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 .
stupid girl
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An Exchange
A master and a slave may well exchange
An awkward glance when she is urged to stop;
He pulls her by the hair to rearrange
The angle she adopts to please his cock
That stands erect before her as she waits
For him to recognise that it is best
That she should carry on without debates
On how her owner foments interest
Inside her naughty head when he’s exposed
And shown in need of kisses from a girl
Who loves her dear sir’s member for she knows
That his prick welcomes mouths with a fine pearl
Of pre-cum oozing from the spongy tip
To exchange for...
An awkward glance when she is urged to stop;
He pulls her by the hair to rearrange
The angle she adopts to please his cock
That stands erect before her as she waits
For him to recognise that it is best
That she should carry on without debates
On how her owner foments interest
Inside her naughty head when he’s exposed
And shown in need of kisses from a girl
Who loves her dear sir’s member for she knows
That his prick welcomes mouths with a fine pearl
Of pre-cum oozing from the spongy tip
To exchange for...
685 reads
1 Comment
Just Another Avocation
775 reads
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A Beam Of Sunlight
The only beam of sunlight before dusk
Lights up her face in a persuasive glow,
Reflecting perspiration as it must:
For, in her weakness, she’s surrendered so
Much more than she would ever have believed
To be possible when she came across
The chance to be seduced and, then, relieved
Of all responsibility; the loss
Is something she can live with even now
When he has scraped her soul – the cleanest hull
Could hardly rival hers – with each kow-tow,
She lives through pressure and abides the pull
Of the demands of servitude: the dream
Of being...
Lights up her face in a persuasive glow,
Reflecting perspiration as it must:
For, in her weakness, she’s surrendered so
Much more than she would ever have believed
To be possible when she came across
The chance to be seduced and, then, relieved
Of all responsibility; the loss
Is something she can live with even now
When he has scraped her soul – the cleanest hull
Could hardly rival hers – with each kow-tow,
She lives through pressure and abides the pull
Of the demands of servitude: the dream
Of being...
919 reads
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The Second In Between
847 reads
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Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit
694 reads
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Ode to a Happy C**t
747 reads
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Slave
855 reads
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Sacrilege 2 - The Altar
840 reads
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Fatal Malady
Her love has all the malady romance
Can bring with it: the pastels and the flowers;
With charming pinks and scents in all the bowers
That she’d inhabit given half a chance;
Her love has all the left feet that a dance
Can do without: the dancing card that cowers
Unfilled, unloved, unwanted – all that powers
Resentment at success and every glance
She casts is filled with jealousy that preys
Upon her mind and fantasies devised
In the uncertainty; the agony
Is such that every grimace she displays
Can’t be concealed and cannot be revised
As her...
Can bring with it: the pastels and the flowers;
With charming pinks and scents in all the bowers
That she’d inhabit given half a chance;
Her love has all the left feet that a dance
Can do without: the dancing card that cowers
Unfilled, unloved, unwanted – all that powers
Resentment at success and every glance
She casts is filled with jealousy that preys
Upon her mind and fantasies devised
In the uncertainty; the agony
Is such that every grimace she displays
Can’t be concealed and cannot be revised
As her...
746 reads
1 Comment
Sacrilege
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That Smile
Your smile, little lady, is a thing
With feathers that I'll cherish, if I may;
I can imagine all a smile can bring:
Contentment and good humour; I could say
It opens up new avenues; and gates
Are thrown wide open, as the guards stand back;
And celebrations follow; as the grates
Of castles in the air will burn so black,
They'll make your smiling cheeks reflect the fire:
A rosy hue that few men can resist;
I wonder if I dare now risk your ire;
For blushing cheeks like that need to be kissed;
And both your lovely eyes simply beguile:
The things...
With feathers that I'll cherish, if I may;
I can imagine all a smile can bring:
Contentment and good humour; I could say
It opens up new avenues; and gates
Are thrown wide open, as the guards stand back;
And celebrations follow; as the grates
Of castles in the air will burn so black,
They'll make your smiling cheeks reflect the fire:
A rosy hue that few men can resist;
I wonder if I dare now risk your ire;
For blushing cheeks like that need to be kissed;
And both your lovely eyes simply beguile:
The things...
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