Dominant Hand

Struck

I wear a mauve, silk shirt, with a pocket, with a pen.
My lungs are throbbing through it,
on your sacredness.
You, sat across the bar,
smoking a tall cigarette,
not knowing the gravity
of our meeting.

You stand.
I watch the catch and release of your snake-hips,
listen to the elocution, on that limber tongue
and bake myself asunder on the idea of crumbling
your bare, blue-painted toes.

This need to suspend you,
     to ascend you, to climb deep, down in the moist insides.
You, before me, quiver to the garden, mid-winter,
and there, you kneel before my feet - in the fen.
"Back, until you've finished counting to ten." The sensor light to the Public House no longer spots you, there.
I meet you, mirror your position and let you touch your lips to mine
however never engage.
"Let me in." It's barely a whisper.

I remove my shirt,
watch you
watch you need, and tremble, to touch what's there
with your tongue, with your fingers, with your teeth.
My nipple meets creases of your mouth, as I arch my back
but only a feel of the warmth as offering and then

it is removed. The heat is sucked from the space and it's bitter out here.
You look into my eyes, endeavour to undo a button on your dress, all softness and fear,
but I can't see it yet. No,
I can't unveil your innocence.
I place the rope around your wrists again and again and again. A sickness, a need swallowing me whole.
It's tight,
you're too jittery
to complain.
I lead you to the car park
in the filled, swollen dark.

The boot is covered in a blanket.
It smells like lavender, and sin.
You bow your head, with ever ounce of a swan's grace you lay your body out for me.
I shut the door, engulf this compulsion again,
drive - fast - the 1971 Ford Pinto
three miles
west
and for the infinite needs, for the passions, for the faith of your soul,
(because I had to)
I swallow you whole.

 

wanting Lips For Your Skin


Anticipating bumps greet my lips with salty sin
A caged angel in my dark grip heavily panting
Her skin my carousel of dripping nectar
Lacing my hungry pallet to her wanting

Every taste leaving a mark of her beauty
Seeping my warmth of love across her skin
Unfolding her desires along a skillful path
Unlocking secrets that were carefully hidden

Excavating lips peeling layers
Hot and moist mixing with desires
Inhaling greedy thoughts from her skin
Stirring the molten lust of fire

Gazing into parted eyes of please take me
I serve her desire with hardened urgency
Sunken within the depth of her wanting cries
She grips to my form as I hold her quivering thighs

Her surrender inviting swollen rage of steel
Rhythmic hard driving deliverance infused
Passion stroking her engorged desire
Heated moans of don’t stop opening her wider

Her eyes fade as she succumbs to me  
Back arching as if she is lifting away
Deep moans clutching at my deep existence
Heated explosion pulse the length of my ecstasy

Her nails carving pleasure from my chest
Dripping carnal pain feeding harder penetration
Throbbing desire caressed with her after shocks
Surfacing my hunger into intense ejaculation

Soft nails calming a beast from behind my neck
Pulling me in to serve as my soothing nest
Falling into the rising and falling of escaping lust
Deeply into the arms of ones loving trust

dancin in the dark ! extreme content !


So I'm drivin ‘cause I'm bored & for some reason the whole world sucks tonight. maybe I need a drink & music. maybe I need to goof on wasted people who pretend they're havin a good time...
I come to a club called Dancin inthe Dark, park in the lot & go in. kinda place plays dark ambient music, Lacrimosa, Nox Arcana, that kind. sit at the bar, corner, get a drink. I see you, long hair, short dress, talkin to some other babes. not just sexy.....dirty. yeah, real dirty.

your guy with the brown hair & azure eyes takes your hand, leads you to the dancefloor. the music's up tempo, but he grabs you close, runs his hands all over you like he's payin the rent. his hand on your dress where it's tight on your ass, it's like his fingers are pressin right into your crack. I look at your face & I see every fuckin woman who ever walked out on me.

