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A Desert Rose
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Inspirations From a Broken Heart
I don't usually write poems that rhyme. Hold down the laughter... Please.
I write so well with a broken heart.
I don't know how it ends,
But I know how the pain will start.
I ache inside 'til the sadness pours
And I taste it salty
On these lips that miss yours.
I finger the buttons on my phone,
wishing for you to call
But knowing you've left me all alone.
I try so hard to turn off my mind
and will you out of it
and yet, you are so unkind.
You're part of all I hold most dear
and all my heart holds close,
I wonder again when my head will be clear.
I write so well with a broken heart.
I live alone with the ache
And the searing pain of being apart.
I don't usually write poems that rhyme. Hold down the laughter... Please.
I write so well with a broken heart.
I don't know how it ends,
But I know how the pain will start.
I ache inside 'til the sadness pours
And I taste it salty
On these lips that miss yours.
I finger the buttons on my phone,
wishing for you to call
But knowing you've left me all alone.
I try so hard to turn off my mind
and will you out of it
and yet, you are so unkind.
You're part of all I hold most dear
and all my heart holds close,
I wonder again when my head will be clear.
I write so well with a broken heart.
I live alone with the ache
And the searing pain of being apart.
Netzach
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Daddy
Never mix your silver hardware
with brass hardware. Silver hair
and crow foot crease doesn't
keep me from the trace
of bronzed brass rivets at the pocket
folds of the heavy leathered crotch
little sister parked on the barstool
never said a girl can't watch
Never mix your silver hardware
with brass hardware. Silver hair
and crow foot crease doesn't
keep me from the trace
of bronzed brass rivets at the pocket
folds of the heavy leathered crotch
little sister parked on the barstool
never said a girl can't watch
Luna_Wolf72
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Dawn
Memories of bruised skin
beneath my palms
reddened, ripened, ready
Whimpers, whispers, wanting
a greedy girl
Your body still calls
to me from far away
hungry, hot, horny
sweet, succulent slut
MY greedy girl
Memories of bruised skin
beneath my palms
reddened, ripened, ready
Whimpers, whispers, wanting
a greedy girl
Your body still calls
to me from far away
hungry, hot, horny
sweet, succulent slut
MY greedy girl
bound
Her skin taunts me
benieth a shieth
of leather and lace
vinyl and velvet.
the smooth round curves
of Her body scream
for my touch.
i want to taste
to touch
to smell
every inch of Her.
to loose myself
in what might be.
i can't seem
to get close enough,
but my fleash sings
to be near Her ...
and there goes my blood.
(written 11th (i think) of February, 2004)
Her skin taunts me
benieth a shieth
of leather and lace
vinyl and velvet.
the smooth round curves
of Her body scream
for my touch.
i want to taste
to touch
to smell
every inch of Her.
to loose myself
in what might be.
i can't seem
to get close enough,
but my fleash sings
to be near Her ...
and there goes my blood.
(written 11th (i think) of February, 2004)
WriterDom
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writing this made my balls hurt
your mouth is a breath away from my cock
waiting for permission
you can only look at the sweet man meat
last sucked two weeks ago
your eyes seek mine for the yes
I shake my head, no
taking you roughly by your hair
I whisper "Keep you mouth sealed."
And pull your nose to my balls
you breathe me in
the smell throbs at your clit
I feel the warmth of deep breaths
hearing you whimper with want
"Kiss every inch of my cock, but no tongue."
feverishly your lips paint their softness
up the base in half circles then down the top
"Now lick every inch of my cock."
taking one long wide lick to the tip
moaning at the oozing precum
swirling around the head
little licks all over
"Now do you want to suck my cock, pet?"
your mouth is a breath away from my cock
waiting for permission
you can only look at the sweet man meat
last sucked two weeks ago
your eyes seek mine for the yes
I shake my head, no
taking you roughly by your hair
I whisper "Keep you mouth sealed."
And pull your nose to my balls
you breathe me in
the smell throbs at your clit
I feel the warmth of deep breaths
hearing you whimper with want
"Kiss every inch of my cock, but no tongue."
feverishly your lips paint their softness
up the base in half circles then down the top
"Now lick every inch of my cock."
taking one long wide lick to the tip
moaning at the oozing precum
swirling around the head
little licks all over
"Now do you want to suck my cock, pet?"
shy slave
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Bump
For my favorite poet,
Your poems make me squirm, imagining the waiting and anticipation before I am allowed to have his cock in my mouth.
I adore kneeling in front of Him, sucking His cock, His hand in my hair....
...but looking at the AV you may have guessed that already
For my favorite poet,
Your poems make me squirm, imagining the waiting and anticipation before I am allowed to have his cock in my mouth.
I adore kneeling in front of Him, sucking His cock, His hand in my hair....
