Submissions by domore2014
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th May 2014 10:28pm
20th May 2014 10:28pm
Edge of Fire
I quietly kneel in the shadows
Heavenly sin knows my name
Giving self and receiving same
I'm a broken goddess on my knees
As I silently beg my Master please
Like an addict I wait for fix
Wanting short pass across the Styx
In passion's mini-deaths
Gasping whimper on heated breath
Cool as Ice, Hot as Hell
He knows my needs very well
Depending on his mood's desire
He will lead me to the edge of fire
Brutal caress with ecstasies rise
Dip my head with downcast eyes
Sensuous freedom within restraining grip
He pulls my...
Heavenly sin knows my name
Giving self and receiving same
I'm a broken goddess on my knees
As I silently beg my Master please
Like an addict I wait for fix
Wanting short pass across the Styx
In passion's mini-deaths
Gasping whimper on heated breath
Cool as Ice, Hot as Hell
He knows my needs very well
Depending on his mood's desire
He will lead me to the edge of fire
Brutal caress with ecstasies rise
Dip my head with downcast eyes
Sensuous freedom within restraining grip
He pulls my...
1289 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2014 5:47pm
20th May 2014 5:47pm
Equal Measure
I watched you sleep…
In lunar dreamscapes shadow there was warmth from your skin
On pillows of loving innocence I slowly drank you in
I inhaled your scent…..
Eyes wide shut to the possibilities that you would one day leave
The richness of your being, making your lies easy to believe
I heard you breathe….
I was aware and had knowledge of things you never said
I gave you opportunities to confide; instead it stayed inside your head
I touched your hand…
Not realizing that I knowingly loved you fully, you chose to hide
The parts that you...
In lunar dreamscapes shadow there was warmth from your skin
On pillows of loving innocence I slowly drank you in
I inhaled your scent…..
Eyes wide shut to the possibilities that you would one day leave
The richness of your being, making your lies easy to believe
I heard you breathe….
I was aware and had knowledge of things you never said
I gave you opportunities to confide; instead it stayed inside your head
I touched your hand…
Not realizing that I knowingly loved you fully, you chose to hide
The parts that you...
1288 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2014 8:09pm
19th May 2014 8:09pm
That First Kiss
I miss the quiet moments just before dreams
where I could hear your breath
The way your smile could squeeze the darkness
from chambers within my chest
A pleasing gentle touch on the back of my hand
as your fingers traced my skin
I miss the sunshine of your laughter
unencumbered warming me from the outside in
The way your kiss could be soft or demanding
full of a rawness that left me hungry for more
A caress of your voice in reciprocated
whispers as we stepped thru sensuality’s door
I miss moments in the dark where I could reach out
in...
where I could hear your breath
The way your smile could squeeze the darkness
from chambers within my chest
A pleasing gentle touch on the back of my hand
as your fingers traced my skin
I miss the sunshine of your laughter
unencumbered warming me from the outside in
The way your kiss could be soft or demanding
full of a rawness that left me hungry for more
A caress of your voice in reciprocated
whispers as we stepped thru sensuality’s door
I miss moments in the dark where I could reach out
in...
1126 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th May 2014 1:14pm
17th May 2014 1:14pm
Yours to Savor
Your lips jealous of the choker you've slipped around my slender throat
My sight blinded for your pleasure, darkness enfolds me in it's silky coat
You wish to feel my warmth and taste the erratic pulse beneath fiery skin
At the altar of your sin, with feral thoughts you ever so slowly begin
Your eyes greedily consume the feast splayed out, hidden by lace and bound in leather
Your breath hot across my skin, along my enticing smooth curves as light as a feather
Your whispering touch coaxing whimpers as I strain against my confinement
Then strong hands...
My sight blinded for your pleasure, darkness enfolds me in it's silky coat
You wish to feel my warmth and taste the erratic pulse beneath fiery skin
At the altar of your sin, with feral thoughts you ever so slowly begin
Your eyes greedily consume the feast splayed out, hidden by lace and bound in leather
Your breath hot across my skin, along my enticing smooth curves as light as a feather
Your whispering touch coaxing whimpers as I strain against my confinement
Then strong hands...