other guys hit on you for a dance, pretty soon they're lined up, fuckin pigs wanting their paws all over you like you're up for a gangbang. in all this action, you notice me watching you. just watching. 15, 20 minutes later, you come over to me. slutty-like, you say 'don't you wanna dance with me?' I say no, you're a fuckin cunt. your angry eyes scream 'who the Fuck do you think you are!'

you say 'there's an alcove in the back. private. I wanna tell you somethin.' curiosity kicked my ass a few times, but I can never resist. we go back there, sit on a leatherette bench. 'you know I'm a bad girl,' you tell me. 'maybe you wanna spank me.' I say 'let's see.' you slip your dress off casual-like, & stand there in your garter belt, dark hose & heels. you get on your hands&knees along side me, your ass calling for brutal punishing.

I rub your creamy ass, circling. when I smack you hard, your o's tell me you're in ecstasy. so I beat your ass, beat it good. you moan & I get hard. I open my pants & my dick makes a jail break. you go down on me quick, fuck! you suck good! when I unload in your mouth, you grab my cock & let the cum spray under your eyes. angel with cum tears.

I straighten my pants & walk out, leaving you there, fingering yourself...

Domain.dom.   ! extreme content !

I want to slap her,
She kneels,

Hitting her face with my dick,
Playing with her lips by rubbing my dick on them.

Grab her by her hair,
And make my dick to explore the

Very deep of her throat.
Pushing it hard as I can.

I want to take her from behind,
But it does not turn me on anymore.

Just lye down on the back of your car,
All she naked, slap me on the face

And scratch my chest to make me in more rage,
Scream and cry, and i get more rage.

I will burn your pussy so bad you will feel my dick in there
For days, and i will enjoin to see you getting orgams while walking.

Grab her hair, i want to cum on your face, and you better beg for it.
Wasn't that what you did ask for slut.

Hold on i need to piss, and you know where.

Wow these are all great it's gonna be a tough one Taryn!!!

Here's a different slant!

Homework
Have you done your homework John?
Miss Rotherham wants to know
It should have been in yesterday
You’re being rather slow

But I’m sexually exhausted miss he said in airy fashion
I’m young, damn good looking and driven by my passion
He smirked about the classroom made grand gestures in the air
To expect me to do homework miss really isn’t fair
Miss Rotherham smiled sweetly made her own gestures grand
Sexual exhaustion John? Then please write with your other hand

bump anymore Dominant hands care to enter?

Bloodwork  !extreme content!


I'm feeling dangerous

Naughty

Wickedly decadent...

                   You've been warned

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I want my whips:
           The cat
                Mayhap,
           The bull

I want my knives:
            Scalpels
                Mayhap,
            Flechettes


Can you take what I've got to give?
                Tonight
Can You give what i need?
                    Make mE all right?

Let's begin
I'm hungry
For this
All night

I carve
      Intricate patterns
                    Delicately
                             Cross
                                  Your back
No breaks in your skin
Barely feel the trace
Of my knives
Gleaming
Steel
Leaving
Whispers in place

You moan as my breasts scrawl across tendered skin
Reddened from the passage of my
Razored edges upon
I lean upward
Rest my lips by your ear as I breathe
Ready, luv? You're so good
Ready now, Luv, bleed for me
Kissing you oh-so-tenderly as I gently glide
back along
sliding down
twixt your legs
Which you've spread

Wielding cat with a flick of my wrist
Over sensitized skin
I begin sensual work
Making blood
To the surface
Glow

Now, the glory
Of my artistry
Is truly evident
Tracery of crimson
Risen
Glistens in candlelight
Oh! You're gorgeous

And, I'm wet
Time to change the flow
Here we go...

You know what you want
What I want too
This night's getting darker now
Here you go

Flechettes pierce my shoulders
By my neck
Leaving tiny scarlet rivulets
     I can see your thirst
I've released the beast
Unleashed it all
     Feral, you pin me down
Pushing wide my legs
Latching onto the flow
Biting into me
And
Thrusting deep lodging tightly

I'm struggling under you
Not quite ready though I'm soaking
Need time to adjust
You're not giving it to me
(well, you are, oh, you are and you are)
Growling now as you suck and shove deeper in
I am filled with you and you're stretching me


Now, I'm screaming as you shaft me reaming deeply again and again

Sucking
Biting

Convulsing round you

You move your mouth
Look down upon me
Vermilion painting your lips
Say
You ready?
We've just begun
        Get ready to beg...



