Thinking the 4 Ds
Ju Clear
Ju Clear
Nov 20, 2016

Feeling selfish
For resting
Councillor says
Your selfish for not resting
Delagate
Dump
Do another day
Don't bother
4 kids to mother
Pain makes you nasty
Irritable emotional
irrational
Horrible
Meds make you dopey
Clumsy dangerous to drive
Rest is all I have
too be my best
Thinking the 4 Ds
Is how I role
Banish these feelings of guilt
I rest
To be my best .

It's challenging managing 4 kids and multiple sclerosis /pain
#pain   #guilty   #motherhood   #ms  
Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Jun 30, 2012

with NASSA intrusion
The humanoid thrill
Man On The mOOn.

Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Aug 10, 2014

Now               M  O      V          E
Could not stand still
U M
J            PED
up
THEN
M  O      V          E
was OVER                               there.

OW! look that the  X  factor         P@ul.
Ceyhun Mâhî
Ceyhun Mâhî
Dec 20, 2016

When it's for me the time of day,
For them it is the time of night,
But still we are able to play
This game where in battle we fight.

One side of this world blessed with light,
One side covered under a shade,
But still that does not interrupt
The way we play, the way we trade.

A different topic this time.
Cheyenne
Cheyenne
Sep 15, 2015

Master.
One simple word,
but it means so much more.
You are my master,
And me your pet
your slave
your whore.
The things you do to me..
I cant help but want more.
Push me down
Tie me up.
Tease me until I beg.
Please, please.
Oh god please fuck me master.
I need you,
I crave you.
Please master.

#whore   #fuck   #sex   #slave   #begging   #master   #ds   #fuck-me  
Amedeo Modigliani
Amedeo Modigliani
Jul 29, 2015

She is not a sub
And may never be
Her inner voice
Convinces her of
A different choice

But her spirit wails
And her body lusts
For hard physical passion
Power exchange
Seed and submission

If you play with her
Deliver strength
Back her to a wall
Kiss her hard
Command her jaw

Use her
Discipline her
Drop her to her knees
It’s what she needs, and
She loves to please

a fun little D/s poem about power exchange
#romance   #sex   #bdsm   #ds  
Amedeo Modigliani
Amedeo Modigliani
Jul 29, 2015

She is not a sub
And may never be
Her inner voice
Convinces her of
A different choice

But her spirit wails
And her body lusts
For hard physical passion
Power exchange
Seed and submission

If you play with her
Deliver strength
Back her to a wall
Kiss her hard
Command her jaw

Use her
Discipline her
Drop her to her knees
It’s what she needs, and
She loves to please

a fun little D/s poem about power exchange
#passion   #romance   #sex   #ds  
Brian Sarfati
Brian Sarfati
Jun 1, 2013

words:
crystallized fragments
containing reality
(and unreality as well)
driven by a Logic unable
to prove its own existence.

worlds:
you exist in one;
"the Universe"
which is
everything that [n]ever was[n't]:
the moon, the sea,
space, eternity
you and me,
this poem

and the Universe is also a word
which is contained in this poem
and thus in your mind
a word contains the world
in which lives the person reading this poem
that holds
the wor(l)d

rogue
rogue
Jan 11, 2015

i want to fight,
i want to resist,
i want to hurt,
because i trust you

i want to feel your hand
as it closes tightly
around my wrists in warning,
because i trust you

i want to feel small
and surrounded
by you completely,
because i trust you

i want to struggle to breathe
while your hand is on my neck,
the good kind of struggle,
because i trust you

i want the ache to last for days,
a reminder of how good you felt,
i want to be hurt and loved
because i trust you

i trust you
#bdsm   #ds   #domsub  
Ralph E Peck
Ralph E Peck
Dec 25, 2011

Keepers of the time hold the harps, and pluck the strings,
Sending the resonance of the future forward, and back
In the listeners ear, plotting every move, filling
The voids and molding, shaping, creating the destiny.

The sounds first pure, then impure, a learned amateur
Taking the expected mistakes in playing new notes,
Leading, guiding, misdirecting, sounds so close
To perfection, so close to tragedy.

Keepers of the time hold the harps, each listener
Discerning the tones and changes, the falling of a key,
The breaking of a crescendo, winds swept with music;
The calm of the pianissimo, direction to the end.

 
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