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AW Gray Jun 2018
Fresh from the oven,
Baked golden brown
Like ash it crumbles,
Snowing softly onto spoon

Translucent tap water,
And help from an orange,
As orange flames burn
Your poison forms

Ball as white as purity personified,
Safety first, how ironic,
Tip of the needle drinks,
Defiant of danger

Blue belt tied,
You've got make 'em all pop,
Wipe then shoot,
Your heaven awaits you
Kooky Collages May 2018
When I see the wind pass through the trees,
That’s when I think of you.

And as the waters tumble down the streams,
I sit and listen for a clue.

Every chirp and every creak,
Sounds like words straight from your mouth.

And as the sun trickles down on me,
I feel you all around.

Though you’ve left this time and space,
I don’t believe you’re gone.

You led me to this tranquil place,
To help me carry on.
zebra May 2018
"To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds,
to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them,
to have someone willing to suffer for you,
to forsake pride and dignity to please you...
what can other gifts in this world possibly equate to that?
And more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it?"

~ Anonymous

The Feminine Paradox

while i live for anonymous
do you think she is a freak?
does she not own her master
with the rarest of adorations
more
then those in the temple of thinning lust  
with mouths like twisted placards
screaming
"know your value"
and
"just say no"?

told by
Victorian prudes
what is permitted
full of pride
in shapeless days
yet counting the insults of puerile lovers
one moody scar at a time

a *******
Eve
could take a lesson
from
bruised titillated Lilith
*******  

with the sadist, the cards are on the table
fingers like
gleaming swords scented with ***** perfume
that drool for her quivers.

he melts with feral abandon from her cries
as she thrills exhilarated
to pains promise of pleasure
crucified and pitted
like spiced guacamole
on hot fire-tongues

his, bruising buttery shaft
her God
drooling yoni his salvation
her form a jeweled flame
a swirling constellation of blood and sweat diamonds
writhing undulations and ****** mouth
all chattering castanets

better than most
they give each other their truth
to take and to be taken
like pierced sparrows fluttering in paradise

then
with tender kisses and aftercare
quite like the watering garden

they are rinsed guileless
drenched flowers sweltering
in asylums
moonlight
and made smooth
by the hand of God
...........
"oh baby
i like it when
you do that dance
gonna stick my ****
through your underpants"
The first part was written by a woman in the life of dark sexuality and ****** masochism
a collaboration
.......
A slave submits primarily to her own nature… That she requires a material, extrovert focus for her submission, i.e. the dominant, does not alter the fact that on the spiritual level her submission is essentially introverted. One could say that through the dominant she submits to herself by proxy… Each makes the other possible, tied together as they are in symbiotic interdependence.

~~ J. Mikael Togneri
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