So very darkly bright are the dozen wicked ways of enjoying beauty's screams;
Her creamy flesh delights the echoing crimson chambers, her lustre thus demeaned;
~¤~Going Home~¤~
Can I not question her reasonably? The amiable lash panders........
.......to her unresponding needs
- She seldom ever answers.
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~¤~A SUBMISSIVE SEXTET~¤~
~¤~1. Slithering to Exclusion ~¤~
Slithering from the harshest stroke,
Sounds undulate over sweeping curves
And your tarnished delicacy;
Before insidiously climbing the walls
And skittering around the room freely.
The black leather pulled taut, bites,
Snaps into the thin skin
of pale wrists and for a moment:
There is no was;
There is no will be;
There is only now.
Dissipated by your ululations,
the lash drips fire onto unresistant flesh.
A tongue of sound - first insinuation
of an unseen, unrefined control,
generating stark heat and tracing
a crimson line on the pale calf.
Written indelibly on the whiteboard of your mind,
With an indefinable certainty,
This is remission;
This is superposition;
This is exclusion.
~¤~2 Until Your turn~¤~
Until your turn to assume the role,
Until your turn to be protected
Deep inside your private spaces
Deep inside peace is reflected
There the purring kitten plays.
Until your turn so to be treated,
Until your turn, act as required,
Burn hot and bright till fuel is gone,
Untamed and free from weakling liars,
This is the flame you store away.
Until your turn to make obeisance
Until your turn to be defiled,
Achieving all those latent urges.
As opportune you are the child,
Controlled and owned yet undismayed.
~¤~3. Brutal welcomes ~¤~
Brutal welcomes force
Green eyes open to stare,
Making teeth grind ever harder upwards.
A look exchanged shifts perspective
And presses lips to part,
Exhaling ragged breath.
Brutal welcomes force
Uncontrolled moaning need,
Placating undulations, conjure sighs.
Hips plead thrashing excitement
And twist ivory thighs,
Against willing, priapic flesh.
~¤~ 4. Mastery~¤~
It little matters now
His sense of mastery.
The foolish lady thought
that she had been brought
a mystery.
She, who saw it all
dissolve so very slowly.
Into a silent surprised look,
Fled away, a flowing brook,
sorrowfully.
It seemed to matter then,
but now...how could we:
Ever hope to know,
Ever want again to go,
To even wonder seems unfair
And so very long ago.
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~¤~5. Into it ~¤~
We were so well into it,
Fucking firmly,
Sensing the tide rising within,
Rolling torsos - a fiction romance,
The need for release grows stronger.
Unable to hold back restraint,
Lunging twice,
Holding hips in vicelike tightness,
Pushing once more to fountain within,
To a rising keen of ecstatic wails.
~¤~6. Tantalising, Revealing, Consuming~¤~
A hot, wet tongue slides,
A moan escapes your lips,
You arch your back, exposed.
Precipitously.
Teeth bite down on your gently,
Making you beg for more,
Hear him move
His hands on your thighs,
Urging them apart,
Spreading legs,
Tantalising.
Your body squirms on the sand,
Need him, want him, desire him
An excitement flows through.
Unprecedented.
Pause, every muscle tensed,
Waiting for the moment,
Hear yourself panting,
Straining, trying to achieve,
But he doesn't allow,
And the only contact,
Revealing.
A slow infinitesimal start,
Gliding into you snakelike,
Pressed to each other again.
Imperceptibly.
Exhale the breath long held in,
Slow but steady, starting to move,
Achieving that perfect rhythm,
Lost in sensation,
Building slowly,
An explosion consuming
As you submit.
~¤~Confessions~¤~
Confessions of control,
You breathe. In. Out.
The humid pulse of even breath,
Slipping along a cheekbone
Curving to rest
In the shell-like folds of this ear.
Confessions of waking,
Entertaining denial,
Shrugging as sharp teeth tease,
Smiling as warm mouths moisten,
Making the other gasp,
Stilled by a physical presence.
Confessions abstaining,
Giving it all away for now.
The instant you taste that sweetness,
Gazing up and down, observing,
Your lips parted,
Watching intensely.
~¤~Submit~¤~
Step back without a single word,
Wait until clothes are removed,
Only then, as previously arranged
Hold out hands palm up to him,
Sensuous.
