BDSM Poetry
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lovetoread
hello daddy
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I agree. It was lovely.
Hot4Heels
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Hair of fire
Eyes of ice
Wanted love
But not so nice
A twist of fate
Her Passion's found
From seeds sewn
In unfertile ground
Power given
An embrace bound
A leather kiss
Her freedom's found
Hair of fire
Eyes of ice
Wanted love
But not so nice
Eyes of ice
Wanted love
But not so nice
A twist of fate
Her Passion's found
From seeds sewn
In unfertile ground
Power given
An embrace bound
A leather kiss
Her freedom's found
Hair of fire
Eyes of ice
Wanted love
But not so nice
A Desert Rose
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Hot4Heels
Very nice.
Rose
Very nice.
Rose
~Dream~
Loving My Soulmate Scott
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Rollercaster of Emotion
Craving for His touch
Feeding His Desire
Wanting Him so much
Needing Passion's Fire
Without Him here with me
Life seems so very strange
Still my body does react
At just the mention of His name
the "Hurt' it is so REAL
when He's not here with me
The Pain is what I feel
when "My feelings',He wont see
Frustration it Does mount
and then ANGER settles in
I start to have more doubt
Feel like I'm just so full of Sin
Where DOES the Love go to?
When people have a fight?
Why does it have to be
That only 1 is ALWAYS right?
Craving for His touch
Feeding His Desire
Wanting Him so much
Needing Passion's Fire
Without Him here with me
Life seems so very strange
Still my body does react
At just the mention of His name
the "Hurt' it is so REAL
when He's not here with me
The Pain is what I feel
when "My feelings',He wont see
Frustration it Does mount
and then ANGER settles in
I start to have more doubt
Feel like I'm just so full of Sin
Where DOES the Love go to?
When people have a fight?
Why does it have to be
That only 1 is ALWAYS right?
~Dream~
Loving My Soulmate Scott
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My Freedom
Where did my freedom run off to?
I need to find it ,wouldn't you?
I seemed to have it , just today
And then it up and ran away
Yes,My submission's new to me
So many things I Do not see,
So much joy ,yet so much pain
I only want` my freedom again
Dont feel "Special",dont feel Nice
In my veins now,flows blood like ice
I only wish to change things back
I truly want My Freedom back
"Just look within" ,"You'll find it there"
THese words dont tell me that You care
I need to know FROM YOU,I'm Real
That You really KNOW the way I feel
Where did my freedom run off to?
I need to find it ,wouldn't you?
I seemed to have it , just today
And then it up and ran away
Yes,My submission's new to me
So many things I Do not see,
So much joy ,yet so much pain
I only want` my freedom again
Dont feel "Special",dont feel Nice
In my veins now,flows blood like ice
I only wish to change things back
I truly want My Freedom back
"Just look within" ,"You'll find it there"
THese words dont tell me that You care
I need to know FROM YOU,I'm Real
That You really KNOW the way I feel
redelicious
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Hot4Heels said:
I happen to love this one H4H.
A Desert Rose
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The Longing
I await your words
that tenderly take hold of my heart.
Time creeps so slow
and becomes an eternity,
until once again I am the object of your attention.
I await your touch
that comes from such a distance.
Time stands still
as I am spinning around you
because in those moments there is only you and I.
I await your desires
that are my reason for being.
My time is only for you
in those rare moments
that I can fulfill your needs and become complete.
You have made me yours,
Filled my heart and stripped my soul,
and for the first time
I know I am whole.
I await your words
that tenderly take hold of my heart.
Time creeps so slow
and becomes an eternity,
until once again I am the object of your attention.
I await your touch
that comes from such a distance.
Time stands still
as I am spinning around you
because in those moments there is only you and I.
I await your desires
that are my reason for being.
My time is only for you
in those rare moments
that I can fulfill your needs and become complete.
You have made me yours,
Filled my heart and stripped my soul,
and for the first time
I know I am whole.
WriterDom
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come, little one
my doe-eyed girl
trembling in sugary anticipation
yes, it is time
for my eyes to feast upon your flesh
to circle you
a catlike stalk
a kiss so soft against your shoulder
a deep whisper
my breath like the sun against your ear
"you are Mine"
a spank so hard
it nearly buckles your knees
a startled cry shatters the silence
your ass branded with the print
as if asking for another
"On your knees"
my callused hand soaks
the softness of your hair
then grabs like a vise
"Pleasure me"
a muffled moan
throaty as cock fills
a needy mouth
hungry with unimagined lust
to please
to please
my doe-eyed girl
trembling in sugary anticipation
yes, it is time
for my eyes to feast upon your flesh
to circle you
a catlike stalk
a kiss so soft against your shoulder
a deep whisper
my breath like the sun against your ear
"you are Mine"
a spank so hard
it nearly buckles your knees
a startled cry shatters the silence
your ass branded with the print
as if asking for another
"On your knees"
my callused hand soaks
the softness of your hair
then grabs like a vise
"Pleasure me"
a muffled moan
throaty as cock fills
a needy mouth
hungry with unimagined lust
to please
to please
lovetoread
hello daddy
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That was absolutely beautiful,WD.
artful
*His eyes as an Eagle's*
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*Shiver*
The Master's Challenge
The fear that lurks in a Master's heart
Throughout the journey as at the start
What must He do to show the caring
While leading on with truth and daring
His duty calls from deep within
To find that 'space' while skin-to-skin
As floggers hiss through thickened air
To stroke the flesh that's offered bare
Her gasps and moans of fevered heights
When souls do search for sound delights
The blushing pinks He turns to reds
As one who shakes while trussed on bed
He knows the power of His control
To lash the dance of pain through soul
The finished scene so soon will end
His will supreme as time does bend
His words and acts on full display
As now He hears the trumpets play
Her flags unfold with stars and stripes
His eyes do gleam in shadowed lights
Once more His hand has done the deed
For lustful want was turned to need
Now tender love and comfort share
With one who trusts that He'll be there
Doubts and fears now race in bold
But truth runs hot and blankets cold
Arms grasp and cling to melt together
The storm relaced by calmer weather
-This is Dedicated to Dream-
The Master's Challenge
The fear that lurks in a Master's heart
Throughout the journey as at the start
What must He do to show the caring
While leading on with truth and daring
His duty calls from deep within
To find that 'space' while skin-to-skin
As floggers hiss through thickened air
To stroke the flesh that's offered bare
Her gasps and moans of fevered heights
When souls do search for sound delights
The blushing pinks He turns to reds
As one who shakes while trussed on bed
He knows the power of His control
To lash the dance of pain through soul
The finished scene so soon will end
His will supreme as time does bend
His words and acts on full display
As now He hears the trumpets play
Her flags unfold with stars and stripes
His eyes do gleam in shadowed lights
Once more His hand has done the deed
For lustful want was turned to need
Now tender love and comfort share
With one who trusts that He'll be there
Doubts and fears now race in bold
But truth runs hot and blankets cold
Arms grasp and cling to melt together
The storm relaced by calmer weather
-This is Dedicated to Dream-
subtledecadence
Experienced
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Heat
Oh how hot the Fire
That seers my tortured flesh,
Fanning the Flames of Dark Desire
Licking at my memory.
Burning me.
Branding the imprint of You
On my soul.
Hot, so very hot
Your penetrating gaze,
Leaving me aching and wanting,
Needing Your heat, that Punishes
With every caress.
Desire washing over me in waves,
Released of Control, my passions set aflame,
An inferno of ecstasy claims me...
and I am set free.
subtledecadence
Oh how hot the Fire
That seers my tortured flesh,
Fanning the Flames of Dark Desire
Licking at my memory.
Burning me.
Branding the imprint of You
On my soul.
Hot, so very hot
Your penetrating gaze,
Leaving me aching and wanting,
Needing Your heat, that Punishes
With every caress.
Desire washing over me in waves,
Released of Control, my passions set aflame,
An inferno of ecstasy claims me...
and I am set free.
subtledecadenceA Desert Rose
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Hi Subtle
Long time no see. Hope you are doing well.
Very nice poem by the way. Have you sent it to Lit?
Long time no see. Hope you are doing well.
