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i need you
i crave you
it's the only way i survive
you are my weakness i desire your control

in this space
down on my knees
this is where i belong
this is home my home

only you know how to satisfy
this hunger inside of me
i'm you little blackbird
you love to make me scream

who would have thought
through all this pain
my truth would be exposed
you did...

you knew me better than i knew myself
you saw my confusion
in the way i came crawling back to you

the needing
the bleeding
i'm conditioned
to always want more

but you make me wait...
Noelis Oct 10
take my clothes off
throw me on your bed
let your mouth have a taste.
i promise,
it’s gonna be sweet
but don’t let my sweetness
make you think that’s how i want to be treated.
choke me.
pull my hair.
spank me.
bite me.
mark me.
oh ****!
tease me while i’m tied to your bed
**** my pain away
make me beg for you
make me feel like i need you.
and don’t think i’m a fool
i know you’re gonna enjoy this too.
and who knows?
perhaps you’re the one who’s gonna end up
needing me.
Vale Luna Oct 5
Master’s toy
Wants to be played with
Oh, please, come play with me
I am yours
And only yours
I think that you’d agree

Pick me up
By my puppet strings
And watch me dance around your bed
Pick me up
And amuse yourself
I want a place inside your head

Master! Master!
Come visit me
Inside my little dollhouse
I simply long
To be your plaything
You’re the cat, I’ll be the mouse

Master! Master!
I get lonely
When I’m not held within your clutch
As your doll
All I have
Is constant longing for your touch

There’s one purpose
I am trained for
And that’s for you to enjoy
Forever conditioned
Forever enslaved
To be Master’s little toy.
Noelis Sep 30
His lips going down my neck, a quick lick. 
 A hickey between my *******, ripped shirt. 
 His hand sitting at the base of my neck, lips on lips
one of them I bit,
a moan back I received.
Clothes off, his wandering eyes locked on my body.
Now his hands were tracing my curves.
They stopped, then a stinging I felt.
One that I enjoyed.
His body on mine against the wall, my legs tied on his back.
Caring were his hands, then a squeeze;
My moans couldn’t I resist.
His breath on my neck burned my skin;
I prayed the wetness between my legs would help him calm down his flames,
And that his flames would cause a river to flow down my legs.
Noelis Sep 26
his lips got that sinful taste
that taste that i enjoy
that taste is the one i want him to spread all over my body
his hands, so glorious that make me think he’s an angel,
that make me squirm in every angle
i want to scream his name but i can’t
his fingers are now in my mouth
and i’m looking at him, firmly
i bite, softly
he grunts, loudly
in a matter of seconds i’m on my knees
looking up at him
his mouth slightly open
eyes closed
his hands on my head
pulling me closer to him,
taking complete control of me
******* my pretty little mouth
daddy just ended my drought.
Noelis Sep 24
he tortures me in the most caring way
his cold touch burns my flesh
his lips are so close to my ear, whispering
but i can’t whisper back
because Daddy told me not to
and he’s—oh *** his touch feels so **** good
i want to scream his name but all i can do is bite my lips
i feel his smile on my ear
at this point my body is shaking
i’m desperate for his lips
and just when i’m about to finish
he stops and says
“bad girls don’t always get things their way”
Moeshfiekah Sep 15
My **** *****
Your lips I crave.
Your master on her knees.

Your hand , my throat
So please take note.
A master you could be.
How she gets me to drop my dominant side and still calls me master still baffles me people
why wont you let me move on?
is it because you dont want me to?
you dont want me to find happiness
with someone else?
or are you just plain sadistic,
forcing this pain on me?

every time i think i can breathe,
there you are again
with your hands around my neck
cutting off my oxygen supply
making me lightheaded.

every time i try to move,
i realize my arms and legs have been tied down
and there you stand
taunting me at the end of the bed.

why do you have to be so cruel to me?
its probably because you know i live for the pain.
not just a metaphor.
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