Wrist against wrist for binding,
A small length of soft cord serves,
Wrapped around trapped arms.
Gazing at him, implicitly helpless,
Unworried.
Follow, trussed to your destination
Raise tied hands over a showerhead
So you slide on the mat, dangling.
Water cascading heavily, pounding,
Believing.
Hair darkens, flesh sticks to fabric,
Sex lips outlined thinly veiled,
By the soaked fabric of your panties.
A tender kiss, an ardent response,
Murmuring.
Twist and turn to freedom from bondage,
Your receptive crotch cupped erotically,
Flesh folding under oscillating probing,
Ripping damp cloth from twisting hips,
Intense.
Squirm under soapy wandering hands,
Begin to moan for release and quiet,
Calmed by a masterful, playful tweak,
Stare at him wide-eyed, but say nothing.
Trusting.
~¤~The real objective~¤~
The leather bracelet again you wear,
Makes you long so to be bound,
The solid silver neck chain,
Weighs you heavy to the ground.
This reminder you are owned,
Favorite spots to make you moan,
Sinister, marked with his direction,
Yielding now to quiet affection,
Know the real objective aim.
Your spirit plundered and replete,
For your gift is now received,
Permitted to pull thighs assunder,
Infernal tedium relieved.
A single word and you transform,
Dutiful sub from wench forlorn,
Your cheeks may well be truly flush,
At fresh commands desires blush,
And make the real objective plain.
An owner attends your wait so certain,
Kneeling cushioned at booted feet,
Your duty bound, your body craves,
Sensing strength as yours retreats,
Don't object or show surprise,
Respond with wistful,teasing sighs,
Expections require you to remain,
Don't wail, protest or pout distain:
His objective - your refrain.
~¤~ A shudder to fall in love with~¤~
A tongue seeks release, roughly insistent,
From the pliant ready cushion of warm lips,
And the lush softness of a ripe fruit mouth,
Where exhaled breath swirls unrestrained;
Be not stunned by the refutation of passion,
Pout rebelliously and sigh, calm and slow,
Wait for the shudder to fall in love with,
Trembling from embraces that heal the breach.
~¤~Deathly still ~¤~
Deathly still, calmly scanning pages,
Rubbing eyes in a fluorescent flicker,
On and off, the heartbeat quickens;
Sit at a desk, stifling a deep yawn,
Ready to go, but strange hands grab,
To obvious concern in hazel eyes.
Slick dark hair, bedazzling smiles,
Strange glints making a difference,
Lips quiver, sounds flee in vain;
Each moment yields rising desire,
Backing away, reaching to reveal,
As clothing slides to the ground.
Frantic, trembling, energetic kisses,
Knees quiver, mind in a total daze,
Words form shimmering within her head.
Button by button, spurred by guile,
Closing eyes to the soft caressing
Deep green eyes and words unheard.
The icy rush of lips on warm cheeks,
Cool teeth on a throat so yielding
Light breath as a tongue flicks by;
The mark on her neck stands bloody,
The salty skin, reflecting passion,
Taken inch by inch to deathly still.
~¤~Designs ~¤~
Reaching behind to unzip,
A skirt that flows,
Over incredible hips,
Down and down,
Into a small, black puddle
Around the ankles;
A lacy garter belt sustains,
A certain modesty,
Holding up stockings,
Concealing black silk,
Satin snug and wired up,
To intimate designs.
~¤~Topping from the bottom~¤~
Don't hang your head, dear pet, or pout in vain,
You don't know what to do, you'll have to learn;
Listen as he teaches pleasure-pain,
For he is now your guide to whom you turn.
As he reviews the rules, nod meekly now,
You will act now entirely as he says,
No variance from obedience, kowtow,
No harm will come to you in all these plays.
His face draws close to you, his eyes direct,
Your lips burn with desire, breaths apart,
Sense as you kneel there, he is correct,
You kiss his hand with passion in your heart.
And when you crawl adoring on all fours,
Know in Master's protection, he is yours.
~¤~An end or a beginning ~¤~
This toy would make you shiver, in surprise,
As I record the beauty of your flesh,
It traces every curve from neck to thigh,
You stand obedient, unhesitant and fresh.
I run a leather crop right down your arm,
I feel the trembling tingle of your skin,
From the elbow to the wrist, firm in my palm,
Its bite will soon displace your cheeky grin.
