Submissions by Nipplegrinder_
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poems that lean towards the erotic. I often write about BDSM.
Through The Windchime
On the days I wonder
if the chimes were your breath
through the strings
the last vibration
of your call
to me
Through the windchime
Had you called to me
as I slumbered
have I slept beyond the whisper
Do you still hearken me
I listen with ear to earth
Feel the forest floor for your footfalls
Sit in rapt silence
to catch your song
Are you listening to mine?
if the chimes were your breath
through the strings
the last vibration
of your call
to me
Through the windchime
Had you called to me
as I slumbered
have I slept beyond the whisper
Do you still hearken me
I listen with ear to earth
Feel the forest floor for your footfalls
Sit in rapt silence
to catch your song
Are you listening to mine?
#love
#hope
#faith
#strength
#courage
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Where The Quiet Wind
Where the quiet wind rests
In respite
Quenched
Where the quiet wind traverse
Blessing
Where the quiet wind
In dreams
Deepest rest upon
Clouds of luxuriant textures
Where the quiet wind watches
Gales and whirlwinds
Maelstrom
Where the quiet wind blows
Sated lovers whisper words of cherish
Into the resounding night
In respite
Quenched
Where the quiet wind traverse
Blessing
Where the quiet wind
In dreams
Deepest rest upon
Clouds of luxuriant textures
Where the quiet wind watches
Gales and whirlwinds
Maelstrom
Where the quiet wind blows
Sated lovers whisper words of cherish
Into the resounding night
#beauty
#love
#nature
#hope
#stars
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Alleyway Blowjobs
#lust
#sex
669 reads
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You Know I Belong
#BDSM
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Joined In The Dance Of The Ages
Fallen shadows on torchswept walls
Heated lovers wrapped and sweating
in writhing tumbles and rolls of
thirst and lust
Matted hair, trails of spit and sin
The slickness sends them to kiss deeper
Rising and crashing
Friction
Legs entwining
Breaths in sync
Shallow Deeper
Deeper Shallow
His desire is crested
her folds, engorged.
He enters.
Gasping, she revels, allows, and
marks for time and remembrance
this moment
He, for himself, is home
The sheath of his sword so clasped
Like glove to hand ...
Heated lovers wrapped and sweating
in writhing tumbles and rolls of
thirst and lust
Matted hair, trails of spit and sin
The slickness sends them to kiss deeper
Rising and crashing
Friction
Legs entwining
Breaths in sync
Shallow Deeper
Deeper Shallow
His desire is crested
her folds, engorged.
He enters.
Gasping, she revels, allows, and
marks for time and remembrance
this moment
He, for himself, is home
The sheath of his sword so clasped
Like glove to hand ...
685 reads
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Her Tourmaline Shadow
Her tourmaline shadow
Etched in cliff walls
that stretch to the skies
and touch the heavens
Her tourmaline shadow
Casts in cordoned caves
mournful mazes
yet moves through light
unseen, undetected
save for the wicked soul
who peers through light
with knowing eyes and
the resolve of a drop of water
that bore a canyon
Etched in cliff walls
that stretch to the skies
and touch the heavens
Her tourmaline shadow
Casts in cordoned caves
mournful mazes
yet moves through light
unseen, undetected
save for the wicked soul
who peers through light
with knowing eyes and
the resolve of a drop of water
that bore a canyon
535 reads
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Seduction Through The Mirror Of A Vanity
I love watching you apply your makeup.
Behind you, stealing glances, through the mirror of your vanity.
You apply the light foundation that gives you the best hue in the light only you know will be cast.
I see the light shimmer on your beige satin camisole, its thin straps lining the freckles of your smooth shoulders.
You apply the eyeliner that sets the framing of the eyes that set my soul ablaze.
When the mascara is picked up, I get very, very excited. It's my favorite part.
When you bring the wand to your eye, your lips purse in an incredibly similar...
Behind you, stealing glances, through the mirror of your vanity.
You apply the light foundation that gives you the best hue in the light only you know will be cast.
I see the light shimmer on your beige satin camisole, its thin straps lining the freckles of your smooth shoulders.
You apply the eyeliner that sets the framing of the eyes that set my soul ablaze.
When the mascara is picked up, I get very, very excited. It's my favorite part.
