BDSM Poetry Page

Updated January 22/2006

On this page, I will post my BDSM poetry for your enjoyment.

BDSM

What is this game that we play,

That we give ourselves today

To someone who deals sweet pain,

Sets limits that we explain,

Gives to us a special treat,

Makes us feel whole and complete.

They guide us to that sweet place

That we describe as subspace,

Where we float, soft and serene,

Resplendent within the scene;

From our agony we're freed,

Safe in thought and word and deed.

When we return from that bliss,

We are given a sweet kiss,

Hugged and loved and made to know

We are special ere we go

Back to that place whence we came,

Back to life's commercial game.

So, until we meet again

Under sky of sun or rain,

Let not this world bear you down,

Hide not your smile 'neath a frown,

Let all your friends hear you say,

"I love the games that we play."

tiffani pontchartrain

Love Bound

Some call me a lucky wench

As i lie here on this bench,

Waiting for the first soft touch

Of the hands i love so much.

From soft to hard, slow to swift,

i can sense that subtle shift;

Yes, he knows my ev'ry need.

This i know, by such i'm freed

From the hurt that i've endured;

i can rest in love assured,

Know that i can be myself,

Not hide away on a shelf

Where none can e'er see me smile

In that slow, ever sweet style

That shows that i am at peace,

Having felt happy release

From the stress that i once knew,

From those things that made me blue.

Now i turn my face to him

Ass the lights begin to dim;

All his instruments brought out;

Why i'm here, i have no doubt.

The feather touch of his hand

Takes me to the promised land.

There is no hurt or sorrow there,

No hate, fury or despair.

How i love it when i'm kissed,

That sweet feeling that i've missed,

That turned me all upside down,

Sent me spinning 'round and 'round,

Made me feel i'd reached the sky,

Let me know that i could fly

Up to the stars high above,

Never lose his tender love.

So now i must say, "Adieu!";

There are things that i must do

To ensure new heights of bliss

With ev'ry successive kiss.

So, until we meet again,

Be bound to him, call him FRIEND.

tiffani pontchartrain

searching my soul

am submissive

to the depths of my heart.

i long

to seve a Mistress,

to be hers

for all time,

yet

i also feel

a need to be

in control,

for i

am a switch:

sometimes

i wish

to control &

sometimes

to be controlled.

now,

i need

to feel the hand

of someone stronger than myself,

as i search

for One

who will make me complete.

shall i be strong

my time of waiting

for that One

shall i tremble,

ever shivering,

in the hope

that i shall find

that which i seek?

i know not

if that day will come,

yet i long for it

with every

beat of my trembling soul.

come.

make me whole.

tiffani pontchartrain

longings

i long

to give myself

completely

to another,

to let

that other person

control

my every mood,

thought,

feeling.

i long

to know

what it is

to be owned

by a Mistress,

by a woman

who

will know my inner heart,

as no other

has ever known

or will ever know it.

i long

to feel

the touch of a hand,

firm,

yet gentle,

guiding me

to that place

where i

can seal myself

to Her,

to Her love,

for all eternity.

i long

to belong

to Her,

wherever She may be,

till time

shall be no more.

o wind of fate,

carry me

to Her eternal love.

tiffani pontchartrain

Mistress

can i find my way

to the Mistress of my dreams,

in this strange, dark land

where the horror waits

to scour the depths of my soul,

leaving me in tears?

where did this come from,

that i must hide in shadows,

trembling like a leaf

adrift in the gales

of inconsiderate fate,

suddenly cast down

to await the hand

of She, She who gives sweet pain,

binds me to Her heart.

sudden, subtle words

that send shivers down my spine

of pure ecstacy

because i am Hers.

i wish to give Her my soul,

put it in Her hands,

let Her caress me,

with such strength and dominance,

that i will cry out

to be forgiven

all those forbidden desires

that lie in my heart.

each one, She will take

when She, in Her great wisdom,

guides me to her love.

tiffani pontchartrain

Song Of Surrender

With a sigh so sweet and tender,

She sings her song of surrender

To the man she would call her mate.

With a voice that sings so clearly

Of love that has cost him dearly,

He swiftly goes to meet his fate.

She awaits him within her room,

Shadowed by the candle-lit gloom

Thrown from those walls of midnight blue.

As he approaches through the night,

Everything must be just right

So that he'll know her love is true.

The bench, so lovingly prepared,

Where her sweet pain will soon be shared,

Is draped with cloths of crimson red.

He arrives: the sound of the bell,

Deep in her heart, seems to foretell

This time that she has come to dread.

Over the bench she drapes herself

As he reaches up to the shelf

To take the whip that's lying there.

It is a bullwhip, long and sleek:

She turns around to take a peek,

To see this tool, cruel yet fair.

Snap! goes the whip and Snap! again

And, soon enough, she feels the pain

As her screams echo round the room.

Those walls of stone, so thick and strong,

Have always contained her sweet song,

Filled her heart with sorrow and doom.

Yet, as she bows her head once more,

Transcendent now, she will adore

This man to whom she gave her love.

Touched by his hand, soft and tender,

She sings her song of surrender,

A sweet paean to God above.

tiffani pontchartrain

i gave my heart

to another;

i thought

that she would cherish it,

would hold it

with love and tenderness.

at first,

everything was beautiful;

love was in the air,

we were together.

then alcohol

slipped in through

an open door;

not a little, here and there,

but bottles,

which i found emptied

of their contents,

lying on floor or table,

uncaring

of what i felt.

i tried to help;

she made promises

that she said she would keep.

then the next binge

came along

and her promises

fell by the wayside;

the alcohol

was more important

to her

than my love for her.

her lies

broke my heart,

cracked the beauty

of my love for her,

sullied it

and made it

appear unworthy.

i gave my heart

into her care;

she took it

and then threw it away.

since then,

she has confused me

'most every day:

she calls me on the phone,

warm and tender,

asks me to visit her;

when i arrive,

she is cold and distant,

she tells me i must leave.

she tells me also

that, even though

we are not

together,

she would consider

a relationship

as Dominant and submissive.

i am afraid

because

i do not know

if i can be safe

with her:

the alcohol

has come between us,

so i just listen

and respond

as passively

as it is possible

for me to do:

i do not wish

to give her false hope

that there will be

a lifestyle relationship,

as domme and sub,

between us.

will i play with her?

i know not

at this time;

i must

decide soon, though,

for i will be

attending

a play party tonight,

she will be there.

i gave my heart to her:

she threw it back at me!

i gave my heart;

now it is torn and tarnished,

lying broken before me.

i gave my heart

and yet

it still remains,

it is still mine.

i am

picking up the pieces,

slowly

finding my way

back to a semblance

of wholeness.

i gave my heart.

tiffani pontchartrain

Last Taste Of Freedom

As i stand here in the depot,

Waiting for the bus to arrive,

i find myself thinking of You

And how You make me feel alive.

i do love pain, that much is true,

Yet that is but one part of me.

There is much more within my heart,

If You will only look and see.

And as my thoughts focus on You,

i see that there is much to learn;

This exploration never ends,

As new insights i do discern.

i need a guide upon the way,

Someone to teach my yearning heart;

i find myself inspired by You,

Willing to make a brand new start.

The bus pulls in; i step aboard,

Then watch as the miles roll away;

After a while, i settle down,

Then close my eyes and drift away.

Now i see You within my dreams,

Such inspiration in my toils,

That i must look upon Your face,

Softly restrained within Your coils.

The bus moves on as i awake,

Knowing full well what i have done.

Submissive? Slave? It matters not,

Just that my battle has been won.

What inspires me to come to You,

Accept as You assume control?

The simple fact that, without You,

i feel that i will lose my soul.

tiffani pontchartrain

Sing Out Your Song

Sing out your song, My little slave,

As I take you into the deeps;

We stand strong as we ride life's wave

And play sweet games as the world sleeps.

What shall I sing, O Mistress dear,

As we journey on this new path?

Of sad, sweet love, of sorrow drear,

Or mayhap a tale of great wrath?

Shall I then sing of hearts grown cold,

Or times when all seems to be lost?

Maybe about a love quite bold,

That chooses not to count the cost?

Shall I sing of journeys taken,

Places afar that I have seen?

Perhaps of the dawn now breaking,

That shows the land all sweet and green.

Or shall I sing of times long gone,

Of people we have left behind?

Or maybe a sweet newborn fawn,

A sight to charm and calm the mind?

Shall I sing of a loving heart,

That takes the time to show sweet care?

Of finding wisdom to impart,

That truly compels us to share?

Or shall I sing a tale of You,

That You inspire my ev'ry thought?

The sweet fact that Your love is true,

And can never be sold or bought?

Sing out your song, My little slave,

As I take you into the deeps;

We stand strong as we ride life's wave

And play sweet games as the world sleeps.

tiffani pontchartrain

Time for you to learn your most important lesson: I own you!

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