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LEATHER
( a Sestina )
Mistress comes, he whimpers, on his back, naked,
Moist-eyed, face flushed, with fingers digging in.
Boot heels tap a cadence, I strut slowly 'round,
Expressionless, observing ev'ry gleaming curve,
Dragging studded belt down at My side, to brush
Polished wooden floor beneath his sweating form.
Causing him to twitch with each nerve of his form.
I stop to look down at his paleness, naked,
Vulnerable to be touched gently with a brush
Of leather-glove'ed hand, each finger tight in
A richly hand-stitched sheath that creaks as they curve
In shallow hollows of his rise, to wrap 'round.
The boy gasps, his heart leaps, his breath is a brush
Of exhalation catching, rapid loops 'round.
The moment, a balance of time held still, in
Increments of fervent looks and brows that form.
My crimson mouth, an oath, exposed and naked,
My serpent's lightning flying in a wide curve.
Its black stud leather flailing bites the naked,
More than the lack of clothing, to endure in
Sadist turnings of My corset body 'round,
To fling Myself against his spine's bare curve.
My fever's what he wants to serve with the brush
Of flame, to stoke fire's desire's form.
He presents himself to Me in willing curve,
To please Me, to reward him his joy, to brush
Aside his fear, for the love of the boy, naked.
For My pleasure of leather to come 'round,
With his hairless sex, and that perfect rare form,
He stifles a cry as my strappy slides in.
I've got him, I feel him, it shows on his face, to brush
Into sub space, his flight that weaves 'round,
Evokes bright flashes of galaxies to float in.
While Mistress leans in, hard-fucking his form,
My own space takes Me into him, naked.
He shudders & comes as I'm wrapped 'round his curve.
The circle's complete where a trust begins, to brush
Away the webs of doubt, to invoke a bond in
A life mystical, where W/we're free to be naked.
This is the first Sestina I've written.
Like the sonnet, the Sestina dates back to the Middle Ages,
was adopted by the Italian poets of the Renaissance (Dante and Petrarch),
and is often used by contemporary poets.
Mistress comes, he whimpers, on his back, naked,
Moist-eyed, face flushed, with fingers digging in.
Boot heels tap a cadence, I strut slowly 'round,
Expressionless, observing ev'ry gleaming curve,
Dragging studded belt down at My side, to brush
Polished wooden floor beneath his sweating form.
Causing him to twitch with each nerve of his form.
I stop to look down at his paleness, naked,
Vulnerable to be touched gently with a brush
Of leather-glove'ed hand, each finger tight in
A richly hand-stitched sheath that creaks as they curve
In shallow hollows of his rise, to wrap 'round.
The boy gasps, his heart leaps, his breath is a brush
Of exhalation catching, rapid loops 'round.
The moment, a balance of time held still, in
Increments of fervent looks and brows that form.
My crimson mouth, an oath, exposed and naked,
My serpent's lightning flying in a wide curve.
Its black stud leather flailing bites the naked,
More than the lack of clothing, to endure in
Sadist turnings of My corset body 'round,
To fling Myself against his spine's bare curve.
My fever's what he wants to serve with the brush
Of flame, to stoke fire's desire's form.
He presents himself to Me in willing curve,
To please Me, to reward him his joy, to brush
Aside his fear, for the love of the boy, naked.
For My pleasure of leather to come 'round,
With his hairless sex, and that perfect rare form,
He stifles a cry as my strappy slides in.
I've got him, I feel him, it shows on his face, to brush
Into sub space, his flight that weaves 'round,
Evokes bright flashes of galaxies to float in.
While Mistress leans in, hard-fucking his form,
My own space takes Me into him, naked.
He shudders & comes as I'm wrapped 'round his curve.
The circle's complete where a trust begins, to brush
Away the webs of doubt, to invoke a bond in
A life mystical, where W/we're free to be naked.
This is the first Sestina I've written.
Like the sonnet, the Sestina dates back to the Middle Ages,
was adopted by the Italian poets of the Renaissance (Dante and Petrarch),
and is often used by contemporary poets.
Published 9th Dec 2015
| Edited 2nd May 2017
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9th Dec 2015 7:33pm
Such beautiful imagery of power exchange, and a boy coming to terms with his place, and true nature. Thanks for sharing.
