Submissions by SweetOblivion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love quirky imagery painted in sleek words. Subtle, witty, descriptive verses are my favourite. Poetic discipline and control have parts to play; as do regular visits to the gorgeous ink shop .
Wild Wives
If wives are wild about them from the first;
And amorous servility dictates
Effusive and vivacious love, that makes
Their husbands feel adored; this is the worst
Uxorious love can lead one to; rehearsed,
Then such encounters can ensure that spates
Of soured divorce decrease all those debates;
And, in the silence, lips are slowly pursed:
Such disapproving looks, with neither kiss
Nor caress to sustain fresher delight;
Or soften disagreements - these seem mild;
But these will grow and become an abyss
To tear spouses apart...
And amorous servility dictates
Effusive and vivacious love, that makes
Their husbands feel adored; this is the worst
Uxorious love can lead one to; rehearsed,
Then such encounters can ensure that spates
Of soured divorce decrease all those debates;
And, in the silence, lips are slowly pursed:
Such disapproving looks, with neither kiss
Nor caress to sustain fresher delight;
Or soften disagreements - these seem mild;
But these will grow and become an abyss
To tear spouses apart...
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Dancing Moonlight Polkas
I know your nature, sir: it is quite coarse;
And, though your intellect may pass as shrewd,
You will not have me purely by the force,
A connoisseuse like me regards as crude;
You think of me as pretty; I’m the one
To keep you wide awake, with just your thoughts
To dance those moonlight polkas; you can come,
For I know nothing of sad midnight sports;
It is not just a matter of the chance
You’d take to find the opportunity
To make a bold start in this country dance;
And kisses and excitement? No, you see:
I know your nature sir;...
And, though your intellect may pass as shrewd,
You will not have me purely by the force,
A connoisseuse like me regards as crude;
You think of me as pretty; I’m the one
To keep you wide awake, with just your thoughts
To dance those moonlight polkas; you can come,
For I know nothing of sad midnight sports;
It is not just a matter of the chance
You’d take to find the opportunity
To make a bold start in this country dance;
And kisses and excitement? No, you see:
I know your nature sir;...
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A Chocolate Conversion - Coffee Coloured Treats
848 reads
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The knock
She knocks upon my door once she’s prepared
To do my bidding in the way to please
Me; she will entertain me on her knees;
Her mouth is wet and eager; I’ve compared
It to so many delights, I have bared
My cupboard of all similes; I’ll seize
Her hair and hold her close so she can tease
My hardness; pleasure rises; She’d have dared
To suck and lick and taste throughout the night,
Had I not wanted more and made her bend;
So that she touched the floor and the fine locks
Of her hair were spread out; but, she’ll excite
Me more, with how she’s spread...
To do my bidding in the way to please
Me; she will entertain me on her knees;
Her mouth is wet and eager; I’ve compared
It to so many delights, I have bared
My cupboard of all similes; I’ll seize
Her hair and hold her close so she can tease
My hardness; pleasure rises; She’d have dared
To suck and lick and taste throughout the night,
Had I not wanted more and made her bend;
So that she touched the floor and the fine locks
Of her hair were spread out; but, she’ll excite
Me more, with how she’s spread...
823 reads
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Rattling Carts
840 reads
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She thinks. He is.
He’s six foot with a slim, athletic build;
And, yet, he can be timid and so shy;
He’s dying to be dominated, thrilled
By his anticipation; he would fly
Across the world to learn; a certain lady
Could teach him to be well-whipped and a cur;
He’d whimper at mistreatment like a baby
In bliss; he won’t say no; he will be sure
To nod his head and bow down in agreement,
Surrendering his self-respect and all
Timidity and shyness and appeasement
Of appetites will lead him soon to fall
Upon his knees between her thighs to lick,
Delighted that she...
And, yet, he can be timid and so shy;
He’s dying to be dominated, thrilled
By his anticipation; he would fly
Across the world to learn; a certain lady
Could teach him to be well-whipped and a cur;
He’d whimper at mistreatment like a baby
In bliss; he won’t say no; he will be sure
To nod his head and bow down in agreement,
Surrendering his self-respect and all
Timidity and shyness and appeasement
Of appetites will lead him soon to fall
Upon his knees between her thighs to lick,
Delighted that she...
742 reads
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A Chocolate Conversion - My Mahogany Maiden
901 reads
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She Knows
1044 reads
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Shuddering
She shudders when his hands seek out her skin,
A trailing finger means she gets excited;
She knows not where he's going, but it's been
A pleasure watching him: and she's delighted
To feel her blouse discarded, once undone;
She'd have the cups of her bra pushed right down;
She'd let him seal her fate, as he's begun
To take, from her, this moment; she could drown
In every soft illusion that he throws
In her direction; he replaces fact
With tortured fantasies; as each tale goes
The distance, that reality has lacked,
She knows she is his...
A trailing finger means she gets excited;
She knows not where he's going, but it's been
A pleasure watching him: and she's delighted
To feel her blouse discarded, once undone;
She'd have the cups of her bra pushed right down;
She'd let him seal her fate, as he's begun
To take, from her, this moment; she could drown
In every soft illusion that he throws
In her direction; he replaces fact
With tortured fantasies; as each tale goes
The distance, that reality has lacked,
She knows she is his...
892 reads
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Loving to hear him
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Lost Hopes
Her lost hopes are played out, do I care
To play her too in hopes that, when love's soured,
I'll have her cry with pain, as she is scoured
And spanked; when love's extracted, she won't dare
To whimper in her corner, as I share
An angry glance, while standing here; I've towered
Over her shadowed form, so empowered
To do just as I wish - it isn't fair,
But it is how it is; and how I want
To use her and enjoy her when I wish
To see if she will last and how she copes
When pressed; and, as I use this latest cunt,
I wonder if she'll fade,...
To play her too in hopes that, when love's soured,
I'll have her cry with pain, as she is scoured
And spanked; when love's extracted, she won't dare
To whimper in her corner, as I share
An angry glance, while standing here; I've towered
Over her shadowed form, so empowered
To do just as I wish - it isn't fair,
But it is how it is; and how I want
To use her and enjoy her when I wish
To see if she will last and how she copes
When pressed; and, as I use this latest cunt,
I wonder if she'll fade,...
744 reads
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Colouring her in
She rather hopes that I’ll enjoy her look
When she is coloured in – not shades of grey;
But, more a rainbow hue: when brought to book,
These colours are the ones to which she’ll pay
A good deal of attention – each blue bruise,
Nicely offsets the darker shades of pink;
These mark her backside, although you might choose
To admire lines that bought her to the brink
Of crying out for more; a nice red font
Might represent them well, until they change
To darker browns that mark her, to be blunt,
As mine, when she is bent and...
When she is coloured in – not shades of grey;
But, more a rainbow hue: when brought to book,
These colours are the ones to which she’ll pay
A good deal of attention – each blue bruise,
Nicely offsets the darker shades of pink;
These mark her backside, although you might choose
To admire lines that bought her to the brink
Of crying out for more; a nice red font
Might represent them well, until they change
To darker browns that mark her, to be blunt,
As mine, when she is bent and...
786 reads
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