Poetry competition CLOSED 24th September 2015 4:43pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Submissive feelings
Anonymous
Inked
Take your faithful quill
touch the most sensitive amour of my body
with your shapeless desire, a wanton walk
in the midst of vast unhinged intrusions;
an exploration of a canvas opulently undone
Illustrate your sinful thoughts
carving lucid dreams, converged with visions
of measured heartbeats in cycles of waves,
with your heart and mine in cylindrical spiral
as seasons change and rearrange
Release the shining rays
from depths of my soul in vibrant colors
restoring mystical hues cascading into
symphony of influx unto the spectrum
bathing me with the beauty of sultry tempo
Hold me tenderly against your heart
driving the blade in my delicate skin
love whispers embedded into memory
while muffling my moans with a kiss
passionately inhaling the echos of my pain
As I become
subserviently
possessed
by your
ink
Take your faithful quill
touch the most sensitive amour of my body
with your shapeless desire, a wanton walk
in the midst of vast unhinged intrusions;
an exploration of a canvas opulently undone
Illustrate your sinful thoughts
carving lucid dreams, converged with visions
of measured heartbeats in cycles of waves,
with your heart and mine in cylindrical spiral
as seasons change and rearrange
Release the shining rays
from depths of my soul in vibrant colors
restoring mystical hues cascading into
symphony of influx unto the spectrum
bathing me with the beauty of sultry tempo
Hold me tenderly against your heart
driving the blade in my delicate skin
love whispers embedded into memory
while muffling my moans with a kiss
passionately inhaling the echos of my pain
As I become
subserviently
possessed
by your
ink
Portrait of a minx !extreme content!
Oh
Just
Shut up already
And
Fuck me
No more talk now
All right?
You've mitigated and negotiated and adjudicated so can that be the end at last?
Come on
Come to bed
Better yet
On the desk
Across the chair
Against the door
On the floor
Please
Could we just screw?
Put your cock in me!
Can't you see how wet I am?
I've been bound in the corner for an hour.
Okay
Spank me
Just take me
Do something
Please
I'll be good
I promise I'll bow
To your will
You know how impatient I am for your attention, Sir, I'm sorry I decorated your whip
I thought it was awfully pretty with ribbons of pink and blue lace
Then you ordered me to strip at the club, hauled it out, oh well, I suppose this corner's not so bad to face
Compared to what's happening later, I suppose I can wait
(I know my ass will pay well and everywhere else)
Can we please just get on with it though?
This butt plug is starting to burn
Did you put something extra on it?
I'm sure if feels different this time.
"I know you've got quite a dialogue going on inside that mind of yours."
"Sir?"
"You seem to have forgotten, again, the purpose of our time."
"Um, Sir?"
"No worries, my pet, I'll remind you. You do need regular instruction."
The whip cracks. Desire pools.
Focus shifts.
The frisson of air across my spine.
The shift of Master's footfalls.
The first kiss of leather biting, leaving a scorching caress in its wake...
All is clean
Clear
Silent
Euphoria
"You cannot do anything. I've bound you for My pleasure. And, because you no longer have control, you can get out of that brilliant head for a while, just feel, experience, be now."
Oh
Just
Shut up already
And
Fuck me
No more talk now
All right?
You've mitigated and negotiated and adjudicated so can that be the end at last?
Come on
Come to bed
Better yet
On the desk
Across the chair
Against the door
On the floor
Please
Could we just screw?
Put your cock in me!
Can't you see how wet I am?
I've been bound in the corner for an hour.
Okay
Spank me
Just take me
Do something
Please
I'll be good
I promise I'll bow
To your will
You know how impatient I am for your attention, Sir, I'm sorry I decorated your whip
I thought it was awfully pretty with ribbons of pink and blue lace
Then you ordered me to strip at the club, hauled it out, oh well, I suppose this corner's not so bad to face
Compared to what's happening later, I suppose I can wait
(I know my ass will pay well and everywhere else)
Can we please just get on with it though?