9th Dec 2015 9:32pm
Thank you dear for embracing the dynamics in the poem, it's good of you to let me know, it makes such a difference when a reader takes the time to do so. Btw, my first and immediate choice for the title was Leather, but runner-up would have been (Power)Exchange, something like that. Another thing I can appreciate is how well versed you apparently are when it comes to D/s. Thank you also for adding my first-ever Sestina to your RL.
9th Dec 2015 8:52pm
9th Dec 2015 10:53pm
Yes Geoff, I remember well. Your response alone made writing the poem in the first place worthwhile.
9th Dec 2015 10:34pm
Oh, that poem form's a challenge :-)! It's the first time I read about sestinas and I looked them up after I had read your sestina which I enjoyed a lot! Somehow this unique falling into place of the chosen words reminds me of a cascading waterfall. Motion is the keyword. Very impressive, Jade! And the content is hot :-)! I'll read it again. Now ..
9th Dec 2015 11:06pm
Ahh Ms Chi, it's lovely to see that you dropped by for a read. I know, the poetic form of Sestina always made me feel intimidated but now, I'm glad I finally took the plunge. The ripple effect of that gesture made it possible for you to look it up and now you are aware of this very intricate form. I love when it works out that way, don't you?
Oh yes yes, and the cascading waterfall affect, that's a very good way to describe the sensation. I kept feeling/seeing/mentally hearing that very sensation, hence the way it transformed the progression of the poem, the culmination of the actions tumbling and coming to rest in the final stanza (the envoi). I thank you, Ms Chi.
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Oh yes yes, and the cascading waterfall affect, that's a very good way to describe the sensation. I kept feeling/seeing/mentally hearing that very sensation, hence the way it transformed the progression of the poem, the culmination of the actions tumbling and coming to rest in the final stanza (the envoi). I thank you, Ms Chi.
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9th Dec 2015 11:40pm
Though the subject matter makes me cringe a little, I thought the language masterfully portrayed the excitement of such a scene. Well done.
11th Dec 2015 5:35am
The honor you offer me shows clearly how I was able to bring the scene to the embrace of your mind where imagination not only creates the cringe, but the art of that cringe. I hope this makes sense, for I'm most touched by what you've shared. Thank you so much, Moe.
10th Dec 2015 1:28am
Sestinas are so difficult to write. But i loved the way you carried this off. Well done
11th Dec 2015 5:40am
Thank you so much, dear. And yes, my first attempt at the form happened because I received encouragement from a number of DU folk who knew I wanted to try but didn't know if I could (due to being dyslexic). That support was enough to take the plunge as I call it. The results -- I've been overwhelmed (gratefully so) with everyone's response/reaction. Yours is another honor gratefully received.
10th Dec 2015 2:40am
Jade-Pandora, luv ~ :-*
You are magnificent here in all ways. I know not what to address first. Shall I mention how enamored I am with the undulating curve of this poem, almost an ouroboros continuously remaking and remade anew, its form fascinating to behold in each permutation?
Mayhap, I should focus on your splendor as Mistress exerting power and control, adeptly inspiring yearning submission...;-*
However I look at this, however I phrase it, I find such intricately woven tapestry, artistry.
You are magnificent here in all ways. I know not what to address first. Shall I mention how enamored I am with the undulating curve of this poem, almost an ouroboros continuously remaking and remade anew, its form fascinating to behold in each permutation?
Mayhap, I should focus on your splendor as Mistress exerting power and control, adeptly inspiring yearning submission...;-*
However I look at this, however I phrase it, I find such intricately woven tapestry, artistry.
Dearling, thank you --
when it concerns this poem, there's nothing more I could ever hope for after these words you've given me.
when it concerns this poem, there's nothing more I could ever hope for after these words you've given me.
11th Dec 2015 9:22am
26th May 2016 2:20am
What a beautiful reenvisioning of your work...
Stunning Jade...
I am still awe struck!
geoff
Stunning Jade...
I am still awe struck!
geoff
Thank you so much Geoffrey, I felt honored by your appreciation of my private reading.
-tig🐾
-tig🐾