Audio: http://youtu.be/VWegBWlRbLQ

master of dampness !extreme content!


master of dampness  
Can you master me?  
 
What about him (the big M otherwise known as JT)? Could he?  
 
One plus one plus Mmm yes, that makes three...  
 
Can the two together do me completely?  
 
In bed  
On the sheets  
Spreadeagle I'm tied  
 
One on top  
Other bottom  
Ooo baby, that's fine  
 
How 'bout in the chair  
Astraddle the first  
Second buried deep  
Snugged up behind  
Caressing curves so luscious and round  
 
I like on the floor  
On hands and knees  
One buried silken shaft stroking  
Other cock in my mouth, hands in my hair  
Both making it rock  
 
Is it warm in here? Well, I'm definitely hot.  
 
Master me?  
Careful  
I'm a switch  
 
Told you that...  
 
Master of dampness  
I tell you what I'd like to see  
 
one of you  
In the other  
The one in the middle  
Buried in Me  
 
him fucking him  
And him fucking Me  
 
Now we're getting started with what I'd like to see  
 
Hmpf!  
master of dampness, mastering Me?  
 
Let Me get my whip  
Now boys, kneel before Me  
I'll tell you what  
I'll whip for a while  
Whew! getting hot? I am  
 
So you'll please Me  
Just as I desire  
 
Manacles  
Shackles  
Butt plugs  
Oil  
 
If you're good  
I'll let you touch  
If not  
Trussed you'll remain  
To watch Me pleasure Myself  
 
master of dampness, mastering Me?  
 
Think again  
Warned you once  
'bout how I like to play


Audio: http://youtu.be/PE6qNGIm29A

hate to love her
 
I was pissed and she was pissed off
Neither of us gave a shit what the other was feeling
It was more important to be right  
 
We'll just talk, is what she said  
Fuck that  
 
Soon as I saw her walk in

in a skirt  

I knew where the conversation was going to start  

and end  
 
I pushed her towards the couch  
from behind  
She tried to turn around
Too late
 
Her skirt was hiked to her waist
Panties to her knees  
I kneeled to kiss her round full ass  
Buried my mouth over her swollen lips
She mocked protest  
 
I could hear her staccato panting, You asshole
 
Then when my tongue slipped inside her and over her tip,
Oh Papi  
 
melting  
 
But I wouldn't let her finish
Grabbed her by her hair  
And reined her in face first  
to my throbbing indignation  
I wanted her to choke on it  
Strangle her very thoughts of isolating me  
to a forgotten chamber  
 
She hated to love this feeling
But loved to hate orchestrated routine
 
She gagged with tears but I kept thrusting
Barely letting her breathe
Her hair, a prize fighter's tape wrapped round my hand
commanding her motion  
 
With the other I spanked her
Releasing muted screams
Strawberries trapped in caramel, the varnish of her skin  
 
She hated to love
But loved to hate  
 
I fingered the channel my tongue had glided upon
It was an arroyo now
And she was biting my inner thigh  
 
I jerked her head hard
Tearing my own flesh  
 
I need to bathe in her waters
Fuck bathe  
Drown me
I want to suffocate  
 
She's straddling my portals of comprehension
Deconstructing gravity for evaporation of my membrane  
My arms coiled and locked over thighs
to choke me with the source of those waters
I'm kicking violently  
Damn near pass out  

But I endure
Until she collapses first
And then I mount her from behind
Using her hair reins again
My cock going the wrong way
On a one way street

Until she yells those three magic words

Fuck you Papi

because I love to hate
And hate to love  
 

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/212496-midnight-drive/ An old one that might fit in here.