Very nice poem by the way. Have you sent it to Lit?
eastTNbbw
Simple Desires.....
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Desert Rose...
What beautiful sentiments you expressed. They did touch me very deeply.
And thank you so much to the others that have shared a very special part of themselves here by sharing their writings. I know I will visit this thread often.
A Desert Rose said:
What beautiful sentiments you expressed. They did touch me very deeply.
And thank you so much to the others that have shared a very special part of themselves here by sharing their writings. I know I will visit this thread often.
A Desert Rose
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I have a new poem to share.
I submitted to Lit tonight. If you want to critique, feel free to.
Thank you... ~smile~
No More Disappointments
I come crawling to you,
My head bowed, my heart pounding.
I cannot look at you,
Knowing the disappointment in your eyes.
I ache deep inside myself
For the hurt I am causing you.
Your hand grasps my dark curls.
Pulling my head back to face you,
That punishment eclipses anything that I am feeling.
You make me look at you,
And see your disfavor, disappointment and hurt.
Tears escaping from the corners of my eyes.
Your fingers wipe away the tears.
Your hand cradles my chin.
My face flushed and wet.
I am suffering for the pain I have caused you.
I cannot speak but my eyes beg and ask,
What can I do to make this right again?
I submitted to Lit tonight. If you want to critique, feel free to.
Thank you... ~smile~
No More Disappointments
I come crawling to you,
My head bowed, my heart pounding.
I cannot look at you,
Knowing the disappointment in your eyes.
I ache deep inside myself
For the hurt I am causing you.
Your hand grasps my dark curls.
Pulling my head back to face you,
That punishment eclipses anything that I am feeling.
You make me look at you,
And see your disfavor, disappointment and hurt.
Tears escaping from the corners of my eyes.
Your fingers wipe away the tears.
Your hand cradles my chin.
My face flushed and wet.
I am suffering for the pain I have caused you.
I cannot speak but my eyes beg and ask,
What can I do to make this right again?
MasterKensbeany
Experienced
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Is this poetry?
I'm not really sure this qualifies as poetry but, its not a story either really...anyway, thought I'd add it to the thread. Hope you like it.
I stand, naked, on the edge of a cliff. The night is cold, a restless wind nips at my toes, my nipples, my nose. It reaches under my bright white wings and lifts them gently, the dazzling moonlight dancing across them, making them glow with the color of opals. The wind sets my hair to flying, the streaks of silver catching the light of the moon like frost on a flower. I am poised for flight, the sea and the sky before me, a goddess ready to take to her heavens.
Behind me stands a man, dark and beautiful and quiet. In one hand he holds a shining knife, in the other a silver collar. At his feet a bag lays, in it are the instruments he will use to enslave me and make me his for all time, instruments of pain and of love. He makes no sound, neither calls for me nor gestures. This is my decision to make.
I let the wind flow under my wings. All i need do is fall forward with my wings unfurled and freedom is mine forever. I know what waits behind me, the hurt, the humiliation, the dominance of his spirit over mine and his eternal love. He is waiting.
I turn away from the sea and sky, from my freedom. I walk slowly toward this man who has stolen my heart. As i walk, my wings begin to shed their feathers, I will need them no more. The goddess is giving herself to her God. When i reach him, I drop to my knees at his feet and hand him the last lovely white feather as a token of my devotion. I lean over and tenderly kiss each foot before looking up at him. My smile is as bright as the feather in his hand. He drops the knife in the bag and places the collar around my throat. He takes my hand, helping me to my feet and giving me one gentle kiss before turning and leading me into the temple.
I'm not really sure this qualifies as poetry but, its not a story either really...anyway, thought I'd add it to the thread. Hope you like it.
I stand, naked, on the edge of a cliff. The night is cold, a restless wind nips at my toes, my nipples, my nose. It reaches under my bright white wings and lifts them gently, the dazzling moonlight dancing across them, making them glow with the color of opals. The wind sets my hair to flying, the streaks of silver catching the light of the moon like frost on a flower. I am poised for flight, the sea and the sky before me, a goddess ready to take to her heavens.
