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Luna Jay Dec 2018
I don’t speak for everyone,
I can only speak for me.
I don’t want a silly toy to
Make me feel weak at the knee.
I don’t want a handsome savior,
Riding in on a white horse
Just so years later I end up
Sad, fat and divorced.
I want to be myself,
Open and free.
No one on this earth
Who should chain me.
Not outside of privacy of my bedroom.
Can you blame me?
Seanathon Jun 2017
It bends its back and cracks its spine
Out of sheer frustration
Much like a whip
For as it is, it seems to be, and ever will be
The unchangeable, and the uncommented

Much like the silent birds which breathe, yet are not without their own beauty
How they never sing, and will never speak of such things
Because this is how, and this is when
I know why the willow whips do weep

For as we are one and from the same
How they cry in silence, not out of vanity, but out of frustration
Because you, in stay, know no other way
Than to pass them by before they can speak

Of the way your footprints tread on the teeming dandelions
Leaving only the meadow left in pain
For you are so invested in your own sunshine
That you neglect to see and hear the same
That the willow whips now weep in pain
Source: Never to be revealed - But it makes me shake my head every time I see it.
you offer me your whip to kiss.
to wet it with such eagerness
that cannot be disguised
for I am just your wanton ****
who makes her needs so plain
in wanting what you give me now
to be the cause of pain

Why can I not do without
the torment that is you
or torture you inflict on me
in ways I want you to
can there be no end to this
I think that may be so
my flowing juices tell me of
the need I have of you

You are my cruel master now
you own all that I am
there can be nothing more than this
to feed the **** I am
I beg and crave your tortures all
debase myself  to have
yet more of what you force on me
to drive me to oblivion
a suffering that takes me in myself
deeper yet and deeper in
till nothing else seems real
only the thought of all your love
that keeps me here to feel

.....Francesca Anderssen 2016
more thoughts on what I am, and want to share with you
The craving for your whip
wanting it to mark me
to feel its hellish sting
screaming to force it on me
and the pain that says you own me

I feel its curl around my flesh
and strain at ropes that hold me
yet cannot hide
the moistening flood
that forces me to want you

the lines across my body red
will force my needing further
yet when you cut me down
and take my body to you
my wanting won’t deny you

For this is torture quite sublime
here in your darkest dungeon
your willing captive evermore
draining all you have to give
and wanting still more of you


....Francesca Anderssen 2016
I write novels and verse from my heart, reflecting my own lifestyle, where loving is between two people who care deeply for one another, and give in the fullest sense of the word.
In my writing there is no place for that which is not desired, no matter how it might present to those who do not know.

Crits very welcome---good or bad. I can only tailor my writing to my readers if I know what they enjoy reading about
The Francesca Anderssen book of **** verse  (101 ****** poems)  is available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VU4CPCG/
Andrew T Jul 2016
My shiny car, I love that Japanese luxury
It was a hand-me-down from my mom
I love her for that
I named my car Avy short for Avalon
A good Asian car not like those American cars
Those American cars are big and strong
Asian Cars are easy-going and have nicer sound systems
But there’s something different about this car
Every year
The metal
Rusts away
And I’m scared that one day I’ll lose her
she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●

Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips

Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige

Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes

But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings

Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections

She is despotic but decent
SADIST
©Historian E.Lexano
®Recalcitration With Excellent
Love Affair
she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●

Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips

Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige

Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes

But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings

Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections

She is despotic but decent

SADIST
©Historian E.Lexano
®Recalcitration With Excellent
Its A Paraphilia
Stormy Bailey May 2015
We’re not as perfect as we like to say,
it's just another game that we play,
as you fall under my angelic spell.
the demon comes out.
and it wants to stay.
Cherubs cry,
as I tighten the ties,
and angels sob,
I put the gag back in your mouth.
blood red tears streaming down your back.
leather against skin,
cause you like it like that.
Your so cute when you scream,
its your masochistic dream.
biting deep in your skin.
face in the pillow,
suffocating again.
But you like that don’t you.
nails in your flesh,
color me aroused.
what’s the safe word you ask?
put that gag back in your mouth.
Wow I can't believe I am letting the public see this.

— The End —