Up your yielding calf from your chained ankle,
It rides to probe the inside of your thigh;
Commanded not to move, though it may rankle,
Your breathing rises sharply in a sigh.
As leather plays against your mound, you gasp,
An end or a beginning in your grasp.
~¤~Kneeling at the altar~¤~
So languorous and torrid is our passion,
My lips and fingers are within you still,
Ingenious, you crave love in your fashion,
You soon desist to bend me to your will;
To groans of angst, I seek untroden paths,
Saliva on your skin forms meandering flows,
I worship on this trail, down damp calves,
As excited and voluptuous, your face glows;
Determined, I move on to that moist mire,
To nestle happy 'tween the spreading hips,
And there amidst the apex of desire,
I press my mouth to your vaginal lips;
Bedazzled as I am by the wetly gleaming sex,
At this palpitating altar, I will genuflect.
~¤~Darkly Bright~¤~
So very darkly bright
Are the dozen wicked ways
Of enjoying beauty's screams;
Her creamy flesh delights
the echoing crimson chambers,
her lustre thus demeaned;
Can I question her reasonably?
The amiable lash panders
To her unresponsive needs -
She seldom ever answers.
She is my stubborn lady.
She is my most naughty girl.
Such proud defiance again;
Eminently captivating
the ancient lineage curls
Foetal from the pain;
Fingers pressed to cheeks:
Her tears pour down my face,
Hair tossed as she shrieks,
Braids whipped out of place.
I will forgive her always,
Entreating with insistence,
Although this whip I wield;
I loathe the silent gaze,
Sustaining this resistance,
her red lips will not yield;
Tongue so moist and ready:
Why do your eyes delight?
Darkly bright eyed, lady,
So very darkly bright.
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~¤~Sweet Torture~¤~
I dreamt of red draped chambers, velvet dark
You wander and I marvel there, my love;
In this, my blackened and most secret heart,
You are the feeder of this precious trove.
The sharer of desires - rash and impulsive,
I give reign to the terrors once unleashed;
Conjure, in good measure, wild desires,
Let every mindless fancy be relieved.
Your body oscillates in wicked ways,
Your hair is lustrous, and your flesh is white;
My stubborn lady, ever seeking praise,
Proudly defiant at the least felt slight.
Go whip your stinging hair against my face,
No instrument of torture has more grace.
~¤~Stalactite ~¤~
It's wonderful to think, imagine, sense,
Hands that trace such patterns on your skin,
Aching erotic, craving and intense,
Incense your body stretching out to sin;
Slavish surrender, engenders all the more,
Sensing submission in your genuflection;
Across that bouteous chest, fingers explore,
Look up, devoted and imbibe affection.
Amusement, desire, lust your pulse now speeds,
Tentative yielding of a contoured cheek,
As indrawn breaths reflect your eager needs,
Your mouth a moistened cavern so to speak.
When his lips curve, you mirror your delight,
A hungry tongue embeds there - stalactite.
~¤~Bewitched~¤~
Part crimson lips and pout your warm allure,
Despite anxious concerns that partner lust;
Let scarlet tongue hold back and bide its time,
Restrain enchanting passion to gain trust.
Trace febrile paths across predisposed flesh,
Brush a cheek, alleviate suspense;
Breath speeds on and heartbeats race on faster,
As incandescent melodies commence.
Eyes glimmer brilliantly like shards of glass,
Lips meld into one in love's redress;
Haunches held in place by grasping hands,
Enrapturing indulgence and congress.
Let ambiguous thoughts of past encounters drift,
This presence deep within leaves you so bewitched.
~¤~New Configuration~¤~
When candles flicker in the shadowy room,
You offer sparkling wine with such allure;
Refractions kindle longings in the gloom,
Extend the warmth of welcomes so obscure.
The scent of eucalyptus fills the air,
Smiles dance so brightly as you entwine;
Crossing legs, imprisoning with care,
Fusing limbs together, sylph divine.
Sweep hair back as eager bodies quiver,
You animated, wicked, sweet consignment;
Delicious tang brought to a sudden shiver,
Dipping fingers end your cool refinement.
Should a romantic intrigue end in a lusty tryst,
A new configuration for a couplets' steam to mist?