In the dim where shadows twist and play,
Surrender reveals the depth of the display.
Bound by trust, the body’s tender thread,
In the heat of passion, the soul is spread.
Pain becomes pleasure, a fiery embrace,
Each lash, each touch, a pulse to chase.
The sting, a sweet torment that shatters the mind,
Releases the hold, leaving all else behind.
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Poetry
In moonlit waves, her voice does soar,
A mermaid’s song, forevermore,
Sailors’ hearts, to the ocean floor.
Beneath the stars, her melody weaves,
A haunting tune, of lost dreams grieves,
Echoing through the ocean’s sleeves
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Poetry
In the race of life, on dirt tracks we tread,
Sprint cars roaring, dreams ahead.
But nothing lasts forever, we know too well,
Even with our best, tales to tell.
Your efforts, they’re valiant, but sometimes they fray,
Sickness strikes, clouds our day.
And as the engine sputters, our spirits low,
We’re reminded: life’s a fleeting show.
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Poetry
Stallion’s Storm
I crave the thrill of spanking you today,
Not for mischief, but for your gentle way,
I want to pull you over my knee,
Even if you playfully protest,
“Spank me, touch me, use me,” you confess.
I lift the sundress I chose with care,
To expose your bare ass for my stare,
My strikes are not meant to hurt or bruise,
But to redden and sting, with love’s infuse,
Swats of desire, lust, and pleasure, in fuse.
Upon the river’s gentle flow, they glide,
A dominant and submissive side by side.
Beneath the sun’s warm, dappled light,
They journey forth, their spirits alight.
But hark! A transgression breaks the peace,
And the dominant’s command, now must release.
They pull the canoe to the river’s side,
Where whispered secrets and shadows abide.
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Poetry
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got consent,
In the groove of our moves,
where the night is spent.
Click, clack, tap, snap, respect’s where it’s at,
Every touch, every thrill, needs that mutual hat tip.
In a tower tall, by the ocean’s roar,
The lighthouse keeper tends his light,
His lady alluring, a submissive true,
Their D/S bond, a beacon bright.
With each command, she finds her place,
Submitting willingly, without strife,
In his dominance, she finds her grace,
Their love ignites, a flame for life
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Poetry
In shadows cast by harsh critique’s light,
Whispers of judgment, silent and slight,
Yet in self-love, I find my might.
Embracing truths, unapologetically free,
My essence, not confined to others’ decree,
In defiance, I blossom, proud as can be.
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Poetry
In BDSM’s realm, Beyond Mere Delight,
Transcends the flesh, a psyche’s flight.
Psychology intertwines with flesh’s touch,
A dance of minds, where desires clutch.
Intimacy blooms in depths we’ve sought.