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Sara Leal Oct 2015
I finally understood.
I'm not a master.
I'm not your master.
I'm just a doll being controlled.
Controlled by love.
Your love.
And I can't,
I can't stop of being chained to you.
I'm dependent of you.
If you don't breath I don't breath either.
I never intended this to happen.
But it did.
I'm obsessed with you.
Like I said,
I'm just a doll being controlled,
By love.
Your love.
English version
Manu M Oct 2015
He said-“Drink!”
So I drank the thick syrup he gave
At first it was sweet but slowly it turned bitter
But I did not mind
Because my love for him was insanely blind

Every day he brought that drink with him
Garnished with his charming smile
His smile by dusk turned into a miscreant one
Filling the night with my shrill cries

By dawn he’d say I’m his kryptonite;
Overly exaggerated affection, disguised neatly
Laced lies and promises as hollow as god’******>Would play in his favor every time

Slowly, subtly he poisoned my spirit
At first with the thick sweet richness
Of his seductive voice which
Turned into a sadistic hungry howl by twilight

I surrendered myself to his evil ways
As the disparaging grew stronger each day
I found myself in a cage whose key
I myself had smashed far away

Like a slave I served my master
And like a leech he bled me dry
Now nothing is left of me
I’m just another shadow that
Wanders under the open sky
Stephen Purcell Sep 2015
The eternal tango of the maestro manifests itself in nigh infinite ways.
With the flick of the artist's brush, the stroke of the novelist’s pen or the chicken scratch of the scholar’s nib, legacies are etched, history is written and the world is shaped.
The astronomer, the craftsman and the physician all have one thing in common: Mastery.
Such pinnacles of skill have decades of their lives consumed, nay devoured in the pursuit of perfection, of greatness. Like grains of sand slowly falling into a furnace are the seconds of our lives, trickling, melting into puddles. But as sand melts, it forms shapes; therein lies the potential. Moldable puddles, colourless, devoid of naught but a clear medium.
Classical ideals of education and life. Miscellaneous cultural connections.
Rose Sep 2015
***
Missing your lips
Below my hips
Little licks
Making my feelings mix
Biting my thighs
Trying hard not to let out a sigh
Of pleasure
You'll go to any measure
To make me moan
I wanna groan
You dive in deep
I wonder how long I can keep
From screaming
Your eyes are beaming
Our skin is glowing
Our bodies are flowing
Together in beat
I want you to beat
Inside of me faster
You know you're my master.
Cheyenne Sep 2015
Master.
One simple word,
but it means so much more.
You are my master,
And me your pet
your slave
your *****.
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 **** me master.
I need you,
I crave you.
Please master.
Wade Lancaster Aug 2015
When I Am Afraid I Will Master My Fear

Have you found the answer to your question
Are you thinking of the same as me
Happiness is not elusive
As we know it’s conducive
Scripts not needed
Going with the flow
Steady as we go
Hands together
Eyes looking in
Together we will
Conquer
Demons flee to wind
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MdAsadullah Aug 2015
Shaped by my tongue,
controlled by my mind;
They were my captives,
limbless and blind.


But one by one my tongue
they all escaped;
Took huge and varied
forms while I gaped.


They stood firmly,
demeanor bold and brave.
Now they were the masters
and I was the slave.

His mouth touched mine
and I was lost!
My mind went blank,
my body....limp!
I became his puppet!
Moving only as he bid me to..
Feeling...Saying...
only what he willed me to!
Lost ...
Upon his skillfull hand....
Pray I be lost forever!

©MV
Ameliorate Jul 2015
Imagining your lips trailing soft delicate kisses across my skin
Leaving little goosebumps in it's wake
My body tingling in response as you send shivers down my spine
Feeling your breath, hot on my neck as I arch my back in a primal response
Your fingers lingering in the most sensitive of places, calling out a dark sudden urge inside me.
You toy with me, cradled away from the world
For a night I am yours, lost within a sea of blankets and soft, delicious moans.
I am your marionette and tonight, you're pulling on all of my strings.
Control me, puppet master.
Your every wish is my body's command.
Donna Bella Jun 2015
Her
Mentally dismantled
Spiritually a bundled
Cranium tasseled
Failed attainment
Craze by the crowds
Oh how I feel demised
Trained by the master
Hidden intellect
Chosen few has heard
Chosen few has experienced
Life changing words
Brain is so superb
Tongue twisters is a love spot for the genuis that is her
She is her
Her is me
Her is you
Her is us
Her is many
Many of the intellects
Many of the power holders
Many of the strong
Many of her
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