Freedom at first slowly won

when it held the same holding arm

and slowly and carefully one by one

began loosening the fingers,

through to the thumb

And, when all was softly and gently done

Freedom had found

an open palm.
Poetic Surgery, Copyright © 2018,  All rights reserved.
You cannot grow a pair of elegance
Definitely not her eyes I suppose
For it was as beautiful as it sounds
Like one of those unicorns I propose

Not a Rapunzel by her hair
But sure from her smile
Titanium hard words of her
Disguised the feather soul inside

A sweet incarnation a carefree soul
It's a tale of one such girl I know
Daddy's girl she was not much into pink
But It all changed before she could blink

Choices she made sucked onto her desires
All she wanted was to fly free and higher
Screaming inside she burst into tears
While in the world outside she hid her fears

Sought for company as her thoughts start to run
For Only in the loneliness she encountered her demons
It ain't a fairy tale however it may seem
An easy way out is all she could dream.
Tess Apr 9
I wish I had a shield.
So when you talked I wouldn't get hurt.
I wish I didn't yield.
Then I'd stand up not fall in the dirt.
I wish that you cared.
I'm starting to think you never did
I wish I wasn't scared.
That way I could say what I wanted.
I wish you weren't mean.
I just wanted to make things better.
I wish we weren't a thing.
Then I could reunite with laughter.
I wish I could heal you.
But you've hurt me too much to do right.
I wish I could tell you.
But it always ends with a big fight.
I wish that I could leave.
And leave you a broken heart like mine.
I wish you weren't a thief.
But you've stolen my heart one more time.
I wish I could end this.
I would leave you and never return.
I wish you weren't a disease.
An infection with no developed cure.
I wish for happiness.
I've finally broken free from you
I wish the emptiness.
Would close itself to monsters like you.
Some relationships are just hard, physically and emotionally.
Tommy Randell Mar 21
We met, we fell in Love -
She pushed, I shoved -
Early on there we cusped -
The night I wore nothing
And she wore gloves.

After 32 years it's still a pleasure,
Life finds us happy, still together -
No big secret, nothing clever -
We gave up rubber
And moved onto leather.
Meera Mar 20
The affection that you showed
Was a bait to trap me
Behind your angelic face
Were fangs I couldn’t see
You broke my heart ant ripped my soul
Until there was nothing left in me
Tied up in bondages
I tried but couldn’t flee
The temptation to be loved made me fall for a devil
The devil that were you
And by the time I emerged from your hell
I was all black and blue
You stood there smiling
Watching me while I bled
Now I’ll make you pay
For every single tear I shed
Go run away from me
But I gonna chase you down
You’ll lie there repenting for your sins
While I’ll straighten my crown
!
Wish
I could be a bird
just for one day..
To fly away...
To fly away...

!
Wanna get liberated
Your eyes are my bondage.
Your kiss leaves me breathless.  
Your fingers are my toys.
I submit my body and my heart
For your abuse or adoration.
With you the red bag stays zipped.
Don’t you dare give me a blindfold
Don’t you dare gag my mouth
Don’t put leathers between us.
Only one thing does it for me.
Call it a fetish or call it love.
I just want you.
build for me a dungeon
let its walls be grim
use me there and often
and keep me locked within

in that darkest prison
you may use me to the full
keep your chains upon me 
so I may know their pull

make for me a cage there
for extra close confine
where chill of steel can touch me
and pleasure be refined

keep your whip well oiled there
that I may feel its curl
while I hang in helpless torment  
and my mind is in a whirl

let my mind be lost there
where only I may go
to know your deepest caring
while held in suff’ring’s throes

for there I’ll find my heartsease
as your willing prisoner
where bonds will hold you to me
and never let you go
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 (Need, by Francesca Anderssen)
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