
Don't say that
Don't touch that
Keep off the grass
Color inside the lines
(enough)
Take turns
(enough)
Say please
(enough)
StopGoOpenClosePushPull
(ENOUGH)
Don't lose your temper
(Lose your fear.)
Thanks for letting me share!
Happy Day, A/all!
I am humbled to be able to keep cyber-company with such a wealth of talent. What follows is not a happy piece, but heartfelt, at the time. I wrote this in 2000, as my marriage was crumbling.
I put myself
on this martyr's cross
after bearing it
behind me for
the better part of a year.
Feeling it cut into
my shoulders
into my soul
and You
deaf to my pleas.
Under Your dispassionate gaze
I dragged it in the dust
until I saw you turn
down your own path
And I stopped.
Before continuing on
You quietly handed me
the nails.
On a brighter note, this one surfaced as I was discovering the world of D/s. I realize that these are only more tangentially related to BDSM; I hope you will forgive, and accept my humble submissions (though my Master would say that I am anything but a humble submissive--lol!)
Don't do that
Don't say that
Don't touch that
Keep off the grass
Color inside the lines
(enough)
Take turns
(enough)
Say please
(enough)
StopGoOpenClosePushPull
(ENOUGH)
Don't lose your temper
(Lose your fear.)
Thanks for letting me share!
Happy Day, A/all!
A Desert Rose
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Very nice
My very first attempt was put on the lit page tonight! I am pretty pleased with myself. I welcome any input if you care to look at it.
My very first attempt was put on the lit page tonight! I am pretty pleased with myself. I welcome any input if you care to look at it.
artful
*His eyes as an Eagle's*
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THE FLAMES
Though small it flicked and came to life
From visions seen on sleepless night
The toss and turn on sweat soaked bed
Gave proof of lust that spins her head
Her eyes shut tight as fingers race
To twisted thoughts that grip her face
The torments rage in blackened sky
Though flames came forth with piercing cry
Her search for fire does clothe her soul
Makes savage thrusts to gaping hole
A cavern moist does burn so hot
As lava pours from molten pot
Where is that flame that heated tongue
That sends her back where things begun
An hour or more she whips the cream
Then sparks do fly from Artful's dream
A picture of her Master's smile
Does cross her mind the last hard mile
For now the race is laid to rest
The flames of lust by far the best
This poem is dedicated to my slave-Artful's dream
Though small it flicked and came to life
From visions seen on sleepless night
The toss and turn on sweat soaked bed
Gave proof of lust that spins her head
Her eyes shut tight as fingers race
To twisted thoughts that grip her face
The torments rage in blackened sky
Though flames came forth with piercing cry
Her search for fire does clothe her soul
Makes savage thrusts to gaping hole
A cavern moist does burn so hot
As lava pours from molten pot
Where is that flame that heated tongue
That sends her back where things begun
An hour or more she whips the cream
Then sparks do fly from Artful's dream
A picture of her Master's smile
Does cross her mind the last hard mile
For now the race is laid to rest
The flames of lust by far the best
This poem is dedicated to my slave-Artful's dream
~Dream~
Loving My Soulmate Scott
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for my Master
The memory of Your touch
Yes,it's for "that"I crave
the feeling means so much
To me,Your loving slave
The guiding of Your hands
as they slide all over me
I need to feel them so
as we were meant to be
the tightness of the ropes
as they held my body there
I never gave up hope
as You bound me to the chair
The pleasure never stopped
IT NEVER once did quit
You opened up my heart
when You told me I was "IT"
Your collar on my neck
I reach to feel it there
The memory of Your hands
as they touched my softened hair
THE LOOK in your gentle eyes
My, how they seemed to know
There was no reason why
I would ever tell You no
Tho now my love,we are again far apart
I swear I can still feel you deep within my heart
always and forever Your Dream
~
The memory of Your touch
Yes,it's for "that"I crave
the feeling means so much
To me,Your loving slave
The guiding of Your hands
as they slide all over me
I need to feel them so
as we were meant to be
the tightness of the ropes
as they held my body there
I never gave up hope
as You bound me to the chair
The pleasure never stopped
IT NEVER once did quit
You opened up my heart
when You told me I was "IT"
Your collar on my neck
I reach to feel it there
The memory of Your hands
as they touched my softened hair
THE LOOK in your gentle eyes
My, how they seemed to know
There was no reason why
I would ever tell You no
Tho now my love,we are again far apart
I swear I can still feel you deep within my heart
always and forever Your Dream
~TheWanderer
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While I never claimed to be a poet...
...my roommate writes some amazing poetry. No, really.
With her permission, here's the link to her website (which I was honored to help build):
http://members.cox.net/lifes-emotions
Clearly, if you're looking for BDSM-oriented material, check the Erotic section - but if you enjoy poetry, I think you'll enjoy everything on the site.
And yes, I am the Chris(topher) in question...
...my roommate writes some amazing poetry. No, really.
With her permission, here's the link to her website (which I was honored to help build):
http://members.cox.net/lifes-emotions
Clearly, if you're looking for BDSM-oriented material, check the Erotic section - but if you enjoy poetry, I think you'll enjoy everything on the site.
And yes, I am the Chris(topher) in question...
RisiaSkye
Artistic
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(sub)-Spacing Out
I feel heat rising
and flowing through my body
Images circle through my mind
as we connect.
The tension is palpable,
the need is real
I am here only to feel.
A desire floods through me,
and I want to take your pain
to give you only pleasure.
