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Righting The Rules


There's softness to the edges
where my desire for righteous pain
plays at the cusp of your patience
willingness, incarnate

Exploring boundaries is my pure release
a wormhole to wonderland
tumbling topsy turvy by design
realities of normal, being in the eye of the beholder

You, understand perfectly
Why I sometimes act like I do... with you
Why I crave your divine discipline
in our very particular way
reveling excitedly how it's only your
specific administering of,
which affects the deepest parts of me

You know without judgement,
exactly why
I
push
and
I
push
and
I
push
your buttons,
arising in each of us
a calling we were meant to answer

I love how you allow me to almost
appear in control
when we both know
that it's anything but

That knowledge,
is almost enough
to immediately procure me
on hands and knees
earnestly begging
by fiery stare
for all that your own secret fantasies
have ever dreamed to dare

I think of you,
your brand, our brand of playtime
and what it will elicit from my body
[while sharpening my mind]
as I dreamily (and purposely)
leave my hair clipped up
(knowing the requirement is leaving it down)
I especially start to struggle
with waves of anticipation
as I try to hide my latest tattoo
which you last reminded me
was to be something we both discussed first
and beforehand.
Oh how I wickedly smile,
biting my lower lip
as if to quickly sample
pain mixed with pleasure
in the very moment
that anticipation swells to a tantalizing peak

I can smell our combined essences,
It's a petrichor of
life altering sense memory— an affirmation
making it almost impossible to think clearly
as desire ripples and roars
testing my resolve as it tears
through every single part of my body

I once told you
that my ability to obey—
to become what we both seek
(like you require and like I have searched for)
is largely based upon
how I'm dealt with
when I'm 'behaving badly'
I don't ever want to have to explain myself
in soul crushing tedious repetition
In fact, in my eyes
nothing could be worse
or less attractive

It's the intuitive nature
of your epicly masterful mind,
quick wit that charms and intrigues
combined with our shared delicacy
of distinct thoughtfulness;
care and longing
in how we chose to live.
Understanding
the value of being seen
and acutely accepted.
Coming together
through the sweet rapture of tears
bravely falling down my cheeks or
the way my sobs squeak out
with each hoarse begging plea of release
accompanied by your alluring laugh
as you ignore my cries
and continue the task at hand -
inching us towards transcendence

Striving for that bit of unexplored unknown
tamping down fears
trusting you(us) to push me past where it was
I thought I could handle
and into a whole new universe—
our new realm of exquisite existence

Rewriting together
what could be possible...



into what is.





Written by Bluevelvete
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