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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.


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.



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.


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.


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.

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.



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.



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.


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.


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.


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.



When all is said and done, what will you regret?

That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.
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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 9:44:03 AM   

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well done !!! great works, tY for sharing them.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 10:18:16 AM   

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Oh! The kinks You can think!

(sung to the tune of my favorite things)

Butt plugs and floggers and whips for the whipping,
Dildos and rabbits and gags for tongues slipping,
Paddles and clamps and chains that go cling,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the rope burns,
And the vibes hum,
And the blindfolds on,
i simply remember the kinks You can think,
And then i can feel so glad.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 10:26:41 AM   

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When all is said and done, what will you regret?

That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 10:35:57 AM   

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Wonderful work Bobkgin.  I LOVED BAST

I humbly present a few of my own written through the years.

Leather Angel
Secret dreams in leather bound
Circle of chain wound round and round.
Free the soul, to Heaven fly,
give the strap your heartfelt cry.
Earthen angel, take to wing.
Soul unbound, now may sing.



Liquid leather; fluid motion.
Dance the flames of spirit.
Bound by the strap,
Yet freed by the leash.
Let Her soar with the angels.
She is a diamond in sand;
Silk in leather and pearl
Queen among slaves.
Wild and Free.
An angel serving a devil;
She has fallen in love with Hell.

< Message edited by LdyScarletDomina -- 9/9/2007 10:36:31 AM >


"Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar." Scarlet O'Hara, Gone With The Wind

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 10:44:09 AM   

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excellent poems Scarlet, the first and last lines of "untitled" are exquisite.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 11:01:40 AM   

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I love the last two lines of "Untitled", Scarlet. And the rhythm of "Leather Angel" is very compelling.

Those are beautiful. I hope you'll share more.


When all is said and done, what will you regret?

That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 11:15:37 AM   

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lost love is never easy, but somehow in this lifestyle the bonds are even tighter and it manages to hurt even more when it doesn't work out or even worse...when it does and ends. This is a freestyle poem I wrote about such a love.

I loved you.

And yes, I still love you. I guess I always will. Somewhere. Deep in the heart of me. Way down in the places that I hide. Hide from others, and at times when I am lucky, hide from myself.

I loved you too much. I still love you too much. Still, even now, that I no longer exist to you. Still, even now, that I am not even a memory that haunts you in those eerie three a.m. moments, like you haunt me.

Those moments that bring back your smile, your face, the soft brush of your skin. Those moments that seduce me into memories of a love that I believed would never die. Could never die. Could not because it was not born of this earth, or so I thought, and at three a.m., in the darkest reaches of my delusions, in the chasms of my self-destruction, I can still believe, briefly. Briefly…yet long enough to inflict more suffering. Suffering that I manage to elude in the brightness of the sun and the business of days, and on the nights of tiresome sleep that spare the three a.m. wake into the murky shadows of my own mind.

But on nights like tonight, when the demons have surfaced, and I once again have to face them in the muddy existence of my own illusions, I love you.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 11:24:50 AM   

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Some wonderful, WONDERFUL poetry here...*smiles*.  Thank you all for sharing!


I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. ~ Anais Nin

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 12:38:35 PM   

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These are a couple of excerpts from my daily blog:  Enjoy.


We speak of friction
as though it were fiction
but there is one who won't follow such ways
She sleeps through the light
and only comes out at night
for nothing excites her during the days
With a tongue made of fire
and a body of barb wire
she preys on her lovers like a shark
In leather she dresses
and with it suppresses
this mistress who calls herself "Dark"
She will enter your dreams
and course through your bloodstream
penetrating your soul with a kiss
Then she'll sip on champaigne
while you're suspended by chains
for only in Dark can you feel such bliss.

My Marionette

Suspended by string
she sways and she swings
to the song that I sing
unable to resist.

And though she may fight
I can see her delight,
a smile painted on bright
the lips I created, then kissed.

Though some may think I am small
for the way that I treat my doll,
making her struggle and crawl,
but here is the twist;

Though I may seem unkind
in the way I keep her confined,
she yearns to be intertwined
as she is restrained by the wrist.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 12:48:11 PM   

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I appreciate the sentiments, but George Lucas has a lot to answer for here, because everytime I read haiku, I hear Yoda's voice ......


