Submissions by KitDaddi (Kit Jones)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have an Eclectic style of writing. Sometimes it may be hard to understand, because? I write like I talk. I'm also an empath so I write from the feelings and emotions as well as the Vibes of others. There is no infringement intended in my writings.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 6:27am
7th Feb 2020 6:27am
Collide
When two souls collide and an intimacy is formed that is beyond anything that the two could ever comprehend...there's a designated bond. A bond that neither time, distance nor anything else could ever divide. Our souls have collided. So I'll meet you somewhere between today and tomorrow in that little space between 11:59 and midnight. The place where you found me while I was looking for you. When our souls.....danced, for a minute of desire, want and TRUST. That's where I'll be...waiting. The flames, thay grow..the desire, oh so strong... the need, will never be satisfied......my thoughts?,...
#happiness
#love
#hope
#BDSM
#suffering
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 2:39am
1st Feb 2020 2:39am
FREE ME
I woke up this morning with the TASTE of YOU on my lips.
Your ESSENCE is driving my desires INSANE.
How will I get through today without being in YOUR presence?
The STRUGGLE, the PAIN I feel within my body can ONLY be silenced by YOUR voice. I NEED your comfort. I NEED you to quench the fire that YOU have ignited. Only YOU can soothe my SOUL. come to me BABY GURL and free your DOM.
~KitDaddi~
8/17/2018
Your ESSENCE is driving my desires INSANE.
How will I get through today without being in YOUR presence?
The STRUGGLE, the PAIN I feel within my body can ONLY be silenced by YOUR voice. I NEED your comfort. I NEED you to quench the fire that YOU have ignited. Only YOU can soothe my SOUL. come to me BABY GURL and free your DOM.
~KitDaddi~
8/17/2018
#love
#BDSM
#freedom
#LongDistanceRelationship
#suffering
696 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 2:32am
1st Feb 2020 2:32am
YOU are MY drug.
YOU? Are MY drug.
My dearest Submissive,
BABY GURL?
On days like today?
My heart CRIES out for you.
I miss the very essence of YOUR presence. I MISS the sound of your voice that calms my soul in a way that only YOU can.
I miss the way you ALLOW me to pamper you. I miss the way you look at ME when you know you're about to be PUNISHED.
Yes, I'm talking about the TWINKLE in your eye that you get when you desire for the punishment to BEGIN. And then? the relaxed content look that you have that follows.
I miss the way you POUT when you don't...
My dearest Submissive,
BABY GURL?
On days like today?
My heart CRIES out for you.
I miss the very essence of YOUR presence. I MISS the sound of your voice that calms my soul in a way that only YOU can.
I miss the way you ALLOW me to pamper you. I miss the way you look at ME when you know you're about to be PUNISHED.
Yes, I'm talking about the TWINKLE in your eye that you get when you desire for the punishment to BEGIN. And then? the relaxed content look that you have that follows.
I miss the way you POUT when you don't...
#sadness
#BDSM
#LongDistanceRelationship
#suffering
#IMissYou
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2020 3:03am
2nd Jan 2020 3:03am
Overcoming the Night
The darkness is ALL CONSUMING.
I see no light for my healing.
The fears, the tears that BURN my face
Is a manifestation of what I HATE.
Being alone with MY thoughts?
NO, I'd rather NOT.
Thay HAUNT me. Thay MAKE me scream.
My life? Is a nightmarish dream.
Wanting to DIE but to afraid.
In ashes upon my bed I lay.
As the NIGHT intensifies
Weeping and gnashing MUST
be tranguilized.
Self medication? A PRIORITY.
Alcohol and drugs?
THAT'S? Barbarity.
With the STRESS that this...
I see no light for my healing.
The fears, the tears that BURN my face
Is a manifestation of what I HATE.
Being alone with MY thoughts?
NO, I'd rather NOT.
Thay HAUNT me. Thay MAKE me scream.
My life? Is a nightmarish dream.
Wanting to DIE but to afraid.
In ashes upon my bed I lay.
As the NIGHT intensifies
Weeping and gnashing MUST
be tranguilized.
Self medication? A PRIORITY.
Alcohol and drugs?
THAT'S? Barbarity.
With the STRESS that this...
#anxiety
#depression
#strength
#courage
#death
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2020 3:00am
2nd Jan 2020 3:00am
A Place For Us.
There is a place for US
that NO one else can enter.
It's a place that holds no SECRETS,
only BEAUTY, peace AND understanding.
A place that we come to,
KNOWING we are ONE,
only to have our SOULS
fused together for ETERNITY.
Although? it may only last a MOMENT.
IN that moment, I know YOU;
every pore, every PULSE,
every thought, every FEAR.
And I LOVE YOU more.
I feel myself laid BARE before you,
and I feel CONTENT . . .
joyous that YOU are with ME,
loving me in my NAKEDNESS.
~KitDaddi~
12-18-2018
that NO one else can enter.
It's a place that holds no SECRETS,
only BEAUTY, peace AND understanding.
A place that we come to,
KNOWING we are ONE,
only to have our SOULS
fused together for ETERNITY.
Although? it may only last a MOMENT.
IN that moment, I know YOU;
every pore, every PULSE,
every thought, every FEAR.
And I LOVE YOU more.
I feel myself laid BARE before you,
and I feel CONTENT . . .
joyous that YOU are with ME,
loving me in my NAKEDNESS.
~KitDaddi~
12-18-2018
#lesbian
#BDSM
#LongDistanceRelationship
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
662 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2019 11:18pm
30th Dec 2019 11:18pm
Overcoming the Night
The darkness is ALL CONSUMING.
I see no light for my healing.
The fears, the tears that BURN my face
Is a manifestation of what I HATE.
Being alone with MY thoughts?
NO, I'd rather NOT.
Thay HAUNT me. Thay MAKE me scream.
My life? Is a nightmarish dream.
Wanting to DIE but to afraid.
In ashes upon my bed I lay.
As the NIGHT intensifies
Weeping and gnashing MUST
be tranguilized.
Self medication? A PRIORITY.
Alcohol and drugs?
THAT'S? Barbarity.
With the STRESS that this...
I see no light for my healing.
The fears, the tears that BURN my face
Is a manifestation of what I HATE.
Being alone with MY thoughts?
NO, I'd rather NOT.
Thay HAUNT me. Thay MAKE me scream.
My life? Is a nightmarish dream.
Wanting to DIE but to afraid.
In ashes upon my bed I lay.
As the NIGHT intensifies
Weeping and gnashing MUST
be tranguilized.
Self medication? A PRIORITY.
Alcohol and drugs?
THAT'S? Barbarity.
With the STRESS that this...
#myself
326 reads
2 Comments
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