Hello Rocco
No i am not dominant i am naturally submissive. The captilization is purely habit. I guess i should change it.
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Really? I write lots but don't have too much confidence in my work - its sort of become a secret of mine - lol deep and dark, you can draw the obvious analogies. (wink) I have published a few on Lush in BDSM stories I think. I write better than I drive the computer so I never know quite where I am! You have encouraged my creative juices. I shall write some more. Thankyou.
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Thankyou Curious. I liked your poem too. I love to write erotic poetry, but its not a genre I can share with everybody in my vanilla circles. (smile).
The Collar
She knelt before him
Subdued
Scarlet cloth
Blood red
Against
Snowy flesh
Pricked and bleeding
Tightened bodice
Binding
Breasts bursting
source of natures
sustenance
she clings
heaving
the Black Lord’s
disdain
His chalice
His vessel
His wordly
possession.
Saphire eyes
Black lashed
Pleading
Seek his depths
Pale arms
Purple stained
In their binding
Held
In exquisite
Embrace
Her face
Tortured desire
Narrow necked
Offering
To
Him
Completeness
Of body
Tenure
Of
Soul
The symbol
In his strong
Hands
Braced and ready
And she
Aroused
In worship
Silently accepting
The bountiful gift
Encircling
White throat
She gasps
The clasp
Eternal
Locked
No more herself
But for
Him
His acolyte
His adoring slave
The Collar
She knelt before him
Subdued
Scarlet cloth
Blood red
Against
Snowy flesh
Pricked and bleeding
Tightened bodice
Binding
Breasts bursting
source of natures
sustenance
she clings
heaving
the Black Lord’s
disdain
His chalice
His vessel
His wordly
possession.
Saphire eyes
Black lashed
Pleading
Seek his depths
Pale arms
Purple stained
In their binding
Held
In exquisite
Embrace
Her face
Tortured desire
Narrow necked
Offering
To
Him
Completeness
Of body
Tenure
Of
Soul
The symbol
In his strong
Hands
Braced and ready
And she
Aroused
In worship
Silently accepting
The bountiful gift
Encircling
White throat
She gasps
The clasp
Eternal
Locked
No more herself
But for
Him
His acolyte
His adoring slave
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The Gift
What fine gift shall I give to thee?
That thou canst cherish
Thine eyes doth see
Gold and trinkets I give thee not
For shallow gifts
Thou hast got
Tis wordly goods thou dost disdain
To seek instead
A deeper gain
Tis in my soul that thou shalt find
Tribute for thee
And repose of mind
In dutiful homage
On bended knee
Mine eyes castdown
I give to thee
Bounded body and shackled mind
Uncommon love
Thou wilt ne’er find
I pray thee master
as I bend low
In humble curtsey thou shalt know
Mine only gift to thee can be
My body and soul -
I give thee
Me
What fine gift shall I give to thee?
That thou canst cherish
Thine eyes doth see
Gold and trinkets I give thee not
For shallow gifts
Thou hast got
Tis wordly goods thou dost disdain
To seek instead
A deeper gain
Tis in my soul that thou shalt find
Tribute for thee
And repose of mind
In dutiful homage
On bended knee
Mine eyes castdown
I give to thee
Bounded body and shackled mind
Uncommon love
Thou wilt ne’er find
I pray thee master
as I bend low
In humble curtsey thou shalt know
Mine only gift to thee can be
My body and soul -
I give thee
Me