...but looking at the AV you may have guessed that already
Luna_Wolf72
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I want to paint you in leather
your eyes closed, mouth agape
hands clasped behind you
as you LEAN
into me, gasping, waiting
for the first touch
of braided fire to caress your skin
I want to paint you in leather
and when I have finished
I want to hold you close
Taking away the sting
as I bring you back to earth
with me
your eyes closed, mouth agape
hands clasped behind you
as you LEAN
into me, gasping, waiting
for the first touch
of braided fire to caress your skin
I want to paint you in leather
and when I have finished
I want to hold you close
Taking away the sting
as I bring you back to earth
with me
WriterDom
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spread tied tight
a fated afternoon of fuck at leisure
ten strokes here, twenty there
no schedule, no concern
outside of flipping the slut over
every 45 minutes as if she were meat
which, this afternoon, she is
nothing but fuck meat
every greedy hole explored
she may cum, if cumming amuses me
hard, or soft, fast or slow, today
she is just three holes for me to play
and a target for my leather
a fated afternoon of fuck at leisure
ten strokes here, twenty there
no schedule, no concern
outside of flipping the slut over
every 45 minutes as if she were meat
which, this afternoon, she is
nothing but fuck meat
every greedy hole explored
she may cum, if cumming amuses me
hard, or soft, fast or slow, today
she is just three holes for me to play
and a target for my leather
WriterDom
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from a canvas of white
comes an ass of many colors
colors that fade with time
erasing all but the memories
so perfect in design
as if it was meant to be spanked
close by a patchwork of pleasure nerves
to tempt my inquisitive fingers
I want
your upturned cheeks over my lap
feeling the roots of your submission
entering my naked skin
comes an ass of many colors
colors that fade with time
erasing all but the memories
so perfect in design
as if it was meant to be spanked
close by a patchwork of pleasure nerves
to tempt my inquisitive fingers
I want
your upturned cheeks over my lap
feeling the roots of your submission
entering my naked skin
A Desert Rose
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WriterDom said:
I so love how You write and all that it says about You.
Hisownprecious
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sub
slut
slave
shit
take me
into Your hands
molding this
devoted mound
of clay
recreate what
i have been
to be what
You would have
me be
throw me on
Your spinning wheel
smooth my
ragged edges
ease my
vacuous self
fill me with
You
create a
vessel
worthy of
You
heat this
clay
until i am
no longer
what i have
been
until i am
as You
would have me
be
Sorry, i'm rambling...i'll quit now
slut
slave
shit
take me
into Your hands
molding this
devoted mound
of clay
recreate what
i have been
to be what
You would have
me be
throw me on
Your spinning wheel
smooth my
ragged edges
ease my
vacuous self
fill me with
You
create a
vessel
worthy of
You
heat this
clay
until i am
no longer
what i have
been
until i am
as You
would have me
be
Sorry, i'm rambling...i'll quit now
WriterDom
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Tied facing Hell
X'ed out on a canopy bed
blackness everywhere
overdue pussy
needy and drooling sweet cum
I like what I see
knowing anything goes
along the wall hangs toys
some good, some bad, some positively evil
I pick two crops
bongo drum cheeks
Let's make some music
Sweet music from the Drummer
and the moaning sub
X'ed out on a canopy bed
blackness everywhere
overdue pussy
needy and drooling sweet cum
I like what I see
knowing anything goes
along the wall hangs toys
some good, some bad, some positively evil
I pick two crops
bongo drum cheeks
Let's make some music
Sweet music from the Drummer
and the moaning sub
Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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I can hear you
soft, slow words
the kind that resonate
as you take from me
and give me back
to myself
Mean things,
your words are harsh
with just a hint of laughter
Are you waiting for me
to lose control?
To get angry?
Fight back?
Prove myself?
It won't happen
I am all ready
beneath your spell
my body tight
quivery, waiting...
soft, slow words
the kind that resonate
as you take from me
and give me back
to myself
Mean things,
your words are harsh
with just a hint of laughter
Are you waiting for me
to lose control?
To get angry?
Fight back?
Prove myself?
It won't happen
I am all ready
beneath your spell
my body tight
quivery, waiting...
Phoenix Stone
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ok, whatthehell... not bdsm but....
Surface and Space
Night and he skims her,
barnacle fingers drift
like water through the roof.
He dips and surfaces
shimmers at her bluest edge
and subsides.
Morning and now empty,
the bed cups hard
around nothing
where he was;
she remembers the space
between them
worn beach-glass soft.
Surface and Space
Night and he skims her,
barnacle fingers drift
like water through the roof.
He dips and surfaces
shimmers at her bluest edge
and subsides.
Morning and now empty,
the bed cups hard
around nothing
where he was;
she remembers the space
between them
worn beach-glass soft.
