Passionate Poetry

[Maid of Marvels]

The Well of All-Healing
George William Russell

There'sa cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee
Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool:
And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me,
And the heart of the earth is full.

Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land
With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave:
Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand
Or lost in the love it gave.

When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth,
And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool;
Oh, it’s lost and deep I’ll be amid the Danaan mirth,
While the heart of the earth is full.

 

[EesomeBeastie]

A lady told me that Tuesdays are Tease-Me Tuesdays, so in honour of that superb notion:

Tease-Me Tuesday

My fingers dancing up your thigh
Elicit a delicious sigh
Climbing further, up I go
Over flesh as soft as snow
Now I’m almost at my goal
To take you, body, heart and soul!

© EesomeBeastie, April 2010 ;-)
i.e. this is my own demented scribbling

 

[EesomeBeastie]

It's Wednesday, so:

Happy Hump Day
by EesomeBeastie

Have a happy hump day
A grind and thrust and bump day
A find yourself a likely lad, strip off and on you jump day!

(Yes, it’s another of my Daft Ditties)

 

[yeishia]

It's Wednesday, so:

Happy Hump Day
by EesomeBeastie

Have a happy hump day
A grind and thrust and bump day
A find yourself a likely lad, strip off and on you jump day!

(Yes, it’s another of my Daft Ditties)

Your ditties are fantastic .... lol they belong in my Eclectic Thread; I have some funny limericks there I think you would like.
Here is the link An Eclectic Collection

Such wisdom, thank you

True Surrender​

I've been in pain for a long time.
I allowed the sorrows of yesterday to take me far away.
But, recent events have shown me the joys of today.

As time passes and the seasons change, it is clear to me
that it is living in today that can bring the peace of serenity.

I've been moving through life blind and purely reacting.
I almost lost myself forever.
But, through the haze of pain I've come to realize
that to have anything worth giving,
I must first belong to myself.

Learning is knowing that
in each day there is beauty,
that in each tear drop there is release,
and that in each studied spiritual moment,
therein lies my inner peace.

For what seemed like forever,
I did not know these truths.
I didn't have a clue.
But, recently, it has become clear to me;
so vivid and true -

Before one can surrender...

To thine own self be true.

Sir Postal's girl​

 

[yeishia]

Sweet Remembrance


We walk a secret path today,
in the moment of our quiet intimacy.
Not knowing where this trail will lead,
nor grasping when it ends.

We share our private thoughts today,
trusting they'll do no harm.
Along this path we stop to share
inner feelings, deep desires.

We walk today this special route,
and each reach out for the other.
Hands and hearts together now,
spirits joyful and intertwined.

My mind is filled with sweet images,
like souvenirs collected along our way.
Memories to prompt our journey,
each exciting as the last.

Someday the path we walk today
will narrow so only one
must walk alone in silence
with the memories of what had been.

Collected memories in my mind,
a mental scrapbook for me to carry
if I must take the narrow path
and carry only the traces of your being.

Memories of your smiling lips,
eyes that danced with laughter.
sensual images of full breasts
warm and soft under my gentle touch.

Images of your womanhood
proud and free in its response.
Fragrances that will long linger
after the rose has gone.

Your gentle loving heart,
caring in such an honest way.
A brilliant grown-up mind,
but still within the playful child.

Remembrances of our secret walk
along that hidden path
will warm my soul on winter days,
a bright star to light my nights.

Robert W. Birch​

 

[yeishia]

Love hurts if it doesn't hurt it sucks!

Forget-me-Not

Give me a sign,
Let me know where I stand.
Do I still hold your heart,
In the palm of my hand.
Great rivers run between us,
Both imposed and self made.
But will we ever dare to cross them,
Or let sleeping dogs lay.
This distance is Hell,
This silence is not gold.
I yearn for our past glories,
To relive the days of old.
Your memory is still on my lips,
My hands still feel your flesh,
For you to say you want me back,
Would be my fondest wish.
As I watch you from the distance,
I feel a swell of pride.
I curse the fate, the god, the master
Who keeps me from your side.
Please never doubt I love you,
Or shun to cause you pain.
All ask is to know truly,
That you haven’t forgotten my name.


Tygrehart​

 

[yeishia]

I find I have nothing to add


All These Faded Novembers



All these faded Novembers slip past
leaving me with the stale dusty taste of things forgotten
on my tongue
Maybe I haven’t the memories…
Or perhaps I haven’t the heart.