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If you can't stand the heat... tell the chef to get out of the kitchen.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 12:51:41 PM   

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Set Me Free

Growing up so fast and knowing something is missing
Following everyones rules & being someone they all accept
Crying at night cos something is wrong
Something is not right and I feel so bound

Time slips by and I find him, he makes me open up
Then I discover I am not the person everyone wants to see
This is me, this is who I am, who I want to be
Time to ditch the lie and live to the full

He holds me tight and firm and ties the first knot
My breath catches as the excitement builds, happiness unmeasured
But now although I cannot move i strangely dont feel bound
With his love & open heart he has set me free

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 1:00:32 PM   

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Outsidezlines, Stylish, and BoundDragon:

Thank you.

I hope you'll choose to share more of your poetry.


When all is said and done, what will you regret?

That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 1:01:58 PM   

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Haiku are words bound
like a sub in rope, hope soon
Bobkgin gets laid!


I'm sorry, sometimes even I can't help myself.


"When you wake up, Pooh," said Piglet, "what's the first thing you say?"
"What's for breakfast? What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?"
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
"It's the same thing," he said.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 1:21:07 PM   

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The Mortgage Document

The glacier of time crawled slowly across the afternoon,
counterpoint to the sharp burn
she is laying across his back, there
in the secluded glen of her mind.
Anchored at her desk, pen in hand, the work she does
makes him writhe in exquisite torment. She drops the flogger
to pull his arms behind his back.
His elbows touch, a feat she has so far
been unable to accomplish outside the office.
The afternoon drones on.
She turns a page, gazing thoughtfully
at the signature on a mortgage document.
It's time for the knife on his chest.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 5:24:49 PM   

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If I can dream by Kelika
In my dreams, he touches me like no other man His rough fingertips grazing ever so slightly against strained nipples Head falling back as mouth parts with a slight moan Wanting…needing more

In my dreams, he runs his hand down my belly to my heated source My legs edge open, pleading without words as he brushes lightly my soft lips Biting down on my lip, my heavy eyelids struggle to look at him when he commands Wanting…needing more…but it’s hard to look

In my dreams, his fingers manipulate my lips open as the air cools me My cunt, dripping wet with desire as he simply traces around Hips tilting up as thighs open wider Wanting…needing more…but it’s hard to ask for it

In my dreams, he knows me well…dipping his fingers in my juices His thumb over my hardened clit as he inserts some fingers, slowly…teasing me A breathy and ragged voice escapes me as I moan and simply call out “Master” Wanting…needing more…begging for him to control me…all of me

In my dreams, his other hand moves to my hair, tugging it back so that I am forced to look at him His lips whisper in my ear as his hot breath sends chills up my spine He says to me “You are mine…you always have been and always will be” Wanting…needing to hear those words

In my dreams, I begin to cry as he wraps his strong arms around me He brushes my hair behind my ears as he rocks me and says both of us have always known it Tears streaming down my cheeks as my dream comes true Wanting…needing to be his, but afraid of rejection

In my dreams, He holds me close and says to me that I never have to fear giving myself to him He pulls back and kisses me, making my heart pound in my ear and my toes curl My body relaxes into him as I feel safe and secure…I whisper to him…”I’ve always been yours, Master” Wanting…needing…that thing that scares me the most can release me from this hell of not being with him.

Wanting…needing…to be owned…by him…even if only in my dream

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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. ~ Anais Nin

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 6:34:19 PM   

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You inspire me,
Unleash my creativity.
Unending drama
Has turned to passion.
Ardent fervor,
Desire all for you.
As I am surrounded by you,
Embraced by you.
I am tied to you,
Bound by you.
Invisible chains bind my soul --
My heart,
Until I cannot turn away,
I cannot disobey.



Question everything, try anything, do something.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 7:16:48 PM   

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Free from a Bubblegum World

Soft gag to blunt your words,
And sharpen your erotic lust.
Your eyes haunted by the suffering,
Your soul craves.

Fairy lights flicker in the darkness,
As you twist against the chains that,
Set you free from a bubblegum world,
While the blood pulses hard against your veins.

A rose for romance,
Boxed chocolate in a ribbon of cream,
Are for vanilla girls.
Your sweets are much more bitter.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/9/2007 7:35:08 PM   

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   I wrote this one some time ago... 
                          "Secret Passion"     
                          Secret passion
                Darker than the midnight sky                       Violent in it's beauty                She waits...Ravenous yet still                        Yielding to the One                        Captured by desire                Quiet fury scorches the core                Taking all...Demanding more      A surrendered will finds strength in frailty        Savage yearnings...Imagery unfulfilled                       Screaming in silence                      Pleading to be found            Taken by the One who unleashes                        Her secret passion            


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"I love you, Sir. You make my heart sing and my panties wet. What more could a girl ask for?" - hejira92

"And that's why it's good to be...Me." - Gene $immons

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 12:32:16 AM   

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Wow just wow what an amazing thread.............

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