Dark Erotic Bliss

AS I KNEEL

As I kneel before my King

I acknowledge he is my master

He has made me his Queen

I am his chosen one


In return, my total devotion

In return, my body and my will

To serve him well, in every way

To do his bidding, every day


I serve my master as his asks

It is not mine to question that

When he walks into the room

Before him I kneel, a sign of submission


I do this of my own free will

For the King is my true love

I am honoured to be his Queen

He treats me kindly, loves me a lot


Tonight I will demonstrate to my King

How much I respect him and his ritual ways

That his Magic and Mighty Kingdom I do obey

For tonight the Kingdom will finally see their Queen


In a Holy Spot in the Enchanted Place

There is a rock, an Altar they say

Covered with velvet, wool and silk

We will have sacred sex in front of our subjects

This is an ancient practice

In many prior cultures

To honour the Goddess

To honour the crops

If I conceive on this Full Moon Night

The child will be blessed and upright

The child will be the next ruler

Of my King's hereditary Dynasty.

Written by Pibeseth (somelikeithot)    
Published 11th May 2012 8:23pm  
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

Execute

The pain was in full motion.  
Clavicles opened up below creases,  
the blood flowed from the wounds  
a river through my abdominal core.  
 
You licked the blade clean.  
 
You pulled me close; skin to skin  
your lips crawled the length of my face,  
and with silky voice  
a bomb exploded-  
 
Do you want me to kill you?  
 
Say the word, Slave.  
 
Silence, in amongst the violence  
your eyes playing dischorded tunes  
with the strings of my DNA
 
skin prickled as the blood pumped  
through twin ventricles,  
your hand grasping my throat  
as the blade pressed into my skin.  
 
Say the word, Slave.  
 
The sharp needle of the metal point  
stitched answers into my neck;
for a second I became child like  
reminiscing daisies, sunshine
forming shapes with the clouds,  
I floated back to the present  
on those windfall petals.  
 
Say the word, Slave.  
 
A solitary tear left my eye-  
"I would die for you Sir.  
I would die for you."
 
As you released the pressure  
of constricted breath,  
I swore I saw Lucifer in your sight.  
You smiled. Exhilarated.  
The candles flickered as you left,  
 
and I screamed and screamed  
into the unforgiving night.  

Spoiling The Child

Her body is a tantrum tonight;

a fit of limbs
in the absence
of disciplined hands.
Amiss, without sound
or solace of hold

chests heave
with the scream
of demand. No
hush of sweet coercion
to quiet frustrations.

Fundaments
ache for correction;
Poised direction
in the fleshed etiquette
of being his oh so
good girl.

Her body is a tantrum tonight
and she wants her Daddy.

Ode of The Terrible Tiger Tamer


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like me always said…no need for dread
yet dis ting…dis is a varied ting
where every ting can be all right
see most my chics… dey get @ it better through the night
though some feign resistance while others want fight
but here on dis street we do more than fly kite
we do tricks for kicks wit me trained pit dyke
make me smile little while when dey do what eye like

and if we find dey action is a bit too slow
we add some more rope; take ‘em back down below
den we place ‘em inda barn where the big cock crow
where we tighten up dey ropes; have dem say “Oh No”
see playing dis game; we bind ‘em up good
emphasize its wise to do what dey should
if dey fail to see dat reason in what we say
we tighten up dey rope ‘till dey see it our way

see some call me Devil, some call me King
all dem little girl know eye know about pain
me know about dey fear how it drive dem insane
how my whip eclipse any thought about game
hear the sound of da crack means a tiger got maimed
and dem who don’t please; dem get tossed, not claimed

dere’s a whole lot worst den tied up & scarred
nuttin go easy; dat’s da way we stay hard
best be my friend dan play dat last card
get removed from da deck
wit no life left to guard










..

photo: Joseph W Carey

Venom...............




