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As i knelt
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May 7, 2011 11:57 pm
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As i knelt ankles crossed,
crossed wrists at your waist,
and you looked into my eyes
as you encircled my neck.
And your eyes never wavered
and your gaze was so fierce
as you held me close and
i breathed in your scent.
Of leather, and hemp, and juniper.
And at that moment i became
your kajira, your goddess,
Yours to command.
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warm spring
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May 3, 2011 8:32 pm
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i was standing on my porch
barefoot
and the warm rain
kissed my skin.
Why isn't it you?
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succumb or submit
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Apr 22, 2011 10:19 pm
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There is a vast difference
between succumb and submit.
Succumb is because he wears you down
tired,and no longer resistant.
Submit is when you choose of free will
to give yourself to him joyus and passionate.
How many times have you succumbed?
How many timea can you submit?
Endlessly.
Only at the perfect time.
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Coils of Rope
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Apr 16, 2011 11:07 pm
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So many images in my head swirling
stopping to create tableau
of rope and flesh and the
smell of sex.
Rope in coils waiting to be called
to bind the beautiful flesh
slithering around her neck, hands clasped
throat exposed,
breasts and musculature undulating
with the encircling ropes which become
ever tighter.
Heavy and secure the knots restrict
breathing as her chest heaves
and her lips sigh, her body
cruelly twisted and posed
naked and vulnerable.
This poem won first place in April's PerveyPerv contest in fetlife. 4/21/2011
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My Cell
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Apr 5, 2011 7:32 pm
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My retreat is now my prison cell
fourteen by eighty with a chain
around my waist, attached to the bed
allowing me to pace its length.
The warden and his guards will strip search
and check my cavities, all of them
so that i cannot bring even the smallest
of contraband with me.
And as i wait for that lethal injection
my veins tingling with horror,
i will pick at the scar that is my heart
to find your darkest desire
That we shared in the spring.
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Numbers game
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Mar 19, 2011 9:44 pm
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I am impressed with your numbers game
That you remember what you should forget
That I possess you to this extent
Scares the crap out of me.
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Liquid Fire
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Mar 19, 2011 9:41 pm
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My dark toy,
You don't really know what to do with me, do you?
I am a multi-faceted lover
Changing with quicksilver eyes as i look into your pools.
Do i scare you? Or is this just a passing thing?
Take what you can lover, give what i need
And you will feel the liquid fire
As it runs down your loins.
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Dark Menage a troix
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Mar 14, 2011 10:18 pm
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It was my idea
to get them together;
Each with his own need
of me.
Different, but equal.
I can't help but be afraid
Of putting them together:
To conspire against me
As if
He wanted my cunt more than the rest.
Hold me as i scream, Master
hold me tight please
Please don't run away
There are things that this virgin cunt would know.
Like how can a gentle touch can mean more than a soul could need?
How can the bruises mean more than desire?
How can your touch heal?
Lord, have mercy on this girl.
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Not Finished Yet part deux
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Mar 6, 2011 5:27 pm
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Yes I have the Talents of a domestic Goddess
i can do those things that i have been taught.
Yes I have the Skills to make words sing
i can do those things that flow from the heart.
Yes I have the Knowledge that teachers taught us
i can listen and see with my third eye's mind.
Yes I have the Abilities to do all these things
But lack the wherewithal to make them complete.
Having thrice failed i will not try again
because my tears will drown when they wash me to the sea.
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Not Finished Yet
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Mar 5, 2011 5:11 pm
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There are places in my mind where no one should go
Not me, not Him, not anyone
Those places are reserved for only two who are one
The Darkness and The LIGHT.
Rather, You should seek the warmth of my embrace
The seduction of my lips
The rocking rhythms of the waters of life
These are the places reserved for You, precious One.
Even in the grip of the death mode, my mind was stronger
My will no longer my own but that of the two.
Returning me to my place by Your side.
My work is not finished yet.
I have not endured enough pain
I have not experienced enough ecstacy
And there are those who share my journey
That seek my mind.
Have at it.
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