1350 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2014 5:46pm
15th May 2014 5:46pm
Freedom
Hurt is my warden, memories hidden behind hazel eyes.
Dis-Trust is my guard, under lock and key, I rarely attempt to fly.
Sex is who for I’m the Bitch; acts that satisfy but don’t fulfill.
Fear creates my heavy shackles, Lies compose my chains;
Self-Imprisonment realization, as I choke down bitter pills.
But as I carry this sentence out, I begin to believe
Hope can be my pardon, Pain could be my release
Gift of self is my ticket out and Service my reprieve
Freedom is ultimately in… me...loving me.
Dis-Trust is my guard, under lock and key, I rarely attempt to fly.
Sex is who for I’m the Bitch; acts that satisfy but don’t fulfill.
Fear creates my heavy shackles, Lies compose my chains;
Self-Imprisonment realization, as I choke down bitter pills.
But as I carry this sentence out, I begin to believe
Hope can be my pardon, Pain could be my release
Gift of self is my ticket out and Service my reprieve
Freedom is ultimately in… me...loving me.
948 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2014 8:49pm
14th May 2014 8:49pm
Emerging
She peers out windows of her self-imposed cell
Quietly observing, endlessly contemplating,
Appearance may reflect reserved and frail
The warrior inside fact or fiction slaying
Her skin is fragile but her spirit strong
Evil demons that prick have seen her bleed
Her smile so generous to hide what’s wrong
Out of reach, but unwilling to dismiss a need
Giving to a limit, reservations to be heart touched
For the scars she bears have made her scared
Inside she secretly wishes for so very much
The sweet release of having someone to lay herself bare ...
Quietly observing, endlessly contemplating,
Appearance may reflect reserved and frail
The warrior inside fact or fiction slaying
Her skin is fragile but her spirit strong
Evil demons that prick have seen her bleed
Her smile so generous to hide what’s wrong
Out of reach, but unwilling to dismiss a need
Giving to a limit, reservations to be heart touched
For the scars she bears have made her scared
Inside she secretly wishes for so very much
The sweet release of having someone to lay herself bare ...
1060 reads
16 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2014 3:21pm
11th May 2014 3:21pm
Proudly
Everyone has their scars, I know I have my share.
Some are hidden deep within, some I proudly bear.
My scars (each one) provides me a lesson or a story
The best.. I honor, I wear with glory.
The Mother's mark's I've received are treasured;
My children have brought me blessings I can not measure.
When I'm lost giving me love and safety.
My sanity in a world gone crazy.
The light when all seems eclipsed in dark.
When I fall they give me strength of heart.
And when I have gone and passed from this earth;
In them, all will see my rebirth.
In my...
Some are hidden deep within, some I proudly bear.
My scars (each one) provides me a lesson or a story
The best.. I honor, I wear with glory.
The Mother's mark's I've received are treasured;
My children have brought me blessings I can not measure.
When I'm lost giving me love and safety.
My sanity in a world gone crazy.
The light when all seems eclipsed in dark.
When I fall they give me strength of heart.
And when I have gone and passed from this earth;
In them, all will see my rebirth.
In my...
903 reads
25 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2014 5:22pm
6th May 2014 5:22pm
I wonder sometimes..
I wonder if we all in our various way of things; have an odd and different behavior,
an ingrained pattern to ourselves. A taboo desire, a secret stash;
a skewed view mind, something side-ways in our brains.
Normalcy is, as normal does, based on the world’s opinion at that point in history.
Deceivers and yet full of Faith, looking for clues to solve “The Mystery”
Somewhere between a manic and depressive state we roam,
Forever searching and yet running away from “home”.
Multiple personalities we don’t allow any, one person to see.
We even hide from ourselves....
an ingrained pattern to ourselves. A taboo desire, a secret stash;
a skewed view mind, something side-ways in our brains.
Normalcy is, as normal does, based on the world’s opinion at that point in history.
Deceivers and yet full of Faith, looking for clues to solve “The Mystery”
Somewhere between a manic and depressive state we roam,
Forever searching and yet running away from “home”.
