I don’t just want…

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Poetry, Fetish, Poetry, Sex, Submission

I dont just want you to touch me,
I need to feel your hands.

I don’t just want you to spank me,
I need every sting that lands.

I don’t just want you to kiss me,
I need devouring with your lips.

I don’t just want you to taste me,
I need savouring with each lick.

I don’t just want you to fuck me,
I need you from the inside out.

I don’t just want you to want me,
I need you to need me, with no doubt.

When you let me take the lead…

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Poetry, Poems, Poetry, Submission

When I’m not submissive

When you let me take the lead

When you trust that I can give you

What it is you truly need

When I’m on my knees and at your feet

And yet, I’m in control

And you watch me savour every inch

You watch me take you whole

On my terms, in my own time

Just enjoying every taste

So slowly, so precisely

No speed, no rush, no haste

I acknowledge that you’ve made a choice

To let me see you bare

To not take your pleasure from me

But to hand it to me there

When I watch your eyes grow darker

When I see you reach that point

When you relinquish all your power

And my mouth and throat, anoint

How ironic, that I have the reins

But you still have the power

Because the truth is, I could worship you

From on my knees for hours

Her Submission

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Poetry, Erotica, Submission

The moonlight danced for her and when she spoke, the birds stopped to listen.

When the sunlight touched her, it turned to gold and whole oceans could rise if you whispered her name.

Her touch could ignite fires and a kiss from her lips could start wars.

If only she knew the power she possessed.

She could stop the world turning if she just raised her hand.

But instead, she knelt. Before him.

She bowed her head and held out her hands.

And he watched her, silently offer herself to him, body and soul.

He bound her wrists and led her; and she followed.

He recognised her surrender.

And he knew there was more power in that than all the sunlight, moonlight, birdsong, ocean, fire, and war in this world.

So he protected it. He nurtured it.

He owned her.

But she possessed him.

The Submissive’s Lament (or An ode to the guys who hit on subs in bars)

BDSM, Erotic Poetry, Kink, Poems, Poetry, Sex

Oh Hunny….

Oh hunny, you want to play with me?
But I’m not like those other girls, you see.
My tastes are somewhat experimental,
I don’t like it soft, I don’t want it gentle.
I like it fast, I like it rough,
Oh, I see, you haven’t heard enough?
Yes, I know, I’m quite intriguing,
“A sub, you say?” But, that’s quite misleading.
See, you’ve read 50 Shades of Grey,
and you think you know how I like to play.
But that, my friend, is a work of fiction.
I like a Dom with some conviction.
Yeah, you can pin me down, you can spank my arse,
you can even make it hard and fast.
But can you make me want you?
Can you make me need you?
Can you make me crave and yearn to please you?
And with a single look, with a subtle tease,
can you have me begging on my knees?
Can you worship my body with all of your being
and give me the pain I’m so desperately needing?
No, you can’t. I know, life’s just not fair.
You want to play, but you’re a little scared.
Well, I don’t need scared; I need firm, I need strong.
I need everything everyone’s told you is wrong.
What’s that? I’m twisted? I’m fucked up? A slut?
I’m none of those things…Well, I’m all of them, but,
I’m a playground, and you’re just not equipped to play.
So, thanks for the drink, but I’ll be on my way.

Take A Walk

BDSM, Erotic Poetry, Kink, Poems, Poetry, Sex

Take a walk inside my mind before you wander round my body.

Earn my trust and know my strength if you intend to own me properly.

Let me know that I am wanted before I give myself completely.

When you touch me, make me feel it, make me want more, make me need it.

Take me gently before you hurt me; touch my soul then give me pain.

Restrain me just to free me, show me all the things I crave.

I will be a willing vessel; I will give you all that’s mine,

If I’m wanted. If I’m needed. If you’re there inside my mind.

Do you want to…?

BDSM, Erotic Poetry, Erotica, Kink, Poems, Poetry

Can you see me from up there?
Do you know what I’m about?
Do you want to bite the apple?
Do you want to call me out?
Do you want to bend and twist me?
Push me? Bind me? Break me? Then…
Do you want to put the pieces back together once again?
Do you think that you can offer me everything you know I need?
I’m down here, waiting, for you, Sir.
You’ll find me on my knees.

He Touched Me

Erotic Poetry, Poems, Poetry

He touched me
Nowhere significant
His hand on top of mine
A simple gesture of attentiveness, a sign that he was listening.

He touched me
Nowhere significant
His arm around my shoulder
A subtle sign that he would protect me, that I was safe with him

He touched me
Nowhere significant
A hand on the small of my back
An esoteric mark of ownership, a reminder that he would guide me

He touched me
Nowhere significant
A hand brushing the side of my cheek
A symbol of his affection, a gesture of his adoration

So when he touched me
And it was significant
I already knew