Alyce Black Apr 13

Your body
glistened
with sweat and your lips
dripped
with my juices

I was looking up at you
your face
contorted
in pleasure
and your cock grinding
painfully
sweetly
against my cervix

You were a God
in that moment
That moment
was an infinite
vacation
of lust

I hope you enjoyed your stay.

It was my pleasure

Styles Apr 12

Since I felt your flame
the way you burnt my hand
its never felt the same
if you only knew who I am
if only you could understand
Normally, I cross my heart
you would love every second, al'carte
piece by piece, I'd tear you apart
late at night lay wide awake
thinking about how good we taste
daydreaming about all the faces
we make each other make
me deep inside of you
like the deep breathes I'd make you take
making your body shake
like a flame stuck in a fire
loving every inch of your everything
it such a sattire
getting lost in your eyes
making the love until they tire
if you only knew my plans
your lips would seal our fates
getting lost in a world my mind creates

You say you have
Glitter butterflies
Tinglies in there
Oh, you've evicted the butterflies princess
Those are storms coming
This is the eye of it
Wait till your captain steers the ship
Towards that looming dark cloud
You will beg me for butterflies little bug
You would beg for a swarm of bees
In exchange
for the beating you've earned

From me
then your captain

Styles Apr 4
Pet

I want to pet
the pet
under your wet
mesh underwear
touch you there
until you soaked down there
two finger, a pair
panties, disappear
arching your back
as I pin you there
and hold you down
you cum again
like karma coming around
this time its and happy end

Styles Mar 25

Spread your passage of desire;
              Warm me with your heat,
              melt me with your fire.
              For  I am what you seek,
              you are what I desire.

Paul Donnell Mar 23

Saturated in steely blue clutches, sweating from the 75 degree Georgia night
strung up and washed out with a serpent woman that keeps bringing on the blight
Singing you a song of bliss and blinders.

A big brick red boot on your neck and a green collar that reads The Gardens Bitch
The Garden takes the taxes tightens up the lead and never relaxes
Hit ya where ya like, the pain is disguised, leather tastes like candy, The Gardens got ya hypnotized.
Your late night camping sight attracts the moon light parasite, that acolyte of appetite, Tonight your the Gardens Delight

You wanna run but she's got those hooks between your shoulder blades feeling like an inexorable orgy of silk, smoke and skin.
She gives you every thing you need,
Fountain heads of intemperance and black out nights
Whole streets smelling like grease and charcoal charbroils
Men and women of dexterous lechery, feverous severance, and generous deference
Crystals for your cranium, high altitude dives and the lowest lows.
A cacophony of any entertainment you might want or need, just as long as its seedy.

The Garden keeps blinders on your head to make sure you can't see anything she doesn't want you to.
Try to remove em and the punishment is usually severe.
She might give you the greatest loves you've ever known and turn em to photographs, blot em with LSD and trip you out on memories.
And when you come back to what you think reality is she'll take those photographs and burn em up right in your face and leave you asking if any of it really happened while feeling like it was the realest thing that ever has.
She'll break you and build you up, build you up and break you worse. A cycle of bad things feeling real good.

The Garden will do everything in her power to keep you right here.

But if you can get all those straps and tight leather off, all those hooks and chains.. If you can escape her steely blue clutches,,

You'll finally see how wrong you've been done, and your still gonna want her back in some strange way..
but you might start to heal....
But know this.
No matter where you might run off to,
You'll still be hearing The Garden City call.
That siren song of bliss and blinders.

Fuck this city.
Rose L Mar 20

Sludge and blood. The smell of deep red iron
filtering through the rocks and bodies bruised to the touch.
Grotesque collections of pills and broken skin;
infections and secretions and violent affections -
Spit stained fingers and dilated pupils at thoughts thick with resin.
Waking up with sickness in your stomach and bite marks on your neck
The pull of clutching hands at strands of hair and bitten lips and sweat
Pulling deeper, sharp inhale of self-done stitches
Ripped open insides and the moment his breath hitches -
aches forever. Pulsing, swollen, bleeding on the brain
Sweet and sickly, gorgeous and gorged veins
Momentary singularity in pain.

I tried to create a parallel in this between illness and sex. I hope it shows!
Styles Mar 4

I want to
saturate my tongue
in your taste
while you
wrap your legs
around my waist
and we both race
to keep pace
with each other
moving together
back and forth
making you wet
like a rain
in stormy weather
our bodies
ingrained like we were
made for each other

Styles Mar 4

flesh meeting flesh
devoured by emotion
two soulmates mesh
bodies momentarily woven
in the pleasures of the flesh
lost in each others depths
speaking words unspoken

where are the bonds you used to use
upon me who was so willing
do you tie another now
and is she just as thrilling?…

I miss the ropes that were my own
They lie here still beneath my bed
Perhaps you will return one day
And tie me once again

There has been no other since
You were too good at what you did
Such love comes by but once
To share a life that is now dead

I reach and toy with them sometimes
Sweet memories of what was
Of nights of perfect loving wild
to rekindle what we had

But they are to be no more I fear
Despite my wanting so
So I must lie and shed a tear
For all we used to know.

**
From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses 2016

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