This butt plug is starting to burn
Did you put something extra on it?
I'm sure if feels different this time.
"I know you've got quite a dialogue going on inside that mind of yours."
"Sir?"
"You seem to have forgotten, again, the purpose of our time."
"Um, Sir?"
"No worries, my pet, I'll remind you. You do need regular instruction."
The whip cracks. Desire pools.
Focus shifts.
The frisson of air across my spine.
The shift of Master's footfalls.
The first kiss of leather biting, leaving a scorching caress in its wake...
All is clean
Clear
Silent
Euphoria
"You cannot do anything. I've bound you for My pleasure. And, because you no longer have control, you can get out of that brilliant head for a while, just feel, experience, be now."
Bliss !extreme content!
I want you to take charge tonight
Master me
Make my pussy spasm at your command
Show me the edge of control
The fine line between exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain
Is there a line?
Can both occur simultaneously?
Teach me what my body will do with you in command
Careful!
Give me too much leeway and I'll turn the tables on you
Swallow you down
Bring you bliss with my mouth
Taunt you with
My
Teeth
Shatter you with my tongue
Wrapped round your dick
Luxuriously
Trust me
If you use my mouth, I'll take control
Wrest it from you
Effortlessly
Yet...
I want you to take control tonight
Master me
Hurt me
Make my pussy weep honey for you
Juices covering my inner thighs
Musky scent of me permeating the air
Show me that fine edge of control
Make me question the boundaries between pain and pleasure
Sublime agony
Excruciating ecstasy
Absolute bliss
Uh oh
As evocative as this is
As sexy as it might be
As blistering hot
i've done it
Again
Haven't i,
Master?
Topping from the bottom.
(and my bottom's getting ready to feel it, i know - i'm not really trying to hide that sheepish, little grin from You) Please forgive my trembling enthusiasm veritably anticipating Your every verbal (and otherwise) instruction.
It is a splendid thing, indeed, that You cherish such a sassy, wicked creature as i. You say it's fitting that this firecracker screams in ecstasy so near this holiday. Fitting punishment for one so brazen. Perhaps, You'll put her up to the balcony windows, make her writhe her jerking, throbbing bliss up against the glass...
Oh!
That's me
Cumming and cumming and cumming again
Oh yes
There
Ahhhhhhh
Cumming again?
Screaming now
No words
Just incoherent, inchoate sound
Tremulous, gasping moans
Desperate wailing pleas
(please)
i gasp out, "can't cum again, Sir."
Implacable You command, "You will."
I want you to take charge tonight
Master me
Make my pussy spasm at your command
Show me the edge of control
The fine line between exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain
Is there a line?
Can both occur simultaneously?
Teach me what my body will do with you in command
Careful!
Give me too much leeway and I'll turn the tables on you
Swallow you down
Bring you bliss with my mouth
Taunt you with
My
Teeth
Shatter you with my tongue
Wrapped round your dick
Luxuriously
Trust me
If you use my mouth, I'll take control
Wrest it from you
Effortlessly
Yet...
I want you to take control tonight
Master me
Hurt me
Make my pussy weep honey for you
Juices covering my inner thighs
Musky scent of me permeating the air
Show me that fine edge of control
Make me question the boundaries between pain and pleasure
Sublime agony
Excruciating ecstasy
Absolute bliss
Uh oh
As evocative as this is
As sexy as it might be
As blistering hot
i've done it
Again
Haven't i,
Master?
Topping from the bottom.
(and my bottom's getting ready to feel it, i know - i'm not really trying to hide that sheepish, little grin from You) Please forgive my trembling enthusiasm veritably anticipating Your every verbal (and otherwise) instruction.
It is a splendid thing, indeed, that You cherish such a sassy, wicked creature as i. You say it's fitting that this firecracker screams in ecstasy so near this holiday. Fitting punishment for one so brazen. Perhaps, You'll put her up to the balcony windows, make her writhe her jerking, throbbing bliss up against the glass...
