BDSM Poems
#BDSM
BDSM poems, writing about role-playing or erotica related to bondage, discipline, dominance, submission and sadomasochism. This section contains adult poems about BDSM, therefore discretion is advised.
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
Today 8:31pm
Today 8:31pm
Screaming your name
Make me beg
Make me wait
I know, without a doubt
It will be worth it
Bound
Waiting
Craving
Aching
Mark my ass
Red...my favourite colour
Screaming your name
...Your favourite sound
Make me wait
I know, without a doubt
It will be worth it
Bound
Waiting
Craving
Aching
Mark my ass
Red...my favourite colour
Screaming your name
...Your favourite sound
#BDSM
#lover
53 reads
11 Comments
poetrician
Poem Published
Today 2:12pm
Today 2:12pm
bake my ache
you know you are heroin
a euphoria-dressed succubus
out in the light of day
luring eyes into dark alleyways
im an addict you know
weak to nearly all your magic
my knees buckle with just the whiff of your thoughts
you breed chronic helplessness
and it is beautiful
invite me into your little cave
with tiny walls and sharp teeth
to keep me like prey
for your rainy days of woe
stretch me on your canvas
and bake my ache
just so that you can see
the braise of who you be
a euphoria-dressed succubus
out in the light of day
luring eyes into dark alleyways
im an addict you know
weak to nearly all your magic
my knees buckle with just the whiff of your thoughts
you breed chronic helplessness
and it is beautiful
invite me into your little cave
with tiny walls and sharp teeth
to keep me like prey
for your rainy days of woe
stretch me on your canvas
and bake my ache
just so that you can see
the braise of who you be
#lust
#BDSM
32 reads
0 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:05pm
Yesterday 6:05pm
Ringmaster
The circus seems to be in town
And she goes in her evening gown
The Ringmaster gives her the eye
Until even clowns begin to cry
He takes her to his gilded cage
Exhibits his latent rage
He decides to let it rip
And brandishes his leather whip
But she is not one to be tamed
Nor allow herself to be thus shamed
The whip falls but she does not flinch
Not one to waver, give an inch
But she becomes part of the act
Losing her precious sense of tact
Her skin acquires a reddened glow
But what the hell, on with...
And she goes in her evening gown
The Ringmaster gives her the eye
Until even clowns begin to cry
He takes her to his gilded cage
Exhibits his latent rage
He decides to let it rip
And brandishes his leather whip
But she is not one to be tamed
Nor allow herself to be thus shamed
The whip falls but she does not flinch
Not one to waver, give an inch
But she becomes part of the act
Losing her precious sense of tact
Her skin acquires a reddened glow
But what the hell, on with...
#BDSM
#surreal
33 reads
12 Comments
cunnilover
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:37pm
Yesterday 4:37pm
BOUND TO ME
I stand before her as she is bound to me, I stand before her naked body, tied and twitching awaiting my crop to give that ass a whipping.
She is not mine and her love doesn’t escape him, but our sessions of sweaty bondage surely replace him.
Her legs spread before me, hands tied behind her, my crop strokes her wettest desires, I taste the stream of nervous sweat as it glides between her pointed breast.
Her stomach tightens, thighs shiver, my tongue sets course, destination, clitoral quiver.
My crop now rest firm between her thighs, pressed to the lips as she begs me to...
She is not mine and her love doesn’t escape him, but our sessions of sweaty bondage surely replace him.
Her legs spread before me, hands tied behind her, my crop strokes her wettest desires, I taste the stream of nervous sweat as it glides between her pointed breast.
Her stomach tightens, thighs shiver, my tongue sets course, destination, clitoral quiver.
My crop now rest firm between her thighs, pressed to the lips as she begs me to...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
64 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:24pm
Yesterday 2:24pm
the Sadist's bible
the artistry of you is hidden in tiny cracked rib fissures
testimonies of your lust
I covet the pain...corset the agony
performing each night in your theater of torture
I moan an operatic opus of pleasure
when you prove your love to me
orchid shaded bruises
only bloom in the darkness of your disdain
by the pale light of my trust...
Sadistic glory while I watch you transform
strangling poetry from my throat
you capture each word...hold it captive to your madness
tattoo each thought to my flesh ...
testimonies of your lust
I covet the pain...corset the agony
performing each night in your theater of torture
I moan an operatic opus of pleasure
when you prove your love to me
orchid shaded bruises
only bloom in the darkness of your disdain
by the pale light of my trust...
Sadistic glory while I watch you transform
strangling poetry from my throat
you capture each word...hold it captive to your madness
tattoo each thought to my flesh ...
#love
#lust
#BDSM
71 reads
11 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:00pm
Yesterday 2:00pm
He’s Got my Mind Twisted
#lust
#BDSM
#passion
83 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:51am
Yesterday 3:51am
Operation Punishment
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
130 reads
2 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 1:56am
21st Mar 2019 1:56am
Confined For Future Reference
#erotic
#BDSM
#sexy
118 reads
15 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Mar 2019 1:08am
20th Mar 2019 1:08am
Feminist Fable
Feminist Fable
The fern fronds wave like fleur de lis outside the glass door. I lift the steaming coffee cup to my moistened lips. I feel tears trickle like thawing ice water down my cheeks from the onions I just peeled.
My new friend from church, Carol knocks on the door. I feel my heart thump. I get up and let her in. She looks at me and brushes the tears from my face. She implores me, “What’s got you in such a funk girl?”
I reply, “Oh, it is just these onions they do it to me every time.”
Carol says, “Well let’s get out of the kitchen and go...
The fern fronds wave like fleur de lis outside the glass door. I lift the steaming coffee cup to my moistened lips. I feel tears trickle like thawing ice water down my cheeks from the onions I just peeled.
My new friend from church, Carol knocks on the door. I feel my heart thump. I get up and let her in. She looks at me and brushes the tears from my face. She implores me, “What’s got you in such a funk girl?”
I reply, “Oh, it is just these onions they do it to me every time.”
Carol says, “Well let’s get out of the kitchen and go...
#women
#men
#BDSM
#birthday
#feminism
37 reads
4 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
19th Mar 2019 12:20pm
19th Mar 2019 12:20pm
Walking on the Beach
#BDSM
#rhyming
#funny
80 reads
3 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
18th Mar 2019 11:38pm
18th Mar 2019 11:38pm
Jungle's Fen
#dark
#war
#BDSM #rhyming
#BDSM #rhyming
26 reads
2 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 11:59pm
16th Mar 2019 11:59pm
Surrender (Curtal Sonnet)
#love
#BDSM
#night
186 reads
17 Comments
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