Sometimes, I think I can recapture the moment:
How freedom felt on the soles of unshod feet
crisp and sharp like new grass.
Or the decadence of the sultry summer sun on naked flesh
ripe with the promise of possibility,
without the threat of "forever"

But my courage has left me;
I drift aimlessly on the bitter winds.
I now drink from the placid waters
and feed upon the bracken and moss
which grows within my shadowed soul.

November​

 

[yeishia]

I find that when I am in need I simply open a page and there it is the perfect poem, one that expresses the moment...

Oh! to be a beloved one again ​

​

​

Beloved slave


“Beloved slave” is what it said

a phrase on nothing more

then a trinket

a small round tag carried with her


but oh how I envied her

that small thing

to feel the true love of a Master

each touch

each look

every welt and bruise

made with love

caring and trust


not just a Top

a man finding pleasure

in being a brute

the type of guy to take

conquer

shatter

leaving nothing

of the woman that was


I longed

for an artists touch

a gentle hand

holding the whip

a feeling of safety

trust and compassion

in loving eyes

in a Master’s eyes

taking because it is given

freely

willingly

and with wanting


“Beloved slave”

two small words

that could mean the world



bound gypsy​

 

[yeishia]

It took me much pain to realize this as truth, and yet I still find myself still trying to become that which I am not to please another whom I love.
It does both him and I a disservice...why I ask myself?
Will I never learn?​

True Surrender



I've been in pain for a long time.
I allowed the sorrows of yesterday to take me far away.
But, recent events have shown me the joys of today.

As time passes and the seasons change, it is clear to me
that it is living in today that can bring the peace of serenity.

I've been moving through life blind and purely reacting.
I almost lost myself forever.
But, through the haze of pain I've come to realize
that to have anything worth giving,
I must first belong to myself.

Learning is knowing that
in each day there is beauty,
that in each tear drop there is release,
and that in each studied spiritual moment,
therein lies my inner peace.

For what seemed like forever,
I did not know these truths.
I didn't have a clue.
But, recently, it has become clear to me;
so vivid and true -

Before one can surrender...

To thine own self be true.

Sir Postal's girl​

 

[yeishia]

The Masochist Ode #3


Would you rend me into
nothingness, would you take
my spirit and crush it to
your shape and fancy?

There is a fierce ardency
that punctuates your senses,
especially when we shift
from hobbyists to artisans in

wielding oiled braids and leather
strips. There is a human music,
you tell me later, in breathing,
especially when it moves from

labored to serene in the aftermath
as they are contained within
the four walls of the room -
like keeping a secret from

everything else outside.
Convergence, caresses,
four eyes broken in pairs
previously on each ends of

authority and control now dive
deep into each other and
feast in mirrors of the self and reflect
mute, unknown but immortal sublimity.

Then, a sensual sorcery
before everything and nothing,
that fuses two souls together
in the deathless pleasures of sleep.

Pantheris​

 

[yeishia]

Tormented

This is what I meant,
When I said you were killing me,
I’m tormented by my own insanity,
Over you.

I am so tired
Of hurting,
Of crying,
Of longing,

Of this trying that insists,
Of waiting,
Of aching,
Of wanting,

Of this need that persists,
To have you deep inside,
To be at your mercy,
To plead with you to ride,

As I’m whimpering out your name,
Forgetting to breathe,
Hoping you won’t leave,
Of feeling like I have no other choice,

Except to be scorched by your fire,
Like a moth to a flame,
Not being able to resist
The beauty hidden in death.​

Ann Shelley​

 

[YourDemonLover]

I thought this might appeal to you yeishia.........something to discuss at length perhaps?

Surrender



Trust Me with your heart.
Place it in My hands,
To crush or caress.
Trust that I will not hurt you.
Give it to Me because you desire Me to possess it,
Not because it is My will.

Trust Me with your mind.
Place it in My hands, also,
To destroy or reshape.
Trust Me to mold it according to your needs
Not simply to suit My own purposes.

Trust Me with your body.
It too, place in My hands.
Mine, to batter or protect.
Trust Me to keep you safe
And to provide for you that which is needed
to ensure your happiness.

Trust Me with your very soul.
Place it in My hands, as well.
Lay it bare before Me, vulnerable to My will.
Trust that I will guide you safely through the darkness
protecting your interests at all times,
regardless of My desires.

Above all, trust Me with your complete and total surrender.
Trust that I will honor and cherish
your submission to Me.
Trust that I will not abuse this gift
That you so lovingly give to Me.


Pealus

 

[yeishia]

It did , thank you my demon, .​

Inspiration!

You ask me if I love you,
Then you suck the lips off my face
And chew on the delicacy of their maroon creases.
'Body shop' lipstick, no. 12;
The taste of compact slabs of cherry.
This cheap adolescent disguise has guided me through all
my realizations.

I left it on the edge of plastic vodka glasses and blood smeared mirrors,
On the foreskins of Greek men,
And finally, on all your cliched perfume soaked letters.
Now it is in your mouth, your throat, your stomach.
You have swallowed my teens and all those fermented mistakes.

The ones I danced into blind,
Fumbling for an urgent exit
In whitewashed jeans and tobacco coated pockets.
All the words that flew out and assaulted
Steve, Damien, Kieren, Gary, Ben
(and all the others my high tech brain has crashed out and deleted),
Have left open wounds in my voice box,
gauged by their barbed wire font.

But as you savor the many varied tastes of my existence,
I can feel my insides frantically stitching and nursing
my pubescent cuts and bruises. Healing in seconds.
Now I am your fetus and everything is warm.

You feed me with a mother's strength and make me reborn,
Without all these zits and misadventures.
My new born 'Halleaugh' scream, realized from sterilized lungs
will be pristine, no lipstick stains in sight.

The answer to your question is
"Yes, Yes, Yes! "
Yes, I love you.
Your purple mechanical palms,
that at night sofen like the chocolate in the sunlight
And melt into my thighs.
Your heavy tortures eyes, your laughter,
And the way you inhale my fragrance

Yes, Yes, Yes.

I swirl out of your anesthetic
With a bacon rind for a belly button
And that's my first word,
A singular syllable.

I can turn the lens until my eyes are in focus,
And you, my surgeon, become my mother.
"Your adolescence has been successfully removed.
The operation was beautiful, wonderful,
Just fine. "

My log in word is 'You'.
That is all I remember.
I am a blank canvas, a cut- price jotter pad, an overflowing biro.
Write all over me.

Scrawl your name in my razor sharp armpits,
In my louse- free hair, my eyelashes bulging with years of mascara.
Practice your joined up handwriting on
My Mound of Venus and the folds of my labia;
Magenta pink and bald.

I am your Frankenstein,
but I promise not to fail.
I will get top marks in my oral stage, my anal stage
And all the others I don't remember,
Because we hit the doodle stage in class.

With you, I will grow old and withered
And our tree roots will be dangerously entwined with time.
We will become soil once again and make love amongst the worms.
'Yes' will be always be my answer, my mantra.
You will always be my host, my vessel;
A place to store my happiness and tears.


Mimi
​

 

[VampiricTouch]

Undisclosed Desires... by Muse

I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied

Soothe me
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine

Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

 

[yeishia]

Always it comes down to this dark insanity........
*smiles sadly*


Tormented

This is what I meant,
When I said you were killing me,
I’m tormented by my own insanity,
Over you.

I am so tired
Of hurting,
Of crying,
Of longing,

Of this trying that insists,
Of waiting,
Of aching,
Of wanting,

Of this need that persists,
To have you deep inside,
To be at your mercy,
To plead with you to ride,

As I’m whimpering out your name,
Forgetting to breathe,
Hoping you won’t leave,
Of feeling like I have no other choice,

Except to be scorched by your fire,
Like a moth to a flame,
Not being able to resist
The beauty hidden in death.

Shelly Martin​

 

[yeishia]

Kneels down soft tears falling form her eyes, wishing she had known this Dom.




The Master's Touch



The old Dom lay upon his deathbed, his body worn and grey.

His sons, his students and submissives gathered about him, though long had they dreaded to see this day.

He knew that his long journey was almost done, and that now then it would end

He looked into the eyes of those he loved, and knew of no better way this time to spend.

"My sons...my students", he said to them, "My time is growing short".

"I ask for no tears upon my grave...I never was that sort."

"I need have no memorial, save what I have give unto you."

