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Bobkgin -> BDSM Poetry (9/9/2007 9:25:48 AM)
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Haiku: a poem of three lines, the first and third line containing 5 syllables and the second line containing 7 syllables.
Haiku Story: a series of haikus that tell a story.
It's been almost a year since I wrote these. Feel free to write your own or add your own piece of BDSM poetry.
Each of the following attempts to capture the essence of some aspect of BDSM:
Seal of Approval
Standing by the fire
Her hunger baking slowly
Her nipples like ice
Slowly she is turned
To face the glowing embers
Her face glowing red
Her legs spread apart
An icicle dripping dew
Falling to the floor
Her breasts heaving fast
Each breath an ache, steaming forth
And slowly she turns
Hot wax, needles cold
Piercing, cooking, freezing her
Muzzled she is still
She is turned again
No release from the searing
An iron, white-hot steel
Her eyes stained with sweat
The glowing seal approaches
Flesh quivering now
The flames dance again
She cannot move a muscle
Once more she is turned
Piercing scream escapes
No gag could deny her this
Marks her for all time
Icicle melted
White steel has dimmed to blackness
Shivering darkness.
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Fog and Tree
Wrists cuffed and chained high.
Breasts pendulous and exposed.
The branch bears her weight.
Ankles hug the trunk.
rough bark against her smooth skin.
Her buttocks scraped raw.
A sinuous fist
embedded deep inside her,
turning and churning.
Moans fill the forest
gutteral, ephemeral.
Drool escapes the gag.
Thorns sip her nipples.
Bright red, her milk flows from her,
roses still attached.
The blooms' scent ascends.
Perfume choking her nostrils,
overwhelming her.
Thoughtless she is now,
overcome with sensations.
Her eyes unfocused.
Her hips pulsating,
seeking to release her dew,
to drip down his arm.
Gone that sly old snake,
leaving her panting for more.
Begging, pleading "More"
But the fog moves in,
cold and wet is its embrace.
Laughter echoing.
She awaits his return,
hair in ringlets, dripping wet.
No release just yet.
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Anticipation
Silence opens her
Darkness surrounds her mind's eye
Senses suspended
Curious desire
Her heart pounds unceasingly
What is he doing?
Isolated dread
Overcomes her intensely
Not knowing what's next
A floorboard creaks now
To the left? No. To the right.
Was that him or not?
Her breath is ragged
Sweat is dripping from her thighs
Juices flow within.
Draft upon her neck
Or was that his breath she felt?
Where has he gone to?
Hour after hour waiting
Never knowing when he'll come
And touch her again.
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A Kiss
A quiet night, you
and I sharing the moonlight.
The stars majestic.
Wrapped in our blanket.
Arms around you, your head rests
upon my warm chest
We look up and dream.
Nights of passion, nights of peace
together always.
I whisper to you
and you close your eyes and smile,
content in our world.
A flicker of light
casting magic upon us.
Love our only truth.
Tonight and all nights,
we belong to each other.
A kiss seals our fate.
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By The Fire
Darkened room, fire light.
The crackle of wood burning.
Skin reflecting flame.
Touching, being touched.
Passionate senses adrift.
An endless caress.
Merging forms flow
neither beginning nor end.
Only here and now.
Golden threads entwined
Joining heart to heart in love
Beyond reckoning.
Possessed and yielding
Quenching both hunger and thirst
She gives willingly.
Overpowering
Strength, he presses his challenge
to overwhelm her.
She whispers her love.
He growls as a wolf to prey
And pushes harder.
Melting with the heat
They fuse together, bonded.
The beast and beauty.
Again and again
Till only embers are left
E'er Love grants them rest.
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Snow
Thick the snow does fall.
Virgin white covers the land.
All traces vanish.
The river still runs,
Darkened by a clouded sky.
Grey simplicity.
The trees bowed under
the weight of their cold burden.
Holding up the sky.
Fox sniffing the air.
The trembling deer pass by
Then stillness returns.
Each snowflake unique.
Yet they blend together well.
Try picking out one
Amongst the many.
For only one is needed
To satisfy me.
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Bast
She purrs on my lap
Her hair, silken, her tail, touching
Her eyes, contentment.
Her claws sharp, kneading,
Her paws open and shut, soft,
Her tongue licks my thigh
Fingers trace her ears.
Running the line of her spine
She arches her back
A graceful motion
as she settles in again
and samples my flesh.
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Gaia and Ouranos
Within the darkness
The fog gathers in the trees
Cold and wet it is.
Like a dampened cloak
It wraps around our bodies
Our fire sputters out.
Flesh clings together
We huddle in the deep wood
Lost and forgotten.
Yet the emptiness
cannot take away from us
the joy of our love.
Gaia, Ouranos
Ever touching, ever cold
Never divided.
The fruit of the one
Enshrined for all time by the
one who sees all things.
O Blessed mother
Who brings such joy to the world
You are Love's pleasure.
O Blessed father
You who stirs the wind and rains
Breathe Life into us.
Passions are kindled
The fire leaps high with new life
And love restores us.
Stills the shivering
and quickens our beating hearts
our lips touch again.
Fingers touch our skin
nerves quivering, muscles pull
sensing no danger.
We blend together
one being made whole again
You and I are we.
And throughout the night
our bodies joined together
Our love grows brighter.
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Stag and Doe
Stag stands proud beneath
the limbs of Spruce and Cedar.
Earthy smells abound.
The floor is barren
but for twigs and fallen leaves.
Silent but for birds.
Sunlight filters through
the branches of Maple and Elm.
Oak towers above.
Mouse and Vole scatter
as Stag approaches the glade.
Magnificent rack.
Head held high, antler
hard as bone, soft as velvet.
Earth beneath, yielding.
Scent of sweet grass, dew,
the air is still and quiet.
Flowers give fragrance.
Doe drinks from a spring.
Water gurgles clean and cold,
inviting her tongue.
Ears pricked and alert.
No sound of danger warns her
of Stag’s watchful eyes.
Stag enters the glade.
Blades of grass part company,
bending in respect.
His stare upon her,
she feels her fate approaching.
Glorious, she leaps.
Doe darts to and fro
seeking a way to escape.
Stag begins the chase.
The forest beckons.
Thorns claw and pull at her flesh.
Heedless she runs on.
Brambles grasp her feet
throwing her down amongst them.
Stag rears above her.
No escape for Doe.
She yields to Stag her freedom
her tongue, inviting.
Forest glade, Stag and Doe,
intertwining, hard and soft.
Earthy smells abound.
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Sun and Moon
Crimson-hued sun sets.
Streams of clouds are set ablaze.
Azure sky darkens.
Fires lit, one by one.
Wisps of smoke from chimneys fly.
Stars sparkle overhead.
Leaves dance with the wind.
Their restless rustling music
to call forth the moon.
And the cold white orb
stands majestic and serene,
calling to the stars.
Though we be apart,
when we look upon this sky
we are together.
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