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Monday, April 28, 2008

Cresting The Waves Of Devotion

I need you
to silence me
to scold me
with a kiss, a caress, crack of the whip
when I can scarcely catch my breath
beneath that mist of salty sweat
beading down my marbled breast
glistening like those briny bubbles
cresting on the waves

I need you
to save me
with a candle with a flame
the wax falls where it may
let me tremble 'neath the pain
let me wriggle like a rattlesnake
sliding down beneath the wake
that valleys 'twixt the extasy
creasting on the waves

I need you
to enslave me
enrapture me
with but a whisper, with a whip
let it blister, let it rip
let it whistle till I slip
along the briny bubbles
cresting on the waves

Let the pain be shown in devotion
Crest me over the ebbing waves
Each strike a loving caress
Each mark the badge of love..

1 comment:

D'jierke (The One) said...

your wish is my command, m'lady. However, careful for what you ask for you just may get it.
Leather belts make pretty welts

That's Life

That's Life

The Master Of Her Domain

The Master Of Her Domain
There is One for everyone. The Master of my Domain is the axis in which my world spins. There shall only be but One. Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold......