The team grows, we lost a few,
There are many things we wish we knew,
I think we let the vision skew,
I was making fences within the pew.
Wasting time looking for pigs I ended up crying wolf.
Trying to number the days I was counting sheep.
Running here and there like a hare, no strategy,
it's not a game,
it's not fair,
short-sighted,
that's how phar-I-see.
The eagles and doves,
they flew above me,
the wise serpents sensed the danger, slithered away,
I remained a rebel ,
a starving dark vulture,
flying in empty clouds searching for food in the dessert.   
Eyes away from the sun.                             

Tall boy!
Short lungs won't win a marathon. Fish more and use better bait,
Make sure you're informed,
because you'll find more fish in the pacific than in the dead sea,
they don't need the salt there.

Can you even tell or have you lost your taste?
All that bitterness has your tongue numb?
All that playing got your mind dumb?Spears of fear went through your plastic breastplate.
Who will marvel at your shield if you work with false agents?
You rode without the helmet!
Where's forgot the vital peace for your shoes?

I see you're growing beards now,
don't wanna shave because you're afraid of sharp things,
too many cuts and burns to your conscience from those braziers(spell check).

How many more minds will they take?

That's what happens when you play with false fire,
It brings the illusion of heat but it leaves your heart harder and colder.
It's seductive, providing temporary safety like a false Messiah!

Yeah I liked what I saw,
thought I was rich,
thought I broke gold,
But I was blind,
poor,
naked.
And not because I took my clothes off. It was the shame that stripped off my thick skin,
underneath,
my backbone,
gone.

Now I've been tripping on guilt,
Don't sleep anymore forget the quilt.
I feel like I've lost my heft,
if you could see past the hazy hue,
you'd realize I don't play boy!
my minds been with more mistresses than you,
the puppet seeks to speak for itself.

cries of consolation can never condone crimes committed,
casts of congregations claim I'm acquitted,
shame sings stained saint on my shirt,
delusion drags deep down this dirt.

Deceptive innocence and reptilian Penance,
Every Jim cares to see what's behind the mask.

Does it really matter?
Will this be of use?
Maybe I'm the only one in this battle.
Always been confused.
Drunk in lust,
No you can't trust thoughts,
they can be carried into Canaan,
But they can also be wiled into a wilderness.

Freeze! Let it go!
build a snowman! They don't need to know!
I'm tired of the winter,
this game of thrones must end,
this cold play makes me doubt when I'll rule the world,
the King came and left his sword,
although I'm still not sure of its calibre,
some say it's a lie some say it's infallible.

Where is the kingdom?

Train for war or wave the white,
build a fence and stand en garde,
you'll never know who you protect.

I shouldn't have let you in my house!
I almost lost the plot!
You came in the dark but I should've turned the light on.
Feeling like a foolish child needing a spank,
You shot from behind,
Not caring if I wore bulletproof,
Bang bang!
The thirst is real when I don't drink water from the firm fountain.

I wonder who's made me a slave again,
probably a cosmic conglomerate,
a myriad of con men,
sneaky spiders trapping flies to their websites,
eating up their effervescent existence,  
perhaps some rich pontius princes watching,
as the predator becomes parasite.

Not caring to pick a side,
Not knowing not choosing is a choice,
profiting from the game they made,
Toying with souls like clay,
I wonder if they care for the beings on the other side of the screen,
The damage they cause to psyches and families,
Do I?

They select bloodsucking human traffic queens,
like pawns in a chess game,
treated with little regard,
signalling from a hive to collect my sweet attention,
Looking for flowers not trees,
shallow roots,
vying on the vulnerable scent,
once they find an opening,
Sting!
Injecting a direct shipment to fulfill my veinest fantasy,
I'm left forlorn from fiddling fast with a fleeting fallacy, fences falling with every fight.
person becomes object for use,
a road to a dead end,
If only they knew.  

They are not the enemy...

Pleasure is a treasure.
Who can measure pleasure?
Dopa mine,
I dig deep to find her,
Until I possess her,
Or she me...

You promised me so much!

What is gold?

I feel no better now that I know better.
I guess when my successors,
if they'll exist,
take the test,
I'd have to be the bad example they can use to avoid failing.

Wasted time like Jonah so now I'm wailing,
waiting,
wondering if he used his heel to heal me.  
Hoping you can find the gold.
I'm still looking.
Adding up fractions of his people to get a holistic view.

Now I try,
To keep my eyes on the field forgetting about what or who I let the locusts take.
Focusing on pulling out my weeds,
And wiping away my blurred vision,
"It's not Izzy",
I just don't want to get blood on my hands.

Banking on getting out the maze safe.
Lost by what I sea trying to hear his call.
I see a lighthouse in the distance,
with his writing on the wall,
swimming towards it,
stroking against what's current.
Hoping that the debonair deus homo of the Davidic dynasty deliver this drowning dog and leads me to be sure.


- nyanta

I did not know such thoughts
till I lay here tightly bound
and pleasures that I knew not
till I felt your ropes around.

I did not know the freedom
that bondage could so bring
or of eager anticipating
how a riding crop might sting.

