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 .
My Task
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Wearing her Down
1106 reads
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A Dead Trunk
779 reads
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A slattern's thigh
871 reads
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Black
Bruises are bruises are bruises are black;
Try as he might, I'm not having him back;
The glow of my flesh is not for his kind:
He's been rejected, advances declined;
Should he return, he'll find my door locked;
Should he rap hard, my world won't be rocked
By the pounding that isn't my heart;
I can resist and that is my start;
I will be kept close and put to new use -
My mind as black as the black of each bruise.
Try as he might, I'm not having him back;
The glow of my flesh is not for his kind:
He's been rejected, advances declined;
Should he return, he'll find my door locked;
Should he rap hard, my world won't be rocked
By the pounding that isn't my heart;
I can resist and that is my start;
I will be kept close and put to new use -
My mind as black as the black of each bruise.
778 reads
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Fault
938 reads
2 Comments
Seduced by his gaze
She fancies being seduced by his gaze:
The way he takes her in and so admires
Her every single feature: let him praise
The girl for being perfect for desires;
These need to be fulfilled, until replete,
He leaves her bed to make them cups of tea
And then returns aroused, so she'll entreat
The man to quench her thirst and let a sea
Of cravings be fulfilled before the dawn,
Which finds them both asleep, since exercise
Has tired them out; but exercise can spawn
New dreams and fantasies, as minds devise,
To wake him hard; her wet: no hope of truce...
The way he takes her in and so admires
Her every single feature: let him praise
The girl for being perfect for desires;
These need to be fulfilled, until replete,
He leaves her bed to make them cups of tea
And then returns aroused, so she'll entreat
The man to quench her thirst and let a sea
Of cravings be fulfilled before the dawn,
Which finds them both asleep, since exercise
Has tired them out; but exercise can spawn
New dreams and fantasies, as minds devise,
To wake him hard; her wet: no hope of truce...
849 reads
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It's a mystery
#lust
#BDSM
1034 reads
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Defining Darkness
He gathered me in darkness as he'd fold
My 'treasures' with his tortures through the night;
I shivered at the thought of being sold
On losses in the blackness, sans respite
From more disgrace with every single touch
That he exposed me to; and, once he fetched
Me from obscurity, he knew I'd clutch
At straws to keep me sane, his needy wretch;
He gathered me in darkness for he'd take
The poor prize that I offered after dusk;
He'd hear me snivel quietly; and make
Me tremble at demands that are so brusque,
They forced me to a place...
My 'treasures' with his tortures through the night;
I shivered at the thought of being sold
On losses in the blackness, sans respite
From more disgrace with every single touch
That he exposed me to; and, once he fetched
Me from obscurity, he knew I'd clutch
At straws to keep me sane, his needy wretch;
He gathered me in darkness for he'd take
The poor prize that I offered after dusk;
He'd hear me snivel quietly; and make
Me tremble at demands that are so brusque,
They forced me to a place...
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Come winter dark (Sonnet)
1003 reads
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No fault of mine
1017 reads
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Resolution
913 reads
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