Behind me stands a man, dark and beautiful and quiet. In one hand he holds a shining knife, in the other a silver collar. At his feet a bag lays, in it are the instruments he will use to enslave me and make me his for all time, instruments of pain and of love. He makes no sound, neither calls for me nor gestures. This is my decision to make.
I let the wind flow under my wings. All i need do is fall forward with my wings unfurled and freedom is mine forever. I know what waits behind me, the hurt, the humiliation, the dominance of his spirit over mine and his eternal love. He is waiting.
I turn away from the sea and sky, from my freedom. I walk slowly toward this man who has stolen my heart. As i walk, my wings begin to shed their feathers, I will need them no more. The goddess is giving herself to her God. When i reach him, I drop to my knees at his feet and hand him the last lovely white feather as a token of my devotion. I lean over and tenderly kiss each foot before looking up at him. My smile is as bright as the feather in his hand. He drops the knife in the bag and places the collar around my throat. He takes my hand, helping me to my feet and giving me one gentle kiss before turning and leading me into the temple.
Moyds_jewel
Experienced
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Master's Voice
My Master's voice binds
with erotic possession
my submissive heart
__________
it is an honor and a joy to be His
My Master's voice binds
with erotic possession
my submissive heart
__________
it is an honor and a joy to be His
A Desert Rose
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The Familiar Ache
Our conversations play again in my mind.
Over and over I hear your voice,
Soft, low and whispering.
And I feel that very familiar ache.
It has become like a second skin to me.
I carry it with me all day.
In moments of aloneness, it covers me heavily.
The weight of it paralyzes me.
Your touch on my skin,
Your fingers pinching,
Your hands holding mine,
Your lips kissing,
The ache for these and more, cause stirrings in me.
A sweet yet miserable ache.
It's become familiar like an old friend.
I wait anxiously for you to speak my name,
For your voice in my ears and your skin on mine,
For you to make this familiar ache feel new again.
Our conversations play again in my mind.
Over and over I hear your voice,
Soft, low and whispering.
And I feel that very familiar ache.
It has become like a second skin to me.
I carry it with me all day.
In moments of aloneness, it covers me heavily.
The weight of it paralyzes me.
Your touch on my skin,
Your fingers pinching,
Your hands holding mine,
Your lips kissing,
The ache for these and more, cause stirrings in me.
A sweet yet miserable ache.
It's become familiar like an old friend.
I wait anxiously for you to speak my name,
For your voice in my ears and your skin on mine,
For you to make this familiar ache feel new again.
WriterDom
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Phone Sex
on the edge, always.
fingers tease, then stall.
your orgasm in chains
unlocked by my voice
at my discretion
growling nasty thoughts
against your eager ear
winding that mounting yearn
tighter and tighter in web
of slippery warmth
"may I cum, Sir?" you plead
fighting the greed
of taking your pleasure
which would be stolen
without my blessing
Yes, my pet,
come loud for me
on the edge, always.
fingers tease, then stall.
your orgasm in chains
unlocked by my voice
at my discretion
growling nasty thoughts
against your eager ear
winding that mounting yearn
tighter and tighter in web
of slippery warmth
"may I cum, Sir?" you plead
fighting the greed
of taking your pleasure
which would be stolen
without my blessing
Yes, my pet,
come loud for me
A Desert Rose
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Tonight and Again
Tonight I heard you call me,
not a request but a demand.
"Come here," you whispered.
Tonight I felt you fingers
knotted in my hair,
Pulling me to your mouth.
Tonight I felt your hands
around my wrists,
Pressing yourself against me.
Tonight I felt your lips
on my most secret parts,
Teasing and loving me.
Tonight I felt the oneness
of our body's perfect fit,
Complete and intense.
Tonight I heard my voice
begging for more of you,
"Yes, take me again, please."
Tonight I heard you call me,
not a request but a demand.
"Come here," you whispered.
Tonight I felt you fingers
knotted in my hair,
Pulling me to your mouth.
Tonight I felt your hands
around my wrists,
Pressing yourself against me.
Tonight I felt your lips
on my most secret parts,
Teasing and loving me.
Tonight I felt the oneness
of our body's perfect fit,
Complete and intense.
Tonight I heard my voice
begging for more of you,
"Yes, take me again, please."