Multiple personalities we don’t allow any, one person to see.
We even hide from ourselves....
1032 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2014 5:49pm
5th May 2014 5:49pm
She is....
The spitting voice of vengeance strengthened with rage
The lessons learned by errors and coming of age
The calm heavens after a storm and the bringer of light
The sensual siren that calls to you in the night
The finality in sorrow as you cry out goodbye
The longing desire whispered from lips on a sigh
The mourning despair of death’s darkest days
The winged hope that shines in loves warm rays
The fiery embers created from vespers of pain
The sight of the blinded who’s spirit is unchained
The passionate web of intoxication derived from a kiss
The soft...
The lessons learned by errors and coming of age
The calm heavens after a storm and the bringer of light
The sensual siren that calls to you in the night
The finality in sorrow as you cry out goodbye
The longing desire whispered from lips on a sigh
The mourning despair of death’s darkest days
The winged hope that shines in loves warm rays
The fiery embers created from vespers of pain
The sight of the blinded who’s spirit is unchained
The passionate web of intoxication derived from a kiss
The soft...
1039 reads
18 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 8:20pm
2nd May 2014 8:20pm
Imaginings
Golden tipped black wings of darkness and errant halos of light
In my mind, He is the Master and I his willing subject of the night.
Strength and weakness are intertwined in balancing needs
I am wondrously intoxicated by the mirage of lurid deeds
In each of us resides a personal hidden treasure
A secret longing and pleasure that none can measure
In my darkest recesses I fantasize and dream of things
Bindings and straps that liberate me, echoes of rising passion ring
He would deliver unto me an indelible mark upon my skin
Not in the...
In my mind, He is the Master and I his willing subject of the night.
Strength and weakness are intertwined in balancing needs
I am wondrously intoxicated by the mirage of lurid deeds
In each of us resides a personal hidden treasure
A secret longing and pleasure that none can measure
In my darkest recesses I fantasize and dream of things
Bindings and straps that liberate me, echoes of rising passion ring
He would deliver unto me an indelible mark upon my skin
Not in the...
994 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 8:34pm
30th Apr 2014 8:34pm
4 Letter Word for 500
Poets write of, in profound and descriptive glory.
Balladeers sing of, in touching musical story.
It’s different for all and yet the same.
A blissful igniting of the passionate inner flame
A calming kaleidoscope of colors, that leaves you craving more.
The essence of legends and subject of lore
A peaceful remembrance in sweet and languid rapture
Fools and intellects alike, often rush to capture
A burning hot fire that can feed the spirit;
Or consume and control those who are in it.
A pure pleasure for those fortunate enough to genuinely feel;...
Balladeers sing of, in touching musical story.
It’s different for all and yet the same.
A blissful igniting of the passionate inner flame
A calming kaleidoscope of colors, that leaves you craving more.
The essence of legends and subject of lore
A peaceful remembrance in sweet and languid rapture
Fools and intellects alike, often rush to capture
A burning hot fire that can feed the spirit;
Or consume and control those who are in it.
A pure pleasure for those fortunate enough to genuinely feel;...
883 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 8:54pm
29th Apr 2014 8:54pm
Shackles of a Darker Love
Be still my rapid beating heart
Quell my ragged breath
Shush the moans that are pulled from my throat
With hooded lids hide the desire from my eyes
He commands and I must respect
Final release is in the waiting
Lashes like ripples of ecstasy across my skin
Shackles of a darker love at my wrists
Pain, fear and longing, a distinctive scent is in the air
He demands and I must obey
Whispered words and demonstrations of elicit delight
Threaten to make me lose control
His willing slave of desire
No longer able to hold back, I beg
He relents...
Quell my ragged breath
Shush the moans that are pulled from my throat
With hooded lids hide the desire from my eyes
He commands and I must respect
Final release is in the waiting
Lashes like ripples of ecstasy across my skin
Shackles of a darker love at my wrists
Pain, fear and longing, a distinctive scent is in the air
He demands and I must obey
Whispered words and demonstrations of elicit delight
Threaten to make me lose control
His willing slave of desire
No longer able to hold back, I beg
He relents...
862 reads
12 Comments
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