Category: Control

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.

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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.

Birthday Poem ~ 1776

1000 seven hundred and seventy-6 sexual deviants.
Sent forth 17 specializing specters.
Telling the 8 wonders of the world.

Ideas never change in the minds of the idealist.
Creeping crawling death.

Seek forth and find. World left behind.
World of now looks bored with freedom.

Gone is new-found hope.
Now, only new found dope.

Doping of mind’s lie.
Dopamine’s golden foray.

Death of beauty.
Freedom?

Bulging wasted life…
Under foot without change.

Color form monochromatic.
Change laden politicking.

False kindness!
Pukes in the face of change.

Reclaim today?
Rights you pissed away.

Poetry ~ Realities Final Thrust

Visions of deviant dances.
Butterflies on the wind.
Dark showers light.
Over increasing momentum

Trigger point of beauty.

Every hour’s passing becoming encompassed illusions possessed.

Universal intelligence.
Void between light and darkness.

Eternally wild with sexual fascination of bestial fornication.

A Muse’s darkest beauty.
Mind delight coal.
Awaiting caress: hand, mouth, finger tips.

Sound waves of pleasure and pain.
Mixed on shores of caress; bruises of malicious delights.
Pondering flesh taste as it turns from shades of pale.

New color wheel. I seek to bring.

Awaiting, heart’s beat. So quick. Unable to stop.
Unwavering space between orgasm and death…
Most tantalizing of treats.

Salivating glances cannot be hindered.

Midnight day dreams become realities final thrust…
Penetrative explosion of souls intertwined.

Moments of cruel intimate kindness leaves parties breathless.
Fruits from the forbidden trees and tresses
Fallen to feat accomplished.
Passion’s blissful breathing which force could not stop.

Tears of ecstasy and pain mingle for another biting caress.

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Dark Gothic Poetry ~ Razor Wound Family

Familial bond blood does not make.
Red rust water thins as they take, take, take.

Solace of soul. Heart of their control.
Raping, ravaging. Minds of Children.

Chosen truth undeniable.
Being true you within.

Strangulation with blood ties.
Lie of familiarity.

Hearts, Souls, Minds, Friendship.

Spirit lays deep in razor wound family.
Trickling of truth produces kinship.

Poem ~ ZOOM!!!

Rush, Rush…

Must be expedient
or
I may not get done, something IMPORTANT!

Move, Move…

More quickly, faster still!

Must finish everything that NEEDS doing!

Hurry, Hurry…

Through life, a race to complete.
Is it not?!

Speed, Speed…

Cannot pause. To important. Too much HAS TO BE DONE!
Courtesy is only convenience, get out of MY way!

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.

Dark Poetry ~ Fields of Flesh

Images, mental visions. Writhing form.
I sit erect, enjoying.
But, oh! Mind photos pale to spirit within.

How can I? Experience you.
Bleeding each breath.
Our spirits: linked.

Deviations, differences detriment. No matter.
Between us, heart truth speaks.
Can never. Will never. Be broken.

No deviant demon nor delinquent angel.
Wants be spared.
Payment of pain.

Perils can drive no wedge.
No deed be too vile.
For spirit’s assignment.

Exposing visions together.
All honesty shared.
In fields of flesh.

Poetry ~ Demon Syndrome

Form wondering, innocent gaze.
Removed sexual needs. Lost in the world’s maze.
Golden promise of whimsical heresy.
Sneering at contemporary demise.
Frugal are emotional outbursts.

Relishing nearness but missing the need.
Look into eyes that plant no seeds.
Innocent with demon syndrome.
Come to caring grasp and see what I will do.

I, fulfiller of fantasy…

Stride to temptation, do not flee.
Graze at new futures, bright possibilities.
Within eyes dark light.
Witness fantasies fulfilled. Warming bones never chilled.
Whimsical darkness fantasy. Allow it no fear.

Fantasies you ache to be fulfilled.
Give over to blazing soul and bow to my will.