Submissions by EarthMuffin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a woman on the edge, a little lost but mostly hungry for life.
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2017 8:45am
25th Feb 2017 8:45am
Delight
Delight
I have dipped into a darkness
I did not know I possessed.
I crave not the gentle hand
Of a careful lover,
But the brutal raw rage of a man's lust for my
Tender flesh.
There are no rose petals here,
Just thorns and chains and leather…
Yes, leather.
I care not for sweet nothings whispered in silk sheets,
Rather the sound of whips, the sting and burn
Of a dark love that juices my ripe and wanting fruit.
Imprint the marks of this night
On my flesh for weeks to come
So I may delight in the shivery memory. ...
I have dipped into a darkness
I did not know I possessed.
I crave not the gentle hand
Of a careful lover,
But the brutal raw rage of a man's lust for my
Tender flesh.
There are no rose petals here,
Just thorns and chains and leather…
Yes, leather.
I care not for sweet nothings whispered in silk sheets,
Rather the sound of whips, the sting and burn
Of a dark love that juices my ripe and wanting fruit.
Imprint the marks of this night
On my flesh for weeks to come
So I may delight in the shivery memory. ...
784 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Feb 2017 4:54pm
4th Feb 2017 4:54pm
Creater
Creater
There is no deeper darkness
Than this crater of missing you.
Set free by your tongue and touch,
Shackles fell as you bound my wrists.
The heat and sting, the trained hands
Of your Masterful way
Haunt me in my dreams as I reach out
To touch your heart.
I am now lost in a sea of madness
Looking for the ties that bind,
The wax that burns, the clips that sting...
I am swallowed
Whole
Into the abyss of my broken mind.
I wait, kneeling in hopeful anticipation
Of your voice calling to me... ...
There is no deeper darkness
Than this crater of missing you.
Set free by your tongue and touch,
Shackles fell as you bound my wrists.
The heat and sting, the trained hands
Of your Masterful way
Haunt me in my dreams as I reach out
To touch your heart.
I am now lost in a sea of madness
Looking for the ties that bind,
The wax that burns, the clips that sting...
I am swallowed
Whole
Into the abyss of my broken mind.
I wait, kneeling in hopeful anticipation
Of your voice calling to me... ...
755 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2016 2:23am
21st Dec 2016 2:23am
Trepidation
Trepidation
The smell of your lust comes
Before you do.
I am a gallon of dreams waiting
To explode all over these
Twisted bed sheets.
Hands seek flesh, lips seek skin and moisture
Delving deep like divers in the Adriatic.
I unfurl my petals in a mist of paradise heat.
You reach for the ripest mango, juicy
And full of sin.
I get lost in the wave of your tongue,
Learning to speak to gods I did not know..
12-20-16
The smell of your lust comes
Before you do.
I am a gallon of dreams waiting
To explode all over these
Twisted bed sheets.
Hands seek flesh, lips seek skin and moisture
Delving deep like divers in the Adriatic.
I unfurl my petals in a mist of paradise heat.
You reach for the ripest mango, juicy
And full of sin.
I get lost in the wave of your tongue,
Learning to speak to gods I did not know..
12-20-16
961 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Nov 2016 5:31pm
29th Nov 2016 5:31pm
In Lilith’s Garden
There are pieces
Broken and shattered that get swept
Under the rug.
My rug,
Downy coat I was forced to wear as a young girl.
I came to God naked, like Eve
And felt the betrayal of a covering, a sin I did not entice or call upon.
Cast from my Garden of youth,
I felt the wolves gather at the scent of fresh blood.
Bleeding, changing, budding…
Boys became men and men wanted my untasted fruit.
No shelter could protect me, my blooming flower betraying my intent.
I became Lilith, offering her fruit to the lips of man,
Starving men, for the...
Broken and shattered that get swept
Under the rug.
My rug,
Downy coat I was forced to wear as a young girl.
I came to God naked, like Eve
And felt the betrayal of a covering, a sin I did not entice or call upon.
Cast from my Garden of youth,
I felt the wolves gather at the scent of fresh blood.
Bleeding, changing, budding…
Boys became men and men wanted my untasted fruit.
No shelter could protect me, my blooming flower betraying my intent.
I became Lilith, offering her fruit to the lips of man,
Starving men, for the...
908 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Nov 2016 00:30am
20th Nov 2016 00:30am
Slip of the Lip
Slip of the lip
Brushed against mine.
Coffee can mean so much more.
Let us laugh, darling
Over kids and school, men and work…
We both know why we are here.
That deep ache to be touched deeply
Like no mans hands can do.
This take a womans touch,
Sliding across nipple and clit,
Down into the heart of a womans soul.
That wet, sloppy love,
Filled with toys, tenderness and touch.
I do not miss the masculine thrust of hips
When I lean in and suckle your breast.
My tongue aches for your sweet taste,
Lips to lip to clit to cum...
Brushed against mine.
Coffee can mean so much more.
Let us laugh, darling
Over kids and school, men and work…
We both know why we are here.
That deep ache to be touched deeply
Like no mans hands can do.
This take a womans touch,
Sliding across nipple and clit,
Down into the heart of a womans soul.
That wet, sloppy love,
Filled with toys, tenderness and touch.
I do not miss the masculine thrust of hips
When I lean in and suckle your breast.
My tongue aches for your sweet taste,
Lips to lip to clit to cum...
847 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Nov 2016 7:02pm
18th Nov 2016 7:02pm
Collared
Collared
It’s not love, not the kind you think of
When you see hand holding in movies.
Master, he respects me as I continue to submit,
Continue to bend, for him, with him.