When you bring the wand to your eye, your lips purse in an incredibly similar...
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For I Shall Be Undenied
I will weave it seems
Dreams of dark desire
Carnal undertakings
And delicious tastes of salacious
activity for all of us who hunger
Whom are not sated shall
dive darker, lick the last
drops of depravity
And be born unto the shame
of naught
I will endlessly revel in the words
I will relentlessly seek their tawdry meanings
I will revel in the magnificent prurient depths
I shall wallow in their shame
I shall swallow the very sin
I will proudly touch the demon temptress
And bask in the chasm that is her hell
For...
Dreams of dark desire
Carnal undertakings
And delicious tastes of salacious
activity for all of us who hunger
Whom are not sated shall
dive darker, lick the last
drops of depravity
And be born unto the shame
of naught
I will endlessly revel in the words
I will relentlessly seek their tawdry meanings
I will revel in the magnificent prurient depths
I shall wallow in their shame
I shall swallow the very sin
I will proudly touch the demon temptress
And bask in the chasm that is her hell
For...
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In These Places
In her shelved dreams
Her silent smiles
Her nights forgone
Her chances not taken
Her unseen and even
Unrealized tears
In her hearty laughter
Her sarcastic chuckles
Her impassioned disdain
Her easy compassion
Unbridled hope
These places if you look
These places if you'll study
In these places
Shall you find her.
Her silent smiles
Her nights forgone
Her chances not taken
Her unseen and even
Unrealized tears
In her hearty laughter
Her sarcastic chuckles
Her impassioned disdain
Her easy compassion
Unbridled hope
These places if you look
These places if you'll study
In these places
Shall you find her.
#love
#romantic
#night
#fate
#spiritual
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And Quenched Be They
In shimmering darkness and
Silver silky moonbeams
In the heralding of sin' s delight
His beckoning
Called her soul.
She ran to Him
Pleading for requite
To still her weary winds of restlessness
And cradle her shattered fabric
To touch her deepest desires
And deliver her shameless
And depraved.
To mark her in His consumption
His sated savagery
And quenched be they
In fantastic stillness.
Silver silky moonbeams
In the heralding of sin' s delight
His beckoning
Called her soul.
She ran to Him
Pleading for requite
To still her weary winds of restlessness
And cradle her shattered fabric
To touch her deepest desires
And deliver her shameless
And depraved.
To mark her in His consumption
His sated savagery
And quenched be they
In fantastic stillness.
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
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The Cool Waters Of Abandon
Where once I stood on their shores
with hesitation,
I now stand poised to dive
headlong into the cool waters of abandon.
I desire their cleansing, refreshing awakening.
The cool waters of abandon have power.
That of which to cleanse souls, yet
also to embolden the meek.
The cool waters of abandon
give voice to muted heartstrings,
and offer hope to downtrodden beasts, one and all.
As I gaze upon the cool waters of abandon
whilst the sunlight shimmers upon them
I ponder how many souls thirst.
How many souls?
Do these...
with hesitation,
I now stand poised to dive
headlong into the cool waters of abandon.
I desire their cleansing, refreshing awakening.
The cool waters of abandon have power.
That of which to cleanse souls, yet
also to embolden the meek.
The cool waters of abandon
give voice to muted heartstrings,
and offer hope to downtrodden beasts, one and all.
As I gaze upon the cool waters of abandon
whilst the sunlight shimmers upon them
I ponder how many souls thirst.
How many souls?
Do these...
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Kept Inside
I like when wind whispers across my backsweat
though it's wind from the air conditioner as I lay upon you
buried to the hilt
my name on your lips
I like when you can't form sentences
when I know how well-spoken you are
how well-read, and educated
I like when your eyes slam shut
then fly open and roll toward the back of your brain
I like watching the sweat bead upon your upper lip
and mashing my mouth against yours to taste it
I like when you struggle to break free
Free from yourself
Free from your fears
Free
I like...
though it's wind from the air conditioner as I lay upon you
buried to the hilt
my name on your lips
I like when you can't form sentences
when I know how well-spoken you are
how well-read, and educated
I like when your eyes slam shut
then fly open and roll toward the back of your brain
I like watching the sweat bead upon your upper lip
and mashing my mouth against yours to taste it
I like when you struggle to break free
Free from yourself
Free from your fears
Free
I like...
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