Midnight Drive

COMMERCIAL FREE, boasts the radio commercial
as I look over to your side of the car.
My hands are dancing a nervous dance on the steering wheel,
palms glistening,
fingers tapping an uncertain leather ballet.
I give you that look,
the one I know you secretly love.  
You flash me a smirk.
We've talked about this.  
 
I love driving, and I want to drive
you.
Not that I don't love singing  
out the window while you speed  
and the wind whips at my face -
I do.
But now it's my turn to show you
the way I move the wheel.
 
The nerves are on holiday. I click the car lights off.  
Our eyes kiss in the dark
just before we do.
 
Your old habits, as I expected, are dying hard -
your fingers crawl up to grab me.
Wrong move.
One of my sweaty hands hits the glovebox;
the other, your shoulder,
shoving you back into the seat.
I'm leaning
into the kiss,  
making it mine.
My throat's rumbling;
yours is leaking smoke.
 
Half an hour later, I brought you home
smelling like burnt rubber.
My hands did more of the work
than anything else, really.
 
They're going to hold onto the keys for a while.
 

the mechanic

got the call about 10 pm

Not a booty call
Dead battery call

Babe my car died at the garage at work
The attendant says it's my battery
It won't start even with jumper cables
she tells me

Take my last shot of Jacks
And last drag of the joint I'd been smoking

25 minute drive one way to the 24 hour Walmart
new battery
old car
55 minutes the other way to her job

I want to be mad with her when I get there
And I am
The Mets had just sent the game into extra innings

I get there wearing my jeans, work boots, white wife beater and a

You-called-Me-for-this-shit Attitude

She's wearing that skirt
Yeah that one
The one I hate to love her ass in
The one that I see all the construction guys check her out in
when I drop her off for work

It's a quick swap
The dead for the living
but the connection heads need changing too

We drive to my cousin's shop
I've got a key because I work on my bike there

Again, it's a quick swap
The dead for the living
Resurrection

But now it's time to tithe

I call her over to the work desk
Glide behind her
And start cuffing her wrists to the arms of the chair in front of her with electrical tape
First the left
Then the right

What are you doing?

Shut the fuck up

But I know her and that mouth
So I wad up more tape into a ball
Jam it in
And secure it with another piece

her eyes are watering

Stop being a baby
I tell her as I hike up her skirt

I see your wearing your big girl panties

For her that meant no panties

I get some light chains hanging from the side of the shop
Tie them in a figure eight around her ankles
shoulder width apart and
Around the legs of the chair
Tight

So tight that when I step between her legs onto the chains
It forces her knees to buckle
Rocking that bubble ass of hers onto me

Shut the fuck up

Stop being a baby

I grab two big clamps off the desk
The kind for holding work orders or invoices
Rip open her blouse and bra
Clamp one on her left tit
Then right

I disappear into the dark for a moment
Step back into the light with a car battery
already with cables on it

The cable's long enough for me
to make a noose of it around her neck
The connectors dangling between her breasts

Shut the fuck up

Stop being a baby

I've got the munchies now
and instinctively I drop to my knees
putting my weight on the chains between her legs
forcing her pussy down my throat
with my arms coiled around her thighs

She's buckling from my weight and the sensation
But scared to move
as the motion might send a connector right towards her clamped nipples

I stand up and take off my cowboy belt
Lash it across her ass
until it's  pink
Like when you suck on a grape Blowpop
the sweet chewy part comes after licking the tasty dark veneer

Her gagged moans make me
A rock

I use the cables around her neck as reins
And pump deep inside her unmercifully
She's squirting all over the chains below
Her quivering knees making them rattle

I stop to catch my breathe
Didn't give a shit about hers
Reach over her shoulders from behind
And brush the connectors over her clamped nipples

Shut the fuck up

Stop being a baby

Just as it seems she will surely pass out
I prop her up
With my cock in her ass
Slow at first
so she can find the rhythm

And just when we were in sync
And I'm about to explode
I reach over her shoulders from behind
Brush her clamped nipples
Moving the living a step closer
to facing the dead

We both collapse to the floor

When I finally catch my breath
I sit up and ask her

Is this why you don't join triple A

She looks over and simply nods

Yes