Paddles, whips, belts, clamps..all to remind me
How devious my heart can be when I say
I love you.
Love is pain, it burns through your being,
Destroys who you are meant to be.
I am free of love.
I can truly love,
Love myself
And be
A grateful slave to the man
Who broke me a-way from the lie.
It’s not love, not the kind you think of
When you see hand holding in movies.
Master, he respects me as I continue to submit,
Continue to bend, for him, with him.
Paddles, whips, belts, clamps..all to remind me
How devious my heart can be when I say
I love you.
Love is pain, it burns through your being,
Destroys who you are meant to be.
I am free of love.
I can truly love,
Love myself
And be
A grateful slave to the man
Who broke me a-way from the lie.
1136 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Nov 2016 10:30pm
17th Nov 2016 10:30pm
Turning My Moon Red
Tender and upright..
I crave the slap and burn of your love.
This worship, devotion of my full moon
Drives me to the brink of flooding the bed.
Echoes, that hollow hand sound rings
My bell everytime.
Turning this ivory moon
Pink by a wink of your delicious grin,
I listen with fear and wet anticipation
For the leather whisper pulled from your pant loops
Ive been a very bad girl today.
Daddy, make the moon as red as the summer dawn
I crave the slap and burn of your love.
This worship, devotion of my full moon
Drives me to the brink of flooding the bed.
Echoes, that hollow hand sound rings
My bell everytime.
Turning this ivory moon
Pink by a wink of your delicious grin,
I listen with fear and wet anticipation
For the leather whisper pulled from your pant loops
Ive been a very bad girl today.
Daddy, make the moon as red as the summer dawn
718 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 6:19pm
15th Nov 2016 6:19pm
The Love of Your Life
Forever, love.
That tempting treat
Laid blissfully upon the heart
When eyes meet and smile…
It’s a lie, for me. Don’t be fooled
By my smirky grin and lip biting mouth.
This tongue cuts as well
As teases the soul to cough you up
At my cold feet.
Chasing hungry rabbits in a field of foxes,
I will call your name and you will come
Willingly.
I am dangerous, I want your undying devotion
And offer little more than a 10 minute
Heart job in your backseat of deepest dreams.
But dare to play the game
And you will leave with scars
That...
That tempting treat
Laid blissfully upon the heart
When eyes meet and smile…
It’s a lie, for me. Don’t be fooled
By my smirky grin and lip biting mouth.
This tongue cuts as well
As teases the soul to cough you up
At my cold feet.
Chasing hungry rabbits in a field of foxes,
I will call your name and you will come
Willingly.
I am dangerous, I want your undying devotion
And offer little more than a 10 minute
Heart job in your backseat of deepest dreams.
But dare to play the game
And you will leave with scars
That...
776 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Nov 2016 9:26pm
14th Nov 2016 9:26pm
Hunting Butterflies
Hunting Butterflies
She looks so beautiful
with painted pain and smoky eyes.
she has died inside years ago
and I am left wondering
about the blossom of this beauties youth.
Her hands, magic in my lap
don’t hesitate in their dance.
I am all butterflies, she is still and quiet,
moving, moving, moving
her tenured fingers up and down.
A ten dollar date, no roses needed.
Her beautiful pain creased in a smile
as she slips out my car, back to the night
hunting more butterflies.
She looks so beautiful
with painted pain and smoky eyes.
she has died inside years ago
and I am left wondering
about the blossom of this beauties youth.
Her hands, magic in my lap
don’t hesitate in their dance.
I am all butterflies, she is still and quiet,
moving, moving, moving
her tenured fingers up and down.
A ten dollar date, no roses needed.
Her beautiful pain creased in a smile
as she slips out my car, back to the night
hunting more butterflies.
766 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2016 9:24pm
14th Nov 2016 9:24pm
Kisses
Kisses
Come, touch my bones,
turn these dusty cells into
living
breathing flames.
Held captive in my own head, a jail
that wounds as much as it restricts,
I fell deeper into my own death
willing the devil to send my parched body
to the cellar of dark souls.
I am damp inside, rotting away without
loveliness.
Blow me a kiss with your calm, open hand
that I may feel your healing breath on my heart.
Come, touch my bones,
turn these dusty cells into
living
breathing flames.
Held captive in my own head, a jail
that wounds as much as it restricts,
I fell deeper into my own death
willing the devil to send my parched body
to the cellar of dark souls.
I am damp inside, rotting away without
loveliness.
Blow me a kiss with your calm, open hand
that I may feel your healing breath on my heart.
649 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Nov 2016 3:15pm
12th Nov 2016 3:15pm
Master's Touch
Slipping out of darkness,
How desperate my nights have become,
holding onto stardust
waiting for the world to end.
Please take your gaze from me,
the pity turns my soul to dust and ashes.
Hobbled by so much decay,
fragments slip through my lifeless fingers,
falling snowflakes in Autumns wind.
I had chosen my casket when you shone the light in my face.
“Here I am!” I cried.
There, like a hand from God, your strength brought me to the surface.
Following your light I became free,
shedding the snake skin of lies
and delving into the hope of...
How desperate my nights have become,
holding onto stardust
waiting for the world to end.
Please take your gaze from me,
the pity turns my soul to dust and ashes.
Hobbled by so much decay,
fragments slip through my lifeless fingers,
falling snowflakes in Autumns wind.
I had chosen my casket when you shone the light in my face.
“Here I am!” I cried.
There, like a hand from God, your strength brought me to the surface.
Following your light I became free,
shedding the snake skin of lies
and delving into the hope of...
742 reads
4 Comments
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