Another touch
some small sound
escapes me
as fluid fire emanates
from you
through me.
I touch your face
feel your heat
when we kiss,
can hear a heartbeat
thundering hoofbeats in my ears
as I cry out
I want
I need.
The world comes slowly into focus
as I am slowly released
from the excruciating pleasure
of connection
and the world around us
fades to
black.
by RisiaSkye © 2002
I feel heat rising
and flowing through my body
Images circle through my mind
as we connect.
The tension is palpable,
the need is real
I am here only to feel.
A desire floods through me,
and I want to take your pain
to give you only pleasure.
Another touch
some small sound
escapes me
as fluid fire emanates
from you
through me.
I touch your face
feel your heat
when we kiss,
can hear a heartbeat
thundering hoofbeats in my ears
as I cry out
I want
I need.
The world comes slowly into focus
as I am slowly released
from the excruciating pleasure
of connection
and the world around us
fades to
black.
by RisiaSkye © 2002
WillowPuss
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Oh wow Risia ... that is beautiful
spankableBelle
His unruly kitten
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His
By spankableBelle
© 2002 All Rights Reserved
His palm stings.
His pain is sharp.
His use is hard.
His love is harder still.
His heart is black, yet glows with fire.
His angel has come.
His eyes see her soul.
His body knows its mate.
His hand reaches out to soothe, to draw close that which endures His perversion.
His arms hold tight.
His smile is soft.
His words a murmur of devotion.
His lips tender amid a whimper.
His obsession is real.
His need burns bright.
His eyes tell all…
she is His.
By spankableBelle
© 2002 All Rights Reserved
His palm stings.
His pain is sharp.
His use is hard.
His love is harder still.
His heart is black, yet glows with fire.
His angel has come.
His eyes see her soul.
His body knows its mate.
His hand reaches out to soothe, to draw close that which endures His perversion.
His arms hold tight.
His smile is soft.
His words a murmur of devotion.
His lips tender amid a whimper.
His obsession is real.
His need burns bright.
His eyes tell all…
she is His.
A Desert Rose
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Out of the blue
I step into the blue and look for you,
A shadow amid a mist of words.
I hang back hoping you will feel me there,
Not wanting to speak your name.
I wait for you in the blue,
As another faceless name in the clouds.
I hang back hoping you will call my name
And reach out for me through the tangle of words.
I long for you to step out of the blue
And finally touch my face
And embrace more than the words that I cast out.
I long for your voice to finally speak my name.
You have stretched my mind since first I met you.
Now I ache to stretch entirely before you,
Make myself a gift to you
And step out of the blue and into your light.
Rose
I step into the blue and look for you,
A shadow amid a mist of words.
I hang back hoping you will feel me there,
Not wanting to speak your name.
I wait for you in the blue,
As another faceless name in the clouds.
I hang back hoping you will call my name
And reach out for me through the tangle of words.
I long for you to step out of the blue
And finally touch my face
And embrace more than the words that I cast out.
I long for your voice to finally speak my name.
You have stretched my mind since first I met you.
Now I ache to stretch entirely before you,
Make myself a gift to you
And step out of the blue and into your light.
Rose
Little Girl
Experienced
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Slave to her Master
S erving her master, with a heart full of love and pride
L oving unconditionally, needing the training he provides
A bsolute trust and respect, shared between the two
V ery happy to obey, when he tells her what to do
E very minute away from him, he lingers in her mind
T eaching her to look inside, for the strength she must find
O pening her heart, mind and body to her Master's request
H appy with herself only, when she can pass all his tests
E ndless devotion and love, she will gladly and freely give
R ealizing she has now given over her very life to him
M aybe she will stumble, sometimes she knows she will fall
A ccepting that her Master will have to discipline it all
S etting up her limits, with honesty and trust
T aking her past all of them, will be a must
E arning the privilege to serve as his slave
R especting all her Master does and says
S erving her master, with a heart full of love and pride
L oving unconditionally, needing the training he provides
A bsolute trust and respect, shared between the two
V ery happy to obey, when he tells her what to do
E very minute away from him, he lingers in her mind
T eaching her to look inside, for the strength she must find
O pening her heart, mind and body to her Master's request
H appy with herself only, when she can pass all his tests
E ndless devotion and love, she will gladly and freely give
R ealizing she has now given over her very life to him
M aybe she will stumble, sometimes she knows she will fall
A ccepting that her Master will have to discipline it all
S etting up her limits, with honesty and trust
T aking her past all of them, will be a must
E arning the privilege to serve as his slave
R especting all her Master does and says
WriterDom
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beyond dark gossamer veils
she waits in blackened silence
each tick of the clock
completes with palpitations
deep within her being
her tousled hair lies gently
flowing down amethyst silk
of her ruffled peasant gown
He spreads the veils and sees
her silhouette framed by the
flickering of a single white candle
a celestial beauty, heavenly angel
smelling of jasmine and honeysuckle
the sensual enchantress breeches silence
with a soft laugh and gypsy smile
trebling for His long awaited touch
she waits in blackened silence
each tick of the clock
completes with palpitations
deep within her being
her tousled hair lies gently
flowing down amethyst silk
of her ruffled peasant gown
He spreads the veils and sees
her silhouette framed by the
flickering of a single white candle
a celestial beauty, heavenly angel
smelling of jasmine and honeysuckle
the sensual enchantress breeches silence
with a soft laugh and gypsy smile
trebling for His long awaited touch