I did not know the beauty
of being in your chains
as nothing but a slavegirl
to use as you intend.

I did not know the silence
that a leather hood could give.
locked in isolation
where nothing can intrude.

I did not know the feeling
of fingers touching so,
bringing deep caresses
to inflame my inner self.

I did not know the flowing
that would be drawn from me,
as hands I could not see there
might reach so deep within.

I did not know the warming
that would so rise inside,
to make me gasp with wanting
as I your knowing fingers ride.

I did not know the parting
so widely of my thighs,
that would accept your loving
as you hard against me rise.

I did not know how deeply
you would slide into me,
as my moist and eager welcome
would take you in so free.

I did not know that bondage
could make me feel like this,
to be loved in this special way
was my need you see.

I did not know the rising
that comes from deep within,
with unstoppable explosions
that blow my mind away.

I did not know of subspace
that place you send me to
where I am in another world
until I return to you.

You have been my teacher
of things I did not know,
and that I was unaware
of the need I had of them.

I thought myself so worldly
yet was so innocent,
of such dark pleasures
that you brought to life for me.

You have taught me much
of things I did not know,
that freedom’s an illusion
and incarceration’s me.

Francesca Anderssen 2018

I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. Kinky yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been caring and courteous in parallel with their sadism. You might like other stuff I’ve written, (poetry and erotic fiction) available on Amazon on Kindle or paperback

your softly breathing sleep
allows me to muse on times of love
of how you care to devise for me
such pleasures that I know not of

with softly tested link of chain
that holds me to your loving bed
to know that you are there to
shield me with your tender bonds

before slumber claims my eyes
I want to feel your hand in mine
That I may know that you
Lie close by for all our night.

I need to feel the tight confine
Of my captive self that lies within
full knowing that I am
your slave at every sunrise wake

to do your bidding here by morn
and seek your use of me in ways
that have not yet seen light of day
so you shall know me as your own

but dare I risk your wrath by want
of something in this darkest hour,
and think of all you did to me
that brought me to my frenzy here?

my fingers stray and find such wet
as you in passion full create
with desire for you now so intense
that I cannot but divide myself

and guide with care your sleeping hand
where I can ride it in my thrall
and pillow-stifle screams of need
at thoughts of being used again

your touch though sleeping forces me
into that driving ecstasy
that has become my life with you
with no other than this torment wild

that makes me use myself like this
shameless as your wanton bitch
needing all you do to me
in ways that you need me to be

....Francesca Anderssen 2016

From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses (Amazon)

When I couldn’t find my own love
there’s many said to me
go find yourself a master
who will see to all your needs.
I did not true believe them
it seemed so contra’ry,
that suffering and bondage
would so set me free.

I fought and riled against it,
that was not to be the way
that I should be subjected
to mindless kinky play.
Then one day I met him
the one who was to be;
he was so softly spoken
in no way masterly.

But then he looked so very deep
as slow his hand found mine,
and then as if in knowing me
my fears just fell away.
I felt a need to surrender self
without being ordered to,
o'erwhelmed with such desire
to know of bondage new.

Somehow it seemed so natural
to offer him my hands,
that they could be so bound
to give all of self to him.
As knots closed tight upon me
it was as I’d been told,
a sudden surge of freedom
that I thought could never be.

And now he is my master
he owns me totally
and never have I been happier
when he takes his whip to me.
Or ties me when I need it
and sometimes when I don’t,
as long as I can have the bonds
that hold me in ecstasy.

From the Francesca Anderssen collection
Of 101 BDSM Poems, The poetry and beauty of bondage , (kindle and paperback editions) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VU4CPCG/

Pretty rich girl, softly dreaming, 
a woman is so newly waking
no use at all for dad’s financing, 
consumed by flesh that is desiring 
of wanton flows that force such rousing
to be taken far from here for using 
by men unfazed by city counting.

Then sudden blackness o’erwhelming, 
all sound and vision swiftly clouding
strong arms unseen and grasping 
to sweep her off her feet and making
sense of ropes around her tight’ning, 
with her arms together jerking
forcing back to ankles spreading
with ballgag muffled screaming 
she should now be strongly fighting 
instead there is a wild arousing.

Stripping cutting all that’s hiding 
until she’s held quite naked finding
that there’s a hood that’s closing 
round her head and isolating
from any sense of air that’s cooling
and rampant need that’s now arising
she feels excitement in so being
where she feels no fear abiding.

Put down hard after easy lifting
a lid above her slamming
the sound of engine starting 
spinning wheels now are speeding 
bound in dark she’s left a-lieing 
with mouth that gives no screaming
instead a wet arousal finding 
knowing of her inner needing.

Climax rising almost blinding 
fighting, writhing, needing tying 
her tortured form now pounding
forcing every sinew twisting
with such unsought pleasure giving 
this wanton slut who has such thinking
of brutal taking and ill using
by men she should be hating.