The spectators rave and jeer...........
"Do it, do it.  Pound her flesh, master
Fuck her to death-have no fear"

.....and in the haze, my adrenaline rages
through my veins
I am the master and there
is no mortal or immortal pussy that I cannot tame

This big, black cat may have freely roamed
but now she's met her match
Lesser men may have fallen to her
but today she is the master's prized catch

Yes, I hover over her sinewy, sleek body
My hand planted firmly around her neck
I lift her up from the killing floor
The crowd roars; not knowing what to expect

Voyeurs look forward to her submission
For this I need no collar or leash at all
For a moment, my lips hungrily envelope her lips
before I slam her listless body against the chamber walls

For I possess a beautiful,dark secret
My steely serpent is truly what she craves
And he holds an omnipotent sensual venom
The only thing that will quell her wanton rage

The cloth of my loins falls silently to the floor
My mighty cobra springs forth amidst the crowds massive roar
Stealthily, his presence presses open her wet pussy hole
Deftly, ready to strike.  To steal her very soul

.......and I take you with firm, deep, deliberate thrust
head thrown back, body tenses-curse if you must
With each recoil, comes a deeper, greater heat
Inside, her pussy is expanded by my throbbing, thick, blood-engorged meat

She grips my hips as I deeply fill her wet, creamy walls
A massive strike awaits her
I feel the tightening of my turgid balls

Slapping loudly against her ass cheeks
No longer able to speak
Her toes strain against her exploding pleasure
She begins to sense my venomous release  

which starts so warm and familiar
spurting deep inside her womb
she begins to loose all sense of space and time
She feels a certain, almost impending doom

As my dick fills her;  growing ever larger
She feels my fire deep inside
My all consuming venom grows even hotter
Our bodies together melt; we slip, we slide

Overflowing, our juices spill to the floor
My venom converts her wanton soul
Overflowing her sensual, dark, cat-like body
I, the hunter now take complete control

It seems to all that is what you wanted baby
Your body rest, impaled upon my massive shaft
You take my face into your soft hands
You kiss me-you utter a gentle laugh

We collapse into oneness
Two animals completely spent
My serpent having released his venom
That release for us both is heaven sent

The spectators long for the thrill of victory
but you and I both know in our minds
that we both win this battle
Uniquely, two-of-a-kind  

i think thats a winner right there ^

Perversion

Swirls of darkness
a glitter of steel
a plunge and a thrust
rendered me still
looking up staring
at a pair of eyes
devoid of caring
 
Beautiful cherubic face
Envy of beauty queens and angels
Beauty without a soul
nothing on the surface
just a handsome cowl
Just an emptiness
 
He undresses fast
and kneels
Numb with pain I wonder
as he made the sign
of the Almighty,
He touches my face
whispers
'In your name, Father,
and of your Son
and of the Holy Spirit'  
 
Undressed, I shiver with the cold
and perverse pleasure
as he suckles my breasts
whispering, 'I drink of thee
the milk and libidinal
dew of the gods'
 
He kisses my vagina
and starts to lick and lap
Furiously sucking me  
he says 'I partake of thee,  
seeds meant for birth
sweet ambrosia'
 
Plunged his erection
Into my depths
and with shaky breaths
whispers, 'I sheath
my sword on thee,
thou art my scabbard'
 
He roars when he come
Glaring into the black sky
His semen stickily warm
between my shivering thighs
"It is done, my liege
I absolve this whore'
 
He kisses my lips
Tenderly breaths
and whispers
'I take thine soul
In to mine, my wife, my dear  
together we shall soar'
 
He kneels for the longest time
Waiting for all my life-blood to run
Out of the stab on my back
that he had lovingly inflicted
He holds my hands
As I struggled against the darkness
 
Sirens, rotating colours
gunshots
darkness  
waking up in the hospital bed
I wondered
if he soared away in the end  

kriticool said:


Ode of The Terrible Tiger Tamer





like me always said…no need for dread
yet dis ting…dis is a varied ting
where every ting can be all right
see most my chics… dey get @ it better through the night
though some feign resistance while others want fight
but here on dis street we do more than fly kite
we do tricks for kicks wit me trained pit dyke
make me smile little bit when dey do what eye like

and if we find dey action is a bit too slow
we add some more rope; take ‘em back down low
den we place ‘em inda barn where the big cock crow
where we tighten up dey ropes; have dem say “Oh No”
see playing dis game; we bind ‘em up good
emphasize its wise to do what dey should
if they fail to see dat reason in what we say
we tighten up dey rope ‘till dey see it our way

see some call me Devil, some call me King
all dem little girl know eye know about pain
me know about dey fear how it drive dem insane
how my whips eclipse any thought about game
hear the sound of da crack means a tiger got maimed
and dem who don’t please; dem get tossed not claimed

there’s a whole lot worst den tied up & scarred
nuttin go easy; dat’s da way we stay hard
best be my friend den play dat last card
get removed from da deck
wit no life left to guard










..

photo: Joseph W Carey


hawtness!

