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cslayer1984

Her...

A poem about someone special

Her hairflowing and fragrant;A field of lavenderswaying under the wind of my breathHer eyes,mysterious and deep;An ocean so grand,Twenty Thousand Leagues with just one glance.Her lips,soft and delicious;Champagne and strawberriestasted in every kiss.Her voice,melodic and seductive;The harps of angelsdraining my worries with their embrace.Her skin,colorful and delicate;The finest of artdiscovered amongst the touch of each...

ChrissieLecker

Cruel Wednesdays

A wicked, beautiful, irresistible stranger turns our heroine's Wednesdays into heaven and hell.

I couldn’t have not noticed her, I realize that in hindsight. The moment my eyes encountered her, though, the fascination acted like a switch to my young brain and disrupted all the circuits but the primal ones. You’d have noticed her too, had you been in my place. Among the sea of hectic tourists in their garish outfits, she was like an epiphany. Huge, dark eyes that appeared to look right into a different world, above h...

ChrissieLecker

Eve Of My Destruction

A long, modern ballad about absolute devotion

Eve.Three short letters flowing perfectly together,to shape into expressions of pure admiration,when their owner glided - not just walked -throughout the office, long hair swayingsoftly and in time with every measured step. Her designer dresses covered little,and shapely legs, they tightened and relaxedupon thrones of sparkling high heeled sandalswith cat-like grace and for all eyes to see. The sharp, loud echoed clip-cla...

Soleillalune

Look Into The Mirror

She sat in the dark, Waiting by a window, Longing for him, Lost in lonely  sorrow. She hears The key in the lock, The creak of the door, The step of his walk. Her breath quickens; Awaiting his touch, The sound of his breath, The heat of his voice. He is standing behind her, She feels his breath. He waits for her. Waiting For her breath to fall into sync. With each breath,  His energy flows thru her channels, Tension slowl...

SubmissiveMistress

Absolution

A poem I wrote in the afterglow of a wonderful night.

I am so far gone My terrifying respect for you deepens Keeping my eyes from meeting yours You are reclined like a lion Ready to devour your suicidal prey You are my divine dichotomy Two parts in a single soul a wretched beast a Dionysian lover You punish and adore me Drawing blood with your nails Forcing my mouth until tears run the look on your face as you savor them You insult me And in these moments I love you impossib...

gill4

Simplest Love

If the simplest love were a spice, My love for you would be a sumptuous buffet Leading you to forget that you were ever hungry.If the simplest love were a color, My love for you would be a vast rainbow Which would illuminate your path to joy.If the simplest love were a tone,My love for you would be an orchestraThat would play the soundtrack of your heart.If the simplest love were a flower,My love for you would be an everl...

Piquet

Her Portrait

Inspired by the work of Lucinda Lyons with a nod to Swinburne.

In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and tender And colours of thunderous tone. Her eyes bespeak wisdom and knowing, Her face; enigmatic and ever serene With tresses luxuriant, flowing To realms of delight yet un...

nivek_88

Senses

My first poem, feedback is greatly appreciated.

To see you is a reward for my eyes,the dimples in your cheeks and the smile you always wear,your shimmering eyes and long flowing hair,and a nice firm body that'll give any man a riseTo hear you would be music to my ears,an angelic voice that holds so much passion,the way you laugh with such incredible fashion,powerful enough to soothe even the worst of my fearsTo touch you means a gift for my hands,your smooth silky skin...

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Peter242

Mrs. Denver

Mrs. Denver, the Academy Principal, uses discipline as an educational tool

Charlotte, 25 years old, is the secretary to the Principal and gasped as she watched in awe the cane strike the bottom of the unfortunate student. Her pussy also shuddered and her knickers became so wet at the regular sound of the whoosh of the cane. The caning was being given by her boss, the lady she so fancied, the Principal, Mrs. Denver. Stern faced Mrs. Denver is Principal of what is known locally as the Crammer’s Ac...