How could juices start their flowing 
as crude hands began their probing 
carrying to places far unknowing.
Rough voices talking of their doing, 
arguing ransoms for demanding
then finding her with wet arousing 
cruel laughing at her needing
until there comes a sweet dividing 
of her eager self though darkening
roughly forcing them by wanting 
that she is newly there for taking
captors now in forced confronting.

There can now be no disguising 
that this is life not fantasizing 
these coarse brutes so crudely using
think they’re forcing her submitting 
now she wants them by satisfying 
her every silent wanton needing 
of each to feed obscene desiring.

An iron bed prepared for keeping 
till the time of ransom paying 
fully tight is now her strapping
legs apart, wide spreadeagling
ignoring all her protests mewling 
but her bucking body thrusting 
makes her needing so enticing
till they give her what she’s wanting.

There is now for each unseen taking
a welcoming and wet demanding 
so there can be no inflicting 
that but which is urgent wanting
opening each hole for filling 
not once or twice but oft repeating
taking turns in fully using 
till they are all quite lost in spending.

With captive bound there’s no sating 
screaming begging ne’er abating 
always there is more demanding 
screaming all despite her gagging
each time her body hits climaxing
fighting , dragging now and forcing 
wearied jailers for more pleasuring
ignoring all their worn protesting
incessant in her primal wanting
who is using whom in this not knowing
when captors should be really scaring
but they have never known such needing
standing round and jointly fearing
of chewing less than was their biting
with this nymphomaniac in bareing.

Words in anger, muffled voicing 
some with reason in conferring
then a quick release of bindings 
a body hot for blanket wrapping 
with a fiesty female grappling
cursing now her wild desiring
yet unstilled with needy struggling
tossed in the car for rapid driving 
some miles back by unknown routing
while in the trunk much banging
till on daddy’s doorstep dumping 
ransom now in quick forgetting
as captors with relief escaping
while pretty rich girl leans back smiling
anticipating her next kidnapping.


From my Francesca Anderssen Poetry collection: BDSM Verse (Amazon)

I have written novels and verse about the interaction between lovers, and consensual activities that form the rich tapestry of living and loving between people who care about each other.

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Tell me if you do---or don't.
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The complete book of BDSM Verse by  Francesca Anderssen (101 kinky poems) is on Amazon in kindle and paperback,

together with my erotic BDSM novel "Need". also available on amazon
Nobody Sep 2017

slap me daddy, abuse me
bite my neck, spank me hard
pull my hair, make me scream
show me who’s in charge

tie me, pound me deep
again and again
violate me, you own me
smother me in sin

choke me, defile me
turn me over
fuck me how you like
If it’s wrong, I don’t want to be right  

now finish me
I’ll have no escape
baby take what you crave
I’m all yours to break

Nobody Sep 2017

First he demanded I force him on the bed
he said don’t dare relent till he’s fully spent
so I start by removing all of his clothes
kiss and bite him all over so very slow

then he makes me bind both his hands tight
orders a satin scarf to shield his eyes
next I gently bite his neck on both sides
stirred on even more by his erotic cries

now my tongue wants to lick him just where he likes
he trembles and shakes as I lick him up right
he’s hard and tasty, I tease him till I’m sore
suck and stop, he can’t take it, and begs for more  

my mouth is so warm, he’s slippery wet
I take it and smother my throat in the mess
and after he’s been pushed so close to the edge
he rapidly pounds my mouth till the end

don't waste your breath
telling me to get better, talk dirty to me
don't hold your breath
hoping i try to help myself.
if you're going to hold my neck
hold it a lot tighter than that,
don't forget to push down
on my windpipe with your palm,
we're wrapped up in these bedsheets
because i want you to hurt me.
i want to see the rope burn on my wrists glisten
where it's begun to tear away at my flesh
and i like to feel real tangible knots
when i'm tied up in self loathing.
i struggle to find the line between
lovesick and depressed or
being a masochist. what's the big difference.
either way i wake up with bruised
blue lips and oxygen deprivation,
and fresh linens wet with singeing liquids,
and a pain in my stomach or lungs that means
i'm still breathing slightly.
i wanted you to kill me.

Jose H Sep 2017

Surrender your body to me.
Bare body pressed against the brick wall
Hands tied overhead
Hair pulled back
Your body so warm and hot
Feel my ice cold kisses on your shoulders
My wet tongue running up your neck
Feel the red imprints of my hands on your ass
Moan for me ever so slightly
Beg me for more
Beg for me to never stop
Shutter at the feeling of my hands on your clitoris
Bite those full lips at the pleasure of my teeth markings on your body
Surrender yourself to me
Let me toss you on fresh sheets
Spreading your legs apart
Gently placing my hands on your slit
Rubbing slowly against soaked laced panties
Tongue tied in your body
Feed me your taste
Fill me with the flavor of your pussy
Grip my head with your legs
Watch me explore your insides
Stare at me with such intense eyes
Stare as I climb up tracing every curve with my velvet tongue
Wrap your glistening legs around my waist
Take me raw till you can no longer go
Grip the sheets, head tilted back
Claw at my body
I'll  guide you along the line between pain and pleasure
Surrender yourself to me
Let's explore our pleasures together.

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