Submissions by SabrinaK
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Greetings and Hello... From a Lost, but not forgotten Slave SabrinaK poet and story writer by heart...
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Mar 2015 00:24am
22nd Mar 2015 00:24am
Daily Journal
inaha brie's Daily Journal
Thursday, February 24, 2015
4:42:09 AM
awww.... O'my God, do i love Him so... Yet feel so guilty, for keeping Him up so late... Lordy, i just love to hear His voice though... negidi inaha tsia anagi Itancanka... loving Him, missing Him... already... and we was just talking... But am going to rest my mind a bit.... some thoughts i not wish to have is...
Thursday, February 24, 2015
4:42:09 AM
awww.... O'my God, do i love Him so... Yet feel so guilty, for keeping Him up so late... Lordy, i just love to hear His voice though... negidi inaha tsia anagi Itancanka... loving Him, missing Him... already... and we was just talking... But am going to rest my mind a bit.... some thoughts i not wish to have is...
824 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 9:26pm
20th Mar 2015 9:26pm
My Dying Heart!
Can't believe i did it...
How could i have fallen for it....
I protected it for ever so long.....
To foolishly fall in love with a Man upon a screen...
Just to find, it was not to be....
The pain is too much.....
I can't carelessly give in to such .....
My soul is crying.... cause my heart is dying.....
How could i have fallen for it....
I protected it for ever so long.....
To foolishly fall in love with a Man upon a screen...
Just to find, it was not to be....
The pain is too much.....
I can't carelessly give in to such .....
My soul is crying.... cause my heart is dying.....
585 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 7:47pm
17th Mar 2015 7:47pm
Master’s Chambers Of Chains and Shackles.....
With in Master’s chambers, much is heard, seen, tasted and felt
Lust of a loving Master and slave relationship is explored and lived.
Filled with sweet pain and pleasure.
Admiration and utmost respect of guidance and discipline
In return moans, tears and cries of sweet surrender to
Dominants received, complete submission given
With in Master’s chambers, honor and trust is found
loyalty and loving devotion is gained.
With in Master’s chamber, this girl is found in her chains and shackles..
Master, she waits…
Lust of a loving Master and slave relationship is explored and lived.
Filled with sweet pain and pleasure.
Admiration and utmost respect of guidance and discipline
In return moans, tears and cries of sweet surrender to
Dominants received, complete submission given
With in Master’s chambers, honor and trust is found
loyalty and loving devotion is gained.
With in Master’s chamber, this girl is found in her chains and shackles..
Master, she waits…
820 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 6:57pm
17th Mar 2015 6:57pm
Is This me.....
Is this me....
Or am I trying to be her....
Is this me....is this what i want and desire....
Or am I trying to be her.....
Is this me.... are these my foot steps i take.....
Or am I trying to be her......
Is this me.... is this the path i seek.....
Or am I trying to be her....
Is this me.... am i shackled, or is this of free will....
Or am I trying to be her.....
Is this for me.....if could, can i simply not be.....
Cause it may just not be me.....
Or am I trying to be her....
Is this me....is this what i want and desire....
Or am I trying to be her.....
Is this me.... are these my foot steps i take.....
Or am I trying to be her......
Is this me.... is this the path i seek.....
Or am I trying to be her....
Is this me.... am i shackled, or is this of free will....
Or am I trying to be her.....
Is this for me.....if could, can i simply not be.....
Cause it may just not be me.....
595 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 5:18am
17th Mar 2015 5:18am
Itancanka's Key
Reason and feelings for such light headedness, That You may ask of me. One day my Itancanka, hopaplease as You close Your eyes, and feel what only You can touch. For many times You will cause such feelings, to overwhelm not only of this one. Not that i felt ill, nor did this one stand to her feet too fast. But yet is not easy to express such in words that You will understand when heard. At least till You learn more of her native tongue. Will try to explain though. As Your eyes are closed, lets walk awhile. Taking You to such core of her heart, that such fires burn deep within her soul....
700 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Mar 2015 5:16am
17th Mar 2015 5:16am
No longer do I wait
Walking into a crowded... beer, wine and smoked filled room, of Dominance and submission.... That lingers, to explore such sweet desires of serenity.... Swear, I can feel You already..... somewhere here... Lurking in the shadows.... Watching, as I walk across the room....long black flowing hair, grazes off from thy shoulder as a white silky gown cascades down my vibrant plump body...goes and kneels upon the furs, next to the fire...Seeing, You sitting there, on Your thrown... With such a stern yet gentle stare....You cause such heat to flow of this one's desires ....still kneeling, palms up...
929 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Mar 2015 4:04am
15th Mar 2015 4:04am
What burns within!
Don't fight what you feel baby girl... Hopaplease allow what such burns within us...
Cradling one another, while laying upon furs with bri and bear. Nestled between us key board sharing our thoughts and feelings. Maybe in such ways we have never done before. Feeling our toes caressing, legs in twined as bri, whispers softly. allow your heat to cause your heart to speak from fires that burns deep within your soul. telling me that she walks the path with me. that i am not alone. sweetly kissing her. seeing within her eyes, she will help lead me to where her and i both know one day we will...
Cradling one another, while laying upon furs with bri and bear. Nestled between us key board sharing our thoughts and feelings. Maybe in such ways we have never done before. Feeling our toes caressing, legs in twined as bri, whispers softly. allow your heat to cause your heart to speak from fires that burns deep within your soul. telling me that she walks the path with me. that i am not alone. sweetly kissing her. seeing within her eyes, she will help lead me to where her and i both know one day we will...
1032 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Mar 2015 4:01am
15th Mar 2015 4:01am
Waking Up In Master's Arms,
1453 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Mar 2015 5:56pm
14th Mar 2015 5:56pm
“Broken Will“, Serenity In Being Free
779 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Mar 2015 5:43pm
14th Mar 2015 5:43pm
Master & slave
What does that mean?, more so what does that with holds dear? To this one she can basically say her life, her awe. Not just because its how she was raised, nor of collars she has worn. Not just of a male and female knowing their role in life. But as a perfect harmony of trust and complete serenity on both behalfes. The Master, that submits to His own wants and desires to take a creature such of rare beauty of pure submission. With many flaws, under His wings to guide, nurture and while using such an amazing creature as He soul chooses. That is seen by many less than human. He turns her into a...
1045 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 11:35pm
13th Mar 2015 11:35pm
Seeking the slave within a Woman....The Woman within the slave....
Such a creature as being a Woman this one walks hand to hand with the slave... Yet times the slave finds herself wanting to walk alone...stray from the Woman within...For she sees, many times that the Woman becomes weak, slave much stronger...Such foolish thoughts of a fragile Woman has of thinking that times she better than the slave within...
Remembering back to being raised...When this slave was young girl...How she high strung, defiant...So determined to remain as just the female....Woman, refusing the slave within to cradle such foolish weak minded creature of the Woman of...
Remembering back to being raised...When this slave was young girl...How she high strung, defiant...So determined to remain as just the female....Woman, refusing the slave within to cradle such foolish weak minded creature of the Woman of...
993 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by SabrinaK
