I limped along the well trodden path
of a journey cloaked in ashen mist.
No stone touched nor turned,
a curtain call stumble,
within a behemoth of a lesson.

Crumbling marble tumbles
from the ivory tower
of illusion’s self-grandeur.
Upon weathered feet
they explode,
like bombs from a fighter jet.

In the blink of lost vitality,
the mist parts seductively
and the heavens open up.

From behind the lifted veil
of moistened haze
steps inner-beauty personified
to take my hand within hers.

The caressing interlude
of being in Love’s wake
casts a spiritual bounty
upon my harvested soul.

The smile of her majestic majesty,
draped by vanilla tresses,
illuminates the road less traveled
that winds around my Heart’s
deepest desire.


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Ivory flesh knelt before her hungry surveying alliance
Piercing blue eyes grab hold and command obedience
Submissive emerald pools dart downward in compliance
Tawny locks gripped, conveying her expected expedience

Wanton flesh stained pinkly in response to her defiance
Dusky tips throb hotly as clamps apply their tension
Electric sparks caress her as she signifies reliance
The scent of sweet desire demanding comprehension

Palm placed on upper back drives face into carpet floor
Oak handled, ten-inch leather strap taunts secreting skin
With its long, slow feathery drag up the length of His wh0re
Ample cheeks marked red as owned, as playtime begins

Submissive rounded backside offered up in true perfection
Leather tongue’s wicked caress entice fiery anticipation
Master's teasing stimulates His s1ut's complete subjection
As quivering shudders mutely plead for full participation

Wolfen nails dig and rake down cambered salacious back
Stiff manhood guided by left hand taunts silken lips wet
Right arm swings up to the heavens spanking ass with a crack
Circling length forces way into molten haven as reality slips

Involuntary spasms of her fevered clenching and release
Reaction to His stinging hand and penetrating will
Dichotomy of slave-thoughts and passion brings no peace
To compliment His thrusting or maintain surrender still

Hands grip and pull fleshy hips into a violent crash
Perspiring bodies ache for passion’s ultimate release
Rhythm’s pace screams concerto’s pounding panache
With each pummeling silky thighs bruising increases

A single instant's pause within her passage of delight
Power exchanged totally as He relinquishes the fight
In maelstrom of combined release, their roles are redefined,
Returning to reality as their world is realigned.


Ok J abit of what you were talking about?

hmmm, s & m
sounds like you know of which you write

I can and do write about anything and everything though D/s more so then s & m. Thank you pkd

I stand corrected.

Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!

That's what I'm talking about!

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