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.
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.

M-A-N
M-A-N
Dec 10, 2014

This Poetic Seduction
Will be fulfilling its function
Building up to an eruption
Pure Sexual destruction
Lets play..All night and day
Wont be sleeping anyway
Exploring shades of grey
Rock and roll you in the hay
Dom to your Submission
Set up every position
Tie you up bring pleasure is my mission
Hair yank feel the spank
Pledge to respect and thank
Cheeks turn red
Ultimate pleasure in your head
Ease in just a tease
Pound you as I please
Have you on hands and knees
Show you the world of D/s
Lubricate your gate
Feel my tongue vibrate
Like a spell you levitate
Savor this moment we create
Room steaming..Bodies start creaming
Reality shifts wonder if you are dreaming
Theater of thought supplies the word production
Scenario set for this Poetic Seduction...

M.A.N 12-9-14 I wrote this for my Scorpio sex blog..♏

Take me, Satan, for I have sinned.
I fell down on the job, fell down on my sword
but with no real purpose or cause. A martyr
for the sake of martyrdom is as useful as a
parka in Mexico.

Slit my wrists with a freeform kiss.
Cracked teeth, cracked skull, saltine crackers.
Counting calories, skipping meals.  
Did it hurt to ascend from hell, and
how did you wash away
the grime?

I want to believe that you love me
but the world is unkind.
I need a shot of reassurance like a shot of
eighteen year old scotch, neat.

Rapid fire rejection, thunderstorms
of doubt. Kill me with a smile. Rebuild
my psyche, brick by brick. Mortar me,
babe, and I'll adore you for it.

Melt into my mind and live there,
the mice who currently occupy
the quarters are hungry for
touch.

Ride my metaphor like
a throbbing cock longing for
release; please, release me.

Experimental piece I wrote before I had my first cup of coffee.
 
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