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 .
while others sleep
The late moon floods your house with its white light;
And gives the scene a fragile charm that clears
Away reality and means the night -
Is ours, until the moonlight disappears
Beyond the pale,pink shroud of coming dawn,
When shutters are unlidded and the day
Begins again; and all those new plans form
The patterns to be burnished until play
Is once again permitted and you wait
In silence, that’s alive within the mind:
It gives an atmosphere where you'll create
The chance to meet your need until you find
The fragile charms, once more, that always...
And gives the scene a fragile charm that clears
Away reality and means the night -
Is ours, until the moonlight disappears
Beyond the pale,pink shroud of coming dawn,
When shutters are unlidded and the day
Begins again; and all those new plans form
The patterns to be burnished until play
Is once again permitted and you wait
In silence, that’s alive within the mind:
It gives an atmosphere where you'll create
The chance to meet your need until you find
The fragile charms, once more, that always...
691 reads
1 Comment
memories and dreams
This place is dead. We live on memories.
We’re islands in our characters. Alone,
We’ll never reach across. We will not seize
The chances that build up; though once we’ve grown
To know the crossing points, that are quite plain
To see, then any isle can be conjoined,
Despite the snide opinions that would gain
Some foothold on the barriers they’d build
To stop the ebb of tides, that could well flow
To form coastline connections – when we’re filled
With hope that, on each archipelago,
We’ll create expectation and revive
Those dreams come true – so...
We’re islands in our characters. Alone,
We’ll never reach across. We will not seize
The chances that build up; though once we’ve grown
To know the crossing points, that are quite plain
To see, then any isle can be conjoined,
Despite the snide opinions that would gain
Some foothold on the barriers they’d build
To stop the ebb of tides, that could well flow
To form coastline connections – when we’re filled
With hope that, on each archipelago,
We’ll create expectation and revive
Those dreams come true – so...
559 reads
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Perhaps
He slaps her and it feels so good: that sense
Of power rising, as his hardness grows;
She kneels and knows it's time for recompense -
To serve her Master with her holes. She shows
No hesitation, as she opens wide;
The tenting cloth before her, as she slips
Her hand out to caress him - let's it slide
So gently up his thigh - then she unzips
Her heart's desire - she understands and serves
Herself with heady options; but she waits
For him to give permission as she curves
Her hand beneath his balls and, as she slakes
Her taste for cock and come,...
Of power rising, as his hardness grows;
She kneels and knows it's time for recompense -
To serve her Master with her holes. She shows
No hesitation, as she opens wide;
The tenting cloth before her, as she slips
Her hand out to caress him - let's it slide
So gently up his thigh - then she unzips
Her heart's desire - she understands and serves
Herself with heady options; but she waits
For him to give permission as she curves
Her hand beneath his balls and, as she slakes
Her taste for cock and come,...
894 reads
7 Comments
Enough
1200 reads
7 Comments
Sweet Taste
1263 reads
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A Foretaste
She looks less assured when a certain plug
Is rammed right up her backside - a foretaste
Of how she'll feel, presented on a rug,
To be well used. It would be quite a waste
For her to be allowed to simply dream,
Without direction, orders or command;
And every one of these can make her cream,
As can the punishments that I have planned
For her fair form that she presents again,
Her lack of balance causing her to quiver;
I wonder if the harsh, inflicted pain,
That's soon to follow, will induce a shiver
To run right down her back, as if she's...
Is rammed right up her backside - a foretaste
Of how she'll feel, presented on a rug,
To be well used. It would be quite a waste
For her to be allowed to simply dream,
Without direction, orders or command;
And every one of these can make her cream,
As can the punishments that I have planned
For her fair form that she presents again,
Her lack of balance causing her to quiver;
I wonder if the harsh, inflicted pain,
That's soon to follow, will induce a shiver
To run right down her back, as if she's...
732 reads
1 Comment
The Change
910 reads
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Ode to a terracotta wallpot
642 reads
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Shrewd, Witty and Exact
981 reads
2 Comments
Adored From A Great Height
She’s adored from great heights for I will stand
Above her and she cannot save herself
From waiting for my orders. I command
The girl to greet me eagerly. The wealth,
In such erotic stances, just adds lustre
And brings a silence to the celebration;
Let neither interruption nor her bluster,
Cause a damnéd, awkward hesitation,
That might result in tears after the slap,
Which brings her back to focus, as I use
Her mouth for what it’s for; as I’m on tap:
My exposé is hardly an abuse
Of her facility – I share delights
So she, of course, is adored...
Above her and she cannot save herself
From waiting for my orders. I command
The girl to greet me eagerly. The wealth,
In such erotic stances, just adds lustre
And brings a silence to the celebration;
Let neither interruption nor her bluster,
Cause a damnéd, awkward hesitation,
That might result in tears after the slap,
Which brings her back to focus, as I use
Her mouth for what it’s for; as I’m on tap:
My exposé is hardly an abuse
Of her facility – I share delights
So she, of course, is adored...
669 reads
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Working Magic
The hallway floor is patterned. Herringbone
Seemed fitting for the ‘fishy’ goings-on.
Though, now, we have moved-on; I may well own
Up to your fears. So, was it really wrong
Of me to have you crawl from the front door?
You knelt and kicked it shut so many times,
With heels or flats and barefoot, rather more
Than you’d have liked, in these much colder climes.
Had you not been beholden to me, bound
To do as you were bid, regardless how
You felt – would you have done it? I’d have found
Another way to work that magic. Now
That it is over,...
Seemed fitting for the ‘fishy’ goings-on.
Though, now, we have moved-on; I may well own
Up to your fears. So, was it really wrong
Of me to have you crawl from the front door?
You knelt and kicked it shut so many times,
With heels or flats and barefoot, rather more
Than you’d have liked, in these much colder climes.
Had you not been beholden to me, bound
To do as you were bid, regardless how
You felt – would you have done it? I’d have found
Another way to work that magic. Now
That it is over,...
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Faithless
I have found some ways
Incomparably light, deft and
clearly understood,
from that simple and
faithless smile and the shake of
your head as you come.
Incomparably light, deft and
clearly understood,
from that simple and
faithless smile and the shake of
your head as you come.
685 reads
0 Comments
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