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.

Sometimes…

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Sometimes…sometimes, I want to be your everything.

Sometimes…sometimes, I want thoughts of me to stop you in your tracks.

Sometimes…sometimes, I want you to forget yourself, because you are remembering me and the touch and taste of my skin.

Sometimes…sometimes, I want to be all you can see.

Sometimes…sometimes, I want you to be consumed by me and us and ours.

Just sometimes.

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.

There’s a moment…

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There’s a moment

A beat

An insignificant pause

When my mind unravels

And becomes wholly yours

There’s a caveat

A limit

A distinct silent wall

When I lose myself completely

And my knees hit the floor

There’s a crescent

A shift

A change in the pace

When my body responds

And my senses just taste

There’s a rush

An engulfment

A heart pounding quake

When my breath is all gone

And my legs start to shake

There’s a flicker

An ember

A slow burning flame

When I hear nothing but silence

Until you say my name

There’s a hunger

A craving

An untamed desire

When I crash to your depths

And my soul sets on fire

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.

Sweet Agony

BDSM, Erotic Poetry, Poems, Poetry

When you play with the line between pleasure and pain
The torture and ecstasy, again and again
My spirit is willing, my soul’s for the taking
My mind’s not my own, my body is shaking
Like ripples on water, you tease at your will
Make me rise like the tide as you take your fill
Complete me, consume me, then leave me to crave
Unnerving desire; your good little slave

The slap and the bite, the sting and the ache
The burning, the quenching; what music you make
With your touch, and your taste, and your words in my ear
Leave me wanting, and wanton, and euphoric with fear
In the juxtaposition, in the light and the dark
On my mind and my body, leave no question, leave your mark
The crescendo you weave is engraved on my soul
Take my all, take my everything, take me once, take me whole

A Poem for a Monday Morning…

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Her fingers curl around its warmth.
Her mouth moves in, gliding along its smooth edge.
Hot and wet, she tastes the sweet nectar,
Letting the liquid caress her lips and tongue,
Sucking gently; her mind, still; her body, at peace.

She’s waited all morning for this,
Since she opened her eyes first thing, she has anticipated this very moment.
Now she savours every second of it.
Willing it not to end…praying that she doesn’t finish it too quickly,

And come to the end of her cup of tea.

😉 Happy Monday x