She wants me to write erotica

she wants me to write erotica
a whiff of kink in carnal hue
unblemished yet slutty
maybe even something good

she commands hordes,
of mindless slaves; to her allure
the mistress of broken hearts
armed with whip, chains
and other immoral things
radiating lust so pure
it ensnares without a glance
my merciless significant other
there's no other I would suffer

her caramel skin calls to me
hungry and angry - I leave her so
her velvet touch reverberates through me
crashing waves of emotions against her shell
cradling me ever so gently in her bust
legs locked behind, as if to pose
the heart stealer knows her art
and just as fluidly as she takes 'my part'
I am flayed by her will

I can see, helplessly still
she despoils me when she pleases
and ignores me when she done
already calling to the next one in line
gagging and fucking whole yards of nine
collecting urges and flattery alike
how could I have loved her in spite?
her subtle molds and tighter holes held me
her thoughts bereaved me, and I was bereft

she does not notice me
I do not care
I chase her around
even strip for her, bare
I want her, only for once
to recognize me for me
rather than take me for granted
like another fuck buddy
wishful thinking? absolutely

she wanted me to write erotica
a dash of pain with sex ridden lies
anal-cunt derived as orgies thrived
all alone, inside her mind.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/92329.jpg

           only the whores will mourn me


don’t bring me the face of innocence
purity & pigtails
needing a light kiss & tender caress

if your face is bold in my gaze
I will slap it
your hair in the gauntlet of my grip

your mascara’d tears will run like
black liquid sorrow
pooling as honey on your lips

the fire in my eyes will
prophesize your demise
in my chamber, there are no doors, no windows

strip away your denim & lace
my Jezebel remains naked
my chains & your pain will define you

faithless & fallen woman, sprawl on my bed
your flesh is my fantasy
I will taste the submission of your curves & hollows

my sex is violent & enthralling
your screams will delight me
the crack of your orgasm, a gift from Gehenna


when the devil beckons me
on a thundering night
the whores will drop roses on my funeral pyre

Damn that is a hot picture. Thanks for sharing. I havent read the poem yet but surely will