"let not the lesson that I have taught you vanish like unto the mornings early dew."

"For you my brothers are Dominants.....the ones to whom they bend their knee,

With down cast eyes and yearning souls and so brightly soaring needs.

For the submissive woman is like unto no other, in her mind, her body or soul.

For her the journey is rocky and harsh, but she will have no other road.

That road is fraught with peril, their path at best a bitter sweet run.

A lonely soaring searching need to find the truley Dominant one.

To cast away the wanna bes, the abusers and the cruel.

To find the one that she can serve, and not be seen as less when she calls him "Master", as she kneels in front of his stool.

For with that title there come a trust, that no 'nilla can understand.

To take her mind, her heart and soul and mold it with the Master's hand.

To protect her against all the world, be she right or wrong.

To love her enough to discipline her into the cold and lonely night regardless of the cost.

To bring forth from her the beauty that in truth was always there, had any the eyes with which to see.

To show unto her the hardest truths, how a chain can make you free.

And how a women that is kneeling, can stand above the rest.

And how to have the strength to offer her submission, can be the hardest test.

He felt a chill pass through his heart and knew the time had come.

It was time to leave this mortal Earth, his time allotted, run.

And as the darkness closed in around him, for but a moment he bid it stay.

And gasped a last quick message unto his sons, his students and his mate.

In leather have I lived my life, and in leather do I die.

The leather that bonds us each unto the other....a bond as true as the summer sky.

For in Leather we are a family...a bond that none save us can break.

Dom and sub, we stand together as one, each with a thirst for the other to taste.

Learn and teach the rules my friends, and forget not the old ways, as I have taught them unto you.

Welcome the newbie, gather them in, protect them as I once did for you.

Be their shelter against the storm that would destroy them without care or thought.

And from where ever I am, be it heaven or hell, I will be proud of the fruit that my teachings have brought.

With a tug upon his arm, he could say no more, and Death did claim him that day as it's own.

And he cast off the old and weary flesh and looked back upon what his words had sown.

And he saw them standing there, tall and proud, or kneeling without shame.

Both Dom and sub, each in their place, and both proud to bear the name.

He looked into the dark clad angels face and said, "All is as it should be."

The doms will protect them unto their last breath, the subs are proud to bend their knee.

I have done all that I can do here, I see nothing left I have left undone.

The journey now is over, the battle fought, the final race is run.

And as he left this lowly Earth, he looked back one last time.

And bid a silent and soft farewell to those he left behind.

And as he turned and left them there, he knew with all his heart.

That what he had created would never tarnish.....and never rust.

For within each of them he had left

"The Loving Master's Touch."

Sir Wolfr1​

 

[yeishia]

I love this poets work, it gives me shivers.





The Dance

A lonely submissive slowly climbed the stairs

And unto her computer did go

Her movements were slow and filled with pain

Her limbs were stiff and slow

She eased herself into the chair

And tried wisely not to cry out

As her abused flesh did protest and rage

From this latest D/s bout

He had claimed to be a Master

She knew him now to be nothing of the kind

He had weaved his lies so skillfully,

And she wondered, "Could time ease this pain of heart and mind?"

Not just the pain of battered flesh

She knew, in a few days that would fade

But the pain in her soul, the shattered trust

The mockery of everything she held dear that he had made.

She remembered her ex-husbands words

How he had told her that she was sick

And how she had trusted once her dearest friend

Who then told her this was a disease that she could lick.

She thought how at work, she stood so tall

When what she really wanted to do was kneel

And how men would ask her for a date

Never understanding how she did truly feel.

"I know he is out there" she thought to herself

As she typed her password in

Not a sadist, or an abuser, but an honest man.

One who would understand the passons I hold within.

She knew that the hunt would soon go on

She knew what she had to find

He was out there somewhere...a proud strong Dom

Who would understand her heart, soul and mind.

One who would control her,

and yet would not abuse such trust

One to whom she could serve as a loving slave.

And who would not be overcome by his lust.

One to whom she could bend her knee

And not be seen the lesser for

One who would hold her, and mold her and make her his

And under whose boot, she could soar.

He who would understand this burning need

That made her different from the rest

One who would hold her, stroke her and make her feel safe

Even if she failed his test

"A man like that is worth the any cost"

She thought to herself, deep within her mind

What is broken flesh, or promises and trust

If such a Master I can find.

