His hands are at once soft and hard
The fine fur on the them draws my touch
His grip is gentle as his love is felt
A caress across my skin excites the flesh
Until I’m crazed and wound into a frenzy
Then his hands become something more
Controlling and dominating me
Hard and unforgiving in their relentlessness
A victim to their command, I am powerless
Hypnotically they move me
Touching and guiding, taking their due
Until I am completely rapt
Every word drips from my lips
Into a sieve and squeezes through
To a jumbled mess at the bottom
Of a life sized bowl of alphabet soup.
From my vantage over the quagmire
I feel like the 50 Foot Woman
With arms as long as bridges and
Legs and thighs that go on for days.
My bikini is vast and my cleavage
Is the Grand Canyon.
But still the words dribble out of my lips
And float like clouds instead
Of falling with the weight of pearls.
The crowds filling the landscape
Around my feet have no fear
Of my words crushing them
And yet they stare up
At the expanse of my sex
Hungry.
Mr. D has found his voice and it speaks to me. He speaks of us and of the world and the lifestyle. I marvel at his depth and am thrilled to be on this journey with him.
Thank you
Definitions
Stereotypes
Labels
Juxtaposed meanings
Personal preferences
Inalienable rights
Fishbowl life
Societal denigration
Why do they care?
It is our lot; not theirs
I choose kink and color
Sans conservative drab
Rope, cuffs, chain, restraints
Spanking, dripping, lascivious, sex
Power exchange, dominant, Daddy
Creative contact – bonded in purpose
Roles defined, adherence demanded
Committed in purpose
Submit to me and be free
Take flight in our connection
You are mine by our consummation
Fire and ice; pleasure and pain
Demands made of each other
Never to be sullied or cheapened
I love your trust
Am honored by you
Humbled in my role
Daddy thanks his Baby Girl
July 1, 2014
Occasionally, I will post my Dominant’s writings as well as my own. I want to see the progression through time and feel how the emotions of the two sides of this lifestyle mix.
Future Doors
The present is but a moment in time
It is now and then gone
To be cogent and aware of this moment
At the peril of the future is tantamount to failure
Decisions, like forks in the road
Forever changing outcomes
Desire driven dreams fuel motion
Permeating the grey of the unknown with purpose
Change is inevitable
Drive creates opportunity
Dreaming of the new
Opening paths to imagination
Burgeoning inspiration
My dreams are rampant
Ideology intact, I charge forward
Opening doors and surveying all that can be
Doors… to your soul
To our future together
To dreams undreamt
My Muse, my inspiration
Pulse quickens
Hope springs
Imagination soars
The future seems bigger than life…
June 30, 2014
My Love chose to respond to my poetry with his own poetry. I am going to post his work on my site as well. I feel that when one Muse sparkles a Muse in return, the two should be shared together.
There is a soreness on my body
Where you marked me and claimed me as yours
There is a smile on my lips
Where the mark of your presence resides
There is a lightness in my heart
Where I can feel the mark of your warmth spreading
There is a space in my bed
Where I feel your mark now belongs
There is a place in my mind filled with thoughts of you
Where I am marked with possibilities and ache for more
6/9/2014
Enigmatic Amor 