Phoenix Stone
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(another non-bdsm -- will have to work on that)
Watching You
I watch you
all long and slim and tired
like wheat
before its first harvesting
you've got those
pretty little toes
and lips that pout
sly as a baby.
You are too much
you dance
through my living room
wearing only a smile.
Watching You
I watch you
all long and slim and tired
like wheat
before its first harvesting
you've got those
pretty little toes
and lips that pout
sly as a baby.
You are too much
you dance
through my living room
wearing only a smile.
A Desert Rose
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MissTaken said:We have some pretty incredible talent among us.
Boy howdy! isn't that the truth!
Every one of these are just simply lovely.
Netzach
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Pig
I'll be your excuse, you won't need
an excuse. You'll crawl, snort, cry
glide along the shit layered pipeline
into your own recess.
Standing there to make you do
everything you always wanted to
I'll let you lead with the appearence
of leading, you be Ginger, I'll be some
guy
both left feet planted sweetly
on your face, so I don't have to see.
I'll be your excuse, you won't need
an excuse. You'll crawl, snort, cry
glide along the shit layered pipeline
into your own recess.
Standing there to make you do
everything you always wanted to
I'll let you lead with the appearence
of leading, you be Ginger, I'll be some
guy
both left feet planted sweetly
on your face, so I don't have to see.
WriterDom
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If you were here
I’d bound you to the bed
touch that sweet pussy through your panties
have you tell me how you want to be fucked
or perhaps licking your inner thighs
getting you so hot
till you beg for me to fuck you
true begging, not role play
panties getting wetter and wetter
my cock hard and inviting
How bad do you want it?
It has been a long time
and you are more than ready
so close to cumming
that the burn of my dry cock
would get you off
you struggle against the leather
dry humping the air
begging
please Master
I’d bound you to the bed
touch that sweet pussy through your panties
have you tell me how you want to be fucked
or perhaps licking your inner thighs
getting you so hot
till you beg for me to fuck you
true begging, not role play
panties getting wetter and wetter
my cock hard and inviting
How bad do you want it?
It has been a long time
and you are more than ready
so close to cumming
that the burn of my dry cock
would get you off
you struggle against the leather
dry humping the air
begging
please Master
WriterDom
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I spread the delicate folds of your pussy
press the lips together and spread them open
sucking the tissue into my mouth
licking everywhere I can reach
making my tongue wide to drink from you
watching the instant feedback of your hips
two fingers inside pussy and one wet up your ass
tongue now mates with clit
short steady strokes, two a second
I feel your ass clutch as you fight the orgasm
hips are now ocean-like with waves
only pure will keeps the climax at bay
you know you’ll get my cock when you cum
with a sword-like thrust right to my balls
and the paradox of wanting it
and cunt spitting it out while you scream
press the lips together and spread them open
sucking the tissue into my mouth
licking everywhere I can reach
making my tongue wide to drink from you
watching the instant feedback of your hips
two fingers inside pussy and one wet up your ass
tongue now mates with clit
short steady strokes, two a second
I feel your ass clutch as you fight the orgasm
hips are now ocean-like with waves
only pure will keeps the climax at bay
you know you’ll get my cock when you cum
with a sword-like thrust right to my balls
and the paradox of wanting it
and cunt spitting it out while you scream
rosco rathbone
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Netzach said:
This reminds me of the Coil song "The Anal Staircase"; from their classic Horse Rotovator LP.
...the angels kiss our souls in bliss/ measure the extent of a dizzying descent down the ANAL STAIRCASE/. THE ANAL STAIIIIRRRRCASE!....
A Desert Rose
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Yes, it really is all about chocolate...
When you win, it's never worth it.
A hollow victory, always.
Like a chocolate Easter bunny,
Sweet and pretty on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
You hold it in your hand,
Turn it over and look at it,
You know it will be empty.
But your heart hopes for something,
anything, even small, to be inside.
You do the silly thing,
you take a bite.
Then, you're left feeling disappointed.
Stupid, for thinking something might have been there.
And it's always the same.
I can tell by the weight in my hand,
And I won't bite a hollow bunny.
Oh, I may take his ears.
I don't argue that he may be sweet to eat
and pretty to look at,
But I know what I get in a peanut butter cup.
When you win, it's never worth it.
A hollow victory, always.
Like a chocolate Easter bunny,
Sweet and pretty on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
You hold it in your hand,
Turn it over and look at it,
You know it will be empty.
But your heart hopes for something,
anything, even small, to be inside.
You do the silly thing,
you take a bite.
Then, you're left feeling disappointed.
Stupid, for thinking something might have been there.
And it's always the same.
I can tell by the weight in my hand,
And I won't bite a hollow bunny.
Oh, I may take his ears.
I don't argue that he may be sweet to eat
and pretty to look at,
But I know what I get in a peanut butter cup.