One who can fill my days with happiness

And fill my nights with passon and with love...

One who would make me crawl beneath His boots

Or soar in the stars above?

Someday I will find Him

Someday his collar shall I feel

Only then can this hurt be over

As in pride before him I do kneel.

And somewhere...not all that far away

There before a computer screen

A Master read a profile

And well understood what the words did mean

For he knew that he was a Hunter

and that was yet the hunted, all in one.

He reached his hand out to his mouse and smiled,

As once again, the dance began

"Perhaps this one" he thought to himself

As he entered the command

"Not a gamer or liar, a head case or whore

But one who will, with honesty kneel before me where I stand."

One who would take that which I would give

And give that which I would take.

She with the yen to match my yang

Within each a thirst for the other to drink.

And so even now, the game goes on

Where Hunter and hunted are one

A dance of love and respect, of passion and trust,

With each other, something wonderful begun


Sir Wolfr1​

 

[yeishia]

I am bound by such a chain, invisible but to the the owner of my heart.


Golden Chain


A golden chain
links her heart to his
binds her to him
in her love

the words he speaks
a gift to her soul
her replies are soft whispers
gentle caresses

they share their souls
gifting each other
with all they have
with their very beings

a golden chain
hangs between them
a tug on it
brings her to his feet

she is his in heart and soul
and cares not who knows
he is hers as well
protecting her
from all who might harm her.

he is hers in heart and soul
he guides her to be
more than she was
he takes the gift of her surrender

together
they are chained
golden links
bind them
the links are words and thoughts
their tender gestures
and their soft touches

they surrender themselves
to their love
to their passion
to each other
joining all that they are
within the golden chain of love

Sa'eela​

 

[yeishia]

The video and music by enigma are a must see and hear

Dedicated to the darker side of my equation: to my sister subs.


"Two Sisters


I came across two sisters,
Their names were Day and Night.
The one it seems was wholly wrong,
The other holy right.

I shunned the darker sister
For fear of what I'd find
While golden rays of summer haze
Danced softly through my mind.

I opened wide my virgin heart
And begged her soul come in,
Not knowing that the evil one
Was her fraternal twin.

And knowing not what I know now,
That dusk and dawn are same,
And that a giving, open heart
Is but a viper's game.

Now sunlight burned and having learned,
I spare myself the fight
And live in empty certainty
With ladies of the night.

Brent Foto
​

 

[Trixabell]

A short little something....

.............

 

[MsAphrodite]

I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied

Soothe me
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine

Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Thank you so much VT for this poem it gave me chills

Silent Love Shy Love



The word Love,
Love is something we all can enjoy,
It is something we all can share,
Only with that special someone,
Who we all care about.
But why are we scared of it?
I don't know why,
But if I wasn't,
I would tell you every time,
Rain or shine,
Every time we're apart I nearly cry,
Because this love inside of me is strong,
There are no boundaries that it can hide,
I want to scream it out,
But I'm too shy,
So I wait and watch wishing,
That I had the courage to tell you,
How much I feel inside.
MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE.
This is to that special someone.
I Love You.




Luke W.
​

 

[yeishia]

This is for you, the one whole curls up behind me just before the dawn breaks



An Exotic


Not in a climate near the sun
Did the cloud with its trailing fringes float,
Whence, white as the down of an angel's plume,
Fell the snow of her brow and throat.

And the ground had been rich for a thousand years
With the blood of heroes, and sages, and kings,
Where the rose that blooms in her exquisite cheek
Unfolded the flush of its wings.

On a land where the faces are fair, though pale
As a moonlit mist when the winds are still,
She breaks like a morning in Paradise
Through the palms of an orient hill.

Her beauty, perhaps, were all too bright,
But about her there broods some delicate spell,
Whence the wondrous charm of the girl grows soft
As the light in an English dell.

There is not a story of faith and truth
On the starry scroll of her country's fame,
But has helped to shape her stately mien,
And to touch her soul with flame.

I sometimes forget, as she sweeps me a bow,
That I gaze on a simple English maid,
And I bend my head, as if to a queen
Who is courting my lance and blade.

Once, as we read, in a curtained niche,
A poet who sang of her sea-throned isle,
There was something of Albion's mighty Bess
In the flash of her haughty smile.

She seemed to gather from every age
All the greatness of England about her there,
And my fancy wove a royal crown
Of the dusky gold of her hair.

