Sexual Poetry ~ Smell Your Hunger (The Beast Within: 13th Anniversary Edition)

I smell your hunger.
Passion fills the air.

Your passion turns on you.

A smile fills your eyes.
Subtle thoughts making hips move.
Finding the chink in your armor.

I slide in.

You know your caught.
But you don’t mind.
You knew it was inevitable.

If given time.

BDSM Poetry ~ I Am Your Slave

Bind me, break me, bring me down
See me kneel to the ground.
Hear the crack of whip.
See my fits.

See me. Praise me.
Am I the best?
See me wither on your chest.

Cold and tattered from the rest.
Given over to your firm caress.

Molten lava between my knees.
Please, don’t think me a dirty sleaze.

I  must know your respect.
Just let me know I’m better than the rest.

I am not a simple naive.
Graven images I do crave.
I go limp, I lust, I am your slave.

Know the truth.
I am brave.

I need you.
I am your slave.

Tonight @ 7 ~ By Omega Maverick ~ Poem 0000

There’s no denying!
I’ll make you a star.
One thing goes.

My Rules.

You’ll be famous.
All your dreams!

My Way.

You have the best face.
I’ll give you my plan.

My Rules.

Just stay still.
I told you. Stay still!

My Way.

You want to be pretty for your debut.
So very pretty.

My Rules.

Quit crying.
You’ll ruin the makeup.

My Way.

You want to be pretty.
You want mom and dad to be proud.

My Rules.

You are all anyone will talk about.
You’ll be on the news.

Tonight @ 7

Poetry ~ Wrapped in Dreams

Wishing: your presence.
Gone to peaceful retreat.
Knowing in dreams we do meet.

Ghosts watching over eras passed.
Seasons, withering and growing.

Time convexed. Zeitgeist of decades to come.
Uncaring ways of the day; then or now.

Wanting you resting.
Watching form distant.

Though miles part us.
I feel, tears in your eyes…
Scales of the heart.

Soulless, lost in time.
Tattered cloth interior.

Unravels as we are wrapped in dreams reality.

Poetry ~ Impotent, The Important

Dying young: passivity.

Forked tongued
Forlorn beauties
Cleansing for the crowd.

Go down; fantasy story.
Bow down, mane and tale.

Dying aged: lethargy.

Stroking by candle light.
Watching pot and kettle fight.

Hopes, dreams, all ass perspiration.
All that was before again.

Impotent, the important.

Rarely entering ridged equation.

Dark Love Poetry ~ Release the Spirit

Voices haunt from pages past.
Only shattered heart wounds me.
Beyond lost… frail and weak!

What do I seek?

Cannot break free…
Cage of crystallized tears.
Only memories, hold me together.

Keep me in sanity.

End still unspeakable.
Bond made unbroken.
Without you…

These emotions don’t work.

Why can I not, release the spirit?
Leave me behind…
Ending visions of agonizing tomorrows.

Days that start with I and not you.

Often wondered too often.
Why breath has reason to inhale.
If reckoning has arrived.

Never regretting, thankful you existed.

Rest peacefully please.
Return to my work, I must.
Know this love will never be lost.

As long as words are within me.

Sexual Poem ~ Offender’s Disobedience

Night showers.
Touch of wetness.

Struggling with…

Offender’s disobedience.

Dam giving way…
Forceful passion flood.

Below belt tears.
Submerging soul in forfeit desires

Welling up from flesh.
Spirit, crying out.

To Surrender.

Dark Love Poetry ~ Destiny with Demons

I am the truth, the way, and the darkness.
I shine moonlight blaze, exposing you.

Sunlight at midnight.
Illuminating a new route.

Need pain to feel the pleasure.
Gentle force filled flush.
Find your beauty within.

Beauty of redemption in fire of contempt.
Bright days in the eyes of sorrow.

Never forgetting,
Sinner’s truth.
Relights fire within.

Destiny with demons.
Sparks in the shadows.
Burning away frozen interior.

Open your soul.
I’ll devour your past…
By embracing rough exterior.

Dark Poetry – The Valley of Craving

Villain, my lover, I devour.
Listless within ivory showers.
Glistening spirit of youth.
Left with only shimmer of truth.

Quivering silence of angst and anger.
Ripping away pink mask, down to bone.
Enveloping her with a twist.
Never demolishing demons.

Only.

Receiving my sermon on the treaty of fuck…
In the valley of craving.

Makes all sexes sexist… stark and raving.
Mingled power of fluid emotions.
Invested, divested by emotional devotion in de-evolution.

Never allowed!

Pondering notion,
Coupled logic and emotion.
Thrust to become greater.
Than any single motion.