Fantastic Reality




They say you shouldn't- yet you find it in your kinky thoughts
    anyway...
Flitting back to fantasy- You are after something dirty-but what
    it is, you never say.
I stand for you to appraise; wearing sexy little scraps you got-
    little else left to expose...
Waiting, impatiently, to begin- touch & feel &kiss & lick-  
    from heads to toes.
You take the liberty of positioning me- ass in the air, knees
    spread.... Silk blindfold the finishing touch...
Stroking, sliding, I feel your hands and mouth- the sleazy,
    slutty sensations may prove to be too much.
Your hands travel- familiar and known- wrapping your hands,oh so
    lovingly.... around my throat...
Pulling me against you, kissing me hard, my sight taken so my
    senses are fuzzy and I feel like I'm afloat.
Tease, push, pull, swab, lick, feel, taste, hear, taunt, and
    torture me...
Open me, close me, bend, twist, take, and shove me- 'till you
    lose control on my wanting pussy.
You whimper and moan- I know its cumming, your jiz hot and
    sticky in my wanting cunt...
MMMMM, another cum soaked night... yet the mask detours me from
    seeing your lusty wants.
You cover my mouth- hand clasped too tightly- lips held close to
    my ear...
Scared cuz I can't see- but I hear sneaky sounds that quickly
    stoke my fear.
You taunt me, "I already came in your gash- now you'll get even
    even more...
Covering my protests and saying, "Be good for me, You dirty
    little whore."
The slick silkiness hides you from view, but I hear you and feel
    your desire too...
Your tuch is too far away to feel, but your words reach me...
    Simply... "I dare you."
Breath brushes my face, then a set of hands then, yet another
    and yet another, still... many more hands...
Coming from all directions- rubbing, tugging, scraping, pushing,
    smacking,leaving bruises like fiery little brands.
Plunge after deep plunge, stroke after long, hard stroke they
    devourmy slick chasm that you so willingly gave...
Each in turn, penetratingmy dripping hole as if I were each
    ones personal sex slave.
With vivid instruction from you- they learn just how you get to
    fuck me...
"Harder, faster, deeper, slower, grap her, push her." I hear your
    lust and desire- but sadly, I'm not able to see.
My slit is filled, fucked to submission by thrust after thrust
    from cock after hard throbbing cock...
All the while hearing you pant harder and faster as my body is
    taken, my pussy used to fuck.
My cunt is abused - slammed over and over, hour after hour-
    all with your blessing...
All heat, and sex, and lust, and want and wet... No kissing or
    touching..except smacking... surely no caressing.
One steps aside to make toom for another to fill the gap left
    between my quavering legs...
Nearly hearing- not quite sure, what sounds like plea...rod
    in hand he whimpers and begs.
The last shaft slips in, fucks hard and deep, overflowing my
    tunnel in no time at all...
One after each, beaten dicks, done abusing my sloppy,dirty
    cunt, leaving me still bound, like a tortured sex doll.
Unseeing through the silk, almost subdued, I feel you
    shift position...
You are reliving, remembering, relishing what was given and
    taken with out my permission.
A hand on my thigh -you- your touch, I know..sure, strong,
    loving, all very telling...
I feel you hover above me, feel your hands, eyes, and mouth
    roam... as you assess the swelling.
After lavishing my beaten body with praise, you lick my clit
    and tenderly kiss my gaping stretched hole...
I can hear your muffled moans as you explore the damage.. as
    that seems to be the end goal.
The evidence of the dirty little slut I am drips over my ass
    swollen twat...
Making my gash wet again as I recallthe way you let them use and
    abuse my my sex in ways I'd never thought.
The smell of cum, wetness, fucking, and taking, will certainly
    hang in the air and surely linger...
I can taste it when you kiss me- feel you begin sliding over my
    slick swollenness...Over it, then in. one finger.
My slash, full of spunk that drips and runs as you force me open
    with your pole..once more invading my sex... yet again...
You say," I was the first to fuck you and I'll also have you
    last..." with that you slide fully in.
Kissing my face, stroking my tattered body, filling me too full-
    the silk slides to the waiting floor...
I used to see lust and desire when you looked at me- you
    couldn't love a sleazy whore- but it is more intense than
    before.
Firmly you hold me to you as you fully enter to the hilt... so
    damn hard and deep
Whisper to me, " you are mine now and forever...This slutty
    little whore is mine to keep"
A moan, a whimper, a sigh escapes as you lose control and
    overfill me even more...
Flowing like a geiser from my chasm- quiveringenough to make the
    con"cock"tion of cum from all those rods pour.
We cum together making your shaft slick with the conclusion of
    our sleazy,slutty, dirty, naughty night of play...
Too spent and used to move, breath coming too hard and fast..
    we cuddle up close to lay.
First time doing sometning we'd only ventured to think about and
    and whisper to each other before...
Its no longer fantasy- but vivid memeory- of being shared- being
    your dirty sleazy, trashy, slutty whore.
I feel your love as you kiss my throat from the inside, our
    fingers entwined my head resting on your chest...
Just as i relax and start to drift away to exhausted sleep...I
    hear clearly, you whisper," Thanks Do-Bro...
                                   I love you DoBro..
                                        most bestest"
   































 

Some poetry described as erotic is not erotic; it is pornographic a separate art form to which I have no objection. To write good erotic poetry is not as easy as some seem to believe.The love poem is erotic 'though arousing less overt physical reaction.Ask why we use erotic and not cupidic (I do not know the answer) Both Eros and Cupid are male, and interesting characters both honour woman kind,cruelly  S7M are not part of this art form