But it was no queen to whom that day,
In the dim green shade of a trellised vine,
I whispered a hope that had somewhat to do
With a small white hand in mine.

The Tudor had vanished, and, as I spoke,
'T was herself looked out of her frank brown eye,
And an answer was burning upon her face,
Ere I caught the low reply.

What was it! Nothing the world need know --
The stars saw our parting! Enough, that then
I walked from the porch with the tread of a king,
And she was a queen again!

Henry Timrod​

 

[yeishia]

This started out as quote of the day and when I Goggled it to look for its creator I found this poem, enjoy!

No one waits forever!


Have you ever noticed
That the worst way to miss someone
Is when they are right beside you,
And yet you can never have them…
When the moment you can’t feel them
Under your fingertips,
You miss them?
Have you ever wondered which hurts the most,
saying something and wishing you had not, or
saying nothing and wishing you had?
I guess the most important things
Are the hardest to say
They are the things you get ashamed of
Because words diminish them.
Word shrink things that seemed timeless
When they were in your head…
To no more than living size
When they are brought out…
Don’t be afraid to tell someone you love them
If you do, they might break your heart…
but if you don’t…
you might break theirs
Have you ever decided not to become a couple
because you were so afraid of losing
What you already had with that person?
Your heart decides who it likes
And who it doesn’t
You can’t tell your heart what to do
It does on its own…
When you least expect it,
Or even when you don’t want it to
Have you ever wanted to love someone
With everything you had,
But that other person
Was too afraid to let you?
Too many of us stay walled
Because we are too afraid
To care too much…
For fear that the other person
Does not care as much, or not talk at all…
Have you ever loved someone?
And they had absolutely
No idea whatsoever?
Or fell for your bestfriend
In the entire world,
And then sat around
And watched her fall
for someone else?
Have you ever denied your
feelings for someone
Because of fear of rejection
Was too hard to handle?
We tell lies when we are afraid…
Afraid of what we don’t know,
Afraid of what will be found out about us.
But everytime we tell a lie…
The things we fear grow stronger
Life is all about risks
And it requires you to jump.
Don’t be a person
Who has to look back
And wonder what they would have,
or could have had…
No one waits forever…

unknown
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[yeishia]

Two poems by the same author , enjoy



Roses

So many people say
To stop and smell the roses
Sometimes you’ve got to stop and
Be the rose
To rest, and feel the gentle kiss
Of time upon your brow
For every moment’s over
Once it’s gone

J.V. Altharas





Master’s Call

I saw that glimpse within your eye
The moment I saw you
A need, a hunger, lost within,
A witness with no truth
Looking ’round with nonchalance
You could not meet my gaze
My strength worn well upon my sleeve,
Your needs upon your face
For some are born to hold the keys,
The floggers, canes and whips
But you were born to wear the chains,
The words upon your lips…….
“As you wish, Master.”
You had no clue I’d chosen you
To serve my wicked whims
The choice was mine, not yours you see
To teach you how to sin
Along I came, within my hand
The questions in your dreams
A simple answer, here before you…
Life upon your knees
You needed nothing more than I,
To teach you how to plead
So dark and cold, my dungeons hold
All you shall ever need

J.V. Altharas​

 

[yeishia]

The kiss of a prince, though he seemed more of a God to me


The Kiss of a Prince


She sparkles in the blue moonshine,
Glistening near the translucent lake,
As the swans and lilies gather around,
Patiently awaiting her awake.

Fireflies flickering about the cattails,
The salt marshes cease to calm,
As her majestic beauty commences,
Out of the icy mist rises her palm.

She gently waves to her prince,
Mystified by this benevolent moment,
Approaching with a tranquil serenity,
Defiance uplifts his wonderment.

The voluptuous touch of their hands,
Brings endearment and cries,
Spellbound by her unearthly charm,
She has him till sunrise.

The intoxicating kiss between them,
Ceases all cosmos and nature around,
As their tasteful lips depart,
Endorses a tenderness frown.

Pleasurable smiles in their faces,
They adorn a passionless gaze,
As hands around her waist,
They merge into a lustful blaze.

Gently fondling her luminous hair,
The gradual tilt of his head,
Brings their ravishing lips together,
Illuminating a fairytale unread.

Prince Enigma
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