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 .
Ornamental
923 reads
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Sweet Rose of Willingness
She slides across his lap quite willingly
And waits for him to raise her brand new skirt
It is the best use for her: she must be
Spanked across his knee, after his curt
Request for her to come to him and bend
Her body for the discipline she needs
And the control she loves – both of these tend
To blend together as desire feeds
Her response as he tells the girl to spread
Once he has spanked her arse, he will admire
Her sex and her arousal; both have led
To his enjoyment; he will never tire
Of using her this way, so makes quite free
When she...
And waits for him to raise her brand new skirt
It is the best use for her: she must be
Spanked across his knee, after his curt
Request for her to come to him and bend
Her body for the discipline she needs
And the control she loves – both of these tend
To blend together as desire feeds
Her response as he tells the girl to spread
Once he has spanked her arse, he will admire
Her sex and her arousal; both have led
To his enjoyment; he will never tire
Of using her this way, so makes quite free
When she...
676 reads
1 Comment
Interested Glances
855 reads
1 Comment
Trust
1051 reads
2 Comments
F*cking Grief
914 reads
0 Comments
Rare Dreams
That night she had a dream of such rare bliss
She thought it couldn’t ever quite connect
With her experience so far; the kiss,
That lingered on her lips, made her inspect
Those rosebuds in the mirror: were they bruised?
Or were they shining brightly, like the blush
That he had given her, when he had used
Her for the very first time? And the rush
Of feelings, in her head and in her heart,
Had so prevailed, they never seemed to stop;
But, with the quiet voice, they played their part
In making sure she knew that she had got
Her feelings so...
She thought it couldn’t ever quite connect
With her experience so far; the kiss,
That lingered on her lips, made her inspect
Those rosebuds in the mirror: were they bruised?
Or were they shining brightly, like the blush
That he had given her, when he had used
Her for the very first time? And the rush
Of feelings, in her head and in her heart,
Had so prevailed, they never seemed to stop;
But, with the quiet voice, they played their part
In making sure she knew that she had got
Her feelings so...
673 reads
1 Comment
The better part of valour
He makes himself agreeable to her,
When standing near the fire; there is tact
And sweet diplomacy; he might prefer
A coarser turn of phrase, but, with odds stacked
In his favour, he’s happy to remit
The stronger references that she’d expect
And finds a better way of saying it:
The indiscretion will be circumspect
And she consoles herself – he won’t require
Surrender on her sleeve; for there is charm
And courtesy, of which she’ll never tire:
It veils her from her fears and from the harm
That ruder, rougher episodes recall
Were he to be far...
When standing near the fire; there is tact
And sweet diplomacy; he might prefer
A coarser turn of phrase, but, with odds stacked
In his favour, he’s happy to remit
The stronger references that she’d expect
And finds a better way of saying it:
The indiscretion will be circumspect
And she consoles herself – he won’t require
Surrender on her sleeve; for there is charm
And courtesy, of which she’ll never tire:
It veils her from her fears and from the harm
That ruder, rougher episodes recall
Were he to be far...
563 reads
0 Comments
Sudden Silence
The sudden silence is quite beautiful
During an evening kiss or an embrace
That calms us both and helps us both to place
The day in context as you learn to school
Your lips to please me; they’re budding and full
Of promises you’ll keep: give me the taste
And further kisses that you’ve gently placed
Against my cheek – and, though the night is cool,
You warm me well with every single touch
You offer up to me when you’re inclined
To venture into loving as the violence
Of our embrace proves almost far too much
For you to bear through night; for...
During an evening kiss or an embrace
That calms us both and helps us both to place
The day in context as you learn to school
Your lips to please me; they’re budding and full
Of promises you’ll keep: give me the taste
And further kisses that you’ve gently placed
Against my cheek – and, though the night is cool,
You warm me well with every single touch
You offer up to me when you’re inclined
To venture into loving as the violence
Of our embrace proves almost far too much
For you to bear through night; for...
923 reads
4 Comments
Answering with a kiss
He loves it when she answers with a kiss:
Some women kiss with such facility;
But she is different and her kiss has grace;
And it’s a kiss that he would really miss
Were he to be away from her; you see
He learns so much with every soft embrace
She offers up; it’s so hard to dismiss
The adoration that is expressly
Reserved for him; he would not wish to chase
That look away; for it only exists
Because of their exchanges; he can free
The eager look that she wears on her face
When she approaches him and she can prove
She answers with a kiss...
Some women kiss with such facility;
But she is different and her kiss has grace;
And it’s a kiss that he would really miss
Were he to be away from her; you see
He learns so much with every soft embrace
She offers up; it’s so hard to dismiss
The adoration that is expressly
Reserved for him; he would not wish to chase
That look away; for it only exists
Because of their exchanges; he can free
The eager look that she wears on her face
When she approaches him and she can prove
She answers with a kiss...
973 reads
9 Comments
Blushing and Dying
922 reads
1 Comment
Amoral issues
988 reads
2 Comments
Empathy Speaks - Belgium
The picture speaks volumes: blood on her face;
Her clothing is ripped; there’s dust in her hair;
She looks so dishevelled in this public place;
Her body is twisted – the public can stare
At her and her lover (?): she sits to her side,
Less physically marked, but just as distracted;
There’s revelation, but you can decide
If spilled blood bonds them, when you have dissected
This image of shock - disorientation:
It’s hard not to focus on trivial thought,
Stripped by the blast, it informs the nation
That they are the victims, both of them...
Her clothing is ripped; there’s dust in her hair;
She looks so dishevelled in this public place;
Her body is twisted – the public can stare
At her and her lover (?): she sits to her side,
Less physically marked, but just as distracted;
There’s revelation, but you can decide
If spilled blood bonds them, when you have dissected
This image of shock - disorientation:
It’s hard not to focus on trivial thought,
Stripped by the blast, it informs the nation
That they are the victims, both of them...
598 reads
2 Comments
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