Oh!
That's me
Cumming and cumming and cumming again
Oh yes
There
Ahhhhhhh
Cumming again?
Screaming now
No words
Just incoherent, inchoate sound
Tremulous, gasping moans
Desperate wailing pleas
(please)
i gasp out, "can't cum again, Sir."
Implacable You command, "You will."
(re-submitted)
What If
The first time I see you on the screen
you are dominating her, some twisted
yet familiar place whose terrain I've never
quite known. The curiosity in me, the fever
to be the one whose face you bathe with
your tongue, whom you pull a neck belt
harder at. Sweet-thick brown leather
dick-hard daddy-beating belt. My fear of you
spanking me hard and inexorably as my
stepfather did, the trembling of my little ass,
the fear I would love it with the likes of you. Once
a boy I talked to on the phone taking me down
that path, not a word of sex but insulting me
like the males in my life did and I'm on the red
chaise open and offering myself to the world,
everything I can get around me inside me.
Your hands at my neck, yes, so wrongly right,
but it should be you who holds my life in your
hands. That boy saying he'd leave me tied up
for days, oh the horror of it, but with you the
craving to leave me with this want eating away
at me, what is left of my flesh and mind that
haven't been ravished by sick obsession. Besides,
all I do with my time is wait for you anyways. The
other boy who terrified with talk of blood play
and candle wax and now with you I understand,
it's all so very clear, the red room you would own,
the props, taking one of them against my skin and
the sting and bloom combined with the sweet aching
absence of your cock and hands and the juice
running down my thigh, your voice with its commands
and each sweet sibilant syllable and my cunt calling
and echoing for you, please. Please. Fuck me now
but make me wait like this forever.
What If
The first time I see you on the screen
you are dominating her, some twisted
yet familiar place whose terrain I've never
quite known. The curiosity in me, the fever
to be the one whose face you bathe with
your tongue, whom you pull a neck belt
harder at. Sweet-thick brown leather
dick-hard daddy-beating belt. My fear of you
spanking me hard and inexorably as my
stepfather did, the trembling of my little ass,
the fear I would love it with the likes of you. Once
a boy I talked to on the phone taking me down
that path, not a word of sex but insulting me
like the males in my life did and I'm on the red
chaise open and offering myself to the world,
everything I can get around me inside me.
Your hands at my neck, yes, so wrongly right,
but it should be you who holds my life in your
hands. That boy saying he'd leave me tied up
for days, oh the horror of it, but with you the
craving to leave me with this want eating away
at me, what is left of my flesh and mind that
haven't been ravished by sick obsession. Besides,
all I do with my time is wait for you anyways. The
other boy who terrified with talk of blood play
and candle wax and now with you I understand,
it's all so very clear, the red room you would own,
the props, taking one of them against my skin and
the sting and bloom combined with the sweet aching
absence of your cock and hands and the juice
running down my thigh, your voice with its commands
and each sweet sibilant syllable and my cunt calling
and echoing for you, please. Please. Fuck me now
but make me wait like this forever.
Of Masters and Men
how easily we give away
our heart of hearts and lust
no longer sated by just any man
I demand dominance and trust
I desire to inspire pride
by standing tallest on my knees
a courageous vessel surrenders control
to submit, to serve, to please
his strength will understand
I've never been made of glass
a strike of the hand removes
the weight of the world---
he'll be my Atlas
just let go
how easily we give away
our heart of hearts and lust
no longer sated by just any man
I demand dominance and trust
I desire to inspire pride
by standing tallest on my knees
a courageous vessel surrenders control
to submit, to serve, to please
his strength will understand
I've never been made of glass
a strike of the hand removes
the weight of the world---
he'll be my Atlas
just let go
I am honestly amazed at the beauty and the pure truth of the poems submitted. I wish I could have commented sooner. the poems bring tears to my eyes with raw repressions. congratulations to our winner, yet all these poems easily deserve the medal.
