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RE: poetry - 12/24/2008 10:07:15 PM   
persephonee


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RE: poetry - 12/24/2008 10:10:52 PM   
SteelofUtah


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Status: offline 		Yeah I told her I'd give her a Dollar fifty for her Virginity but only if I could have it right away.

She didn't really know what it was but wanted Icecream, SOoooooo

Best Buck Fifty I ever Spent..... except for that one time I had sex on the Table Hockey Machine. THAT was an AWSOME Buck Fifty. The Children Screaming was odd thought still best Buck fifty ever.

Steel

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RE: poetry - 12/24/2008 10:15:10 PM   
NefertariReborn


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there once was a girl from nantucket.....


Who said that she wanted to phucket (It's a sport I swear)


i swear it was " who let herself out in a bucket..." but i have no idea what that even means.


nope it's definitely "Who said that she wanted to phucket"  I remember it vividly.


yeah, well then what happens.......


She sat on a rock
To play with his kock (that's like a hockey stick kind of thing)
He said 3 points if you sucket.

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RE: poetry - 12/25/2008 4:49:52 AM   
agnostic


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Status: offline 		It's amazing how disgustingly mushy you can get when you're coming to the painful realization for the very first time ever that you are, in fact, a sub, and that it just can't be fought any longer...
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My days have been blessed with sweet dreams of contentment,
my nights with blissfully painful introspection.
Where I am going has yet to be seen;
where I am is Now, and with you.

What I desire is merely a longing;
I cannot expect it.
What I have, I must learn to desire
before I may move forward.
But with you I feel no standstill;
my growth and my contentment may blossom in harmony.

So many hours I have spent questioning,
shielding myself from an invisible harm.
Whether you abuse the Power I give you
is not for me to control.

So perhaps I should just let it be.
I think I will just let it be.

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RE: poetry - 12/25/2008 4:54:17 AM   
persephonee


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there once was a girl from nantucket.....


Who said that she wanted to phucket (It's a sport I swear)


i swear it was " who let herself out in a bucket..." but i have no idea what that even means.


nope it's definitely "Who said that she wanted to phucket"  I remember it vividly.


yeah, well then what happens.......


She sat on a rock
To play with his kock (that's like a hockey stick kind of thing)
He said 3 points if you sucket.


Marry me.

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And You can carry me away....if You want to. ~Kasey Chambers

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RE: poetry - 12/25/2008 8:49:39 AM   
stella41b


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From: SW London (UK)
Status: offline 		DOM AND DUMMY

In a lonely forgotten town
Where wasted hope and broken dreams abound
An old dom who couldn't find the real
Decided on a slave he could use and feel
And from wood and bits and things
He created a dummy slave controlled by pulling strings
In place of all the fake human slaves on Collarme
This dom found a real slave from carpentry

Master sat home alone for hours on end
Playing with his slave, submissive and friend
And took great delight in the fact
That he controlled its every act
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
And though he tried so hard he couldn't succeed
His dummy slave nodded and agreed

And how his attempts at dominance
Had never given him a chance
And wasn't it a crying shame
That all the fakes held him to blame?
When everyone knew, oh so well
That life is but a living hell
Controlled by lust, and power and greed
The dummy simply nodded and agreed

With patience that would rival saints
The dummy served faithfully through all complaints
And with every little expert tug
The dummy would bow and kneel or shrug
To give some comfort to the dom
Who held dummy's lifelines in his palm
Helping to fill each lonely need
By simply nodding, all agreed

Senility increased with time
As did the old dom's pantomime
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
Dummy slave's dance of misery
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died
Lying side by side, with nothing to save
Lay the dummy and his wooden slave.

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RE: poetry - 12/25/2008 12:14:50 PM   
NefertariReborn


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there once was a girl from nantucket.....


Who said that she wanted to phucket (It's a sport I swear)


i swear it was " who let herself out in a bucket..." but i have no idea what that even means.


nope it's definitely "Who said that she wanted to phucket"  I remember it vividly.


yeah, well then what happens.......


She sat on a rock
To play with his kock (that's like a hockey stick kind of thing)
He said 3 points if you sucket.


Marry me.


If I were lesbian, or at the very least bisexual, you'd be "Missus Reborn". 

(knows she only wants Me for My rhyming skills.)

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“How will you become a clear mirror if you resent being polished

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RE: poetry - 12/25/2008 8:00:23 PM   
tv2enslave4life


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Status: offline 		Of this I truely hope to be
A compleate and total slave to thee
In a manner only that you can agree
Is as you see fit and perfect for me

Of this I surely want to continually be
Forever enslaved to your any and every whim, will, wish, desire and fantasy
Your endentured servant with no escape ever for me
Your ever loving servant; now is the name you see

You have given and provided for me by thee
I proudly keep ever written on me
Across my heart for all to plainly see
As proof af my commitment and dedication to thee

original by; tv2enslave4life 11/17/08

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RE: poetry - 12/25/2008 10:58:12 PM   
CountrySong


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Status: offline 		For Chirstmas,
Forget the night before, it was Christmas day,
A little naughty elf wanted to play,
But Santa was tired and wanted to rest,
Not bury his pole in elf nest,

Oh how she whined and complained half the day,
Begging Father Christmas for a lay in the hay,
To take a nap was the goal of old Saint Nick,
But when he laid down she grabbed his dick,

Santa got angry and grabbed her hair,
He grabbed tunic, pulled and stripped her bare,
With ribbon he tied her ass in the air,
With his big belt he beat her derriere,

Her tears started streaming but juices did flow,
She only wanted to be Santa’s HO,
How he laid in with that big strap,
Again and again it when - Whap,

Her butt was on fire the pain was intense,
But she just got hotter if that makes any sense,
Her bright cherry butt was a beautiful sight,
As she begged Santa know he'd lost the fight,

His other head started thinking and up it did pop,
While Santa reached over and grabbed a nice crop,
He dropped his red drawers to the ground,
Then thrust deep inside her with one mighty bound,

She let out a scream that was heard way down south,
For she felt for sure he'd come out her mouth,
To little elf Santa had a giant tool,
She climaxed in pain and started to drool,

Santa he pumped till he gave her his seed,
Then used some ribbon to rig up harness and lead,
He lead her out bare in the snow,
Shivering and shaking to the workshop she did go,

To a sturdy stool he bent her and tied her,
Then used some spare wood to spread her legs wider,
He looked around at the elf’s waiting there,
"Christmas bonus!" he shouted "You all get a share."

He turned around and walked out of the shop,
While the first elf started to top,
Some used her face and others her bottom,
Most used her womb gate without a condom,

She moaned and she struggled and begged,
While time after time her body got pegged,
It took several days till all got inside,
She climaxed often and sometimes she cried,

When everyone had had their thrill,
They lead her back out into the chill,
They locked her in a reindeer stall,
Then quietly marched back to their hall,

As she curled up in the warm hay,
She smiled and though of tomorrows day,
When Mistress Claus would come to her cage,
Her playing with Santa would cause quite a rage,

The whips and the lashes she could not avoid,
Across her sweet body they would be deployed,
And she knew she would never quite be the same,
If Mistress used her in a kinky reindeer game.

By Countrysong

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RE: poetry - 12/26/2008 2:56:25 AM   
IronBear


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From: Beenleigh, Qld, Australia
Status: offline 		"The Pasha and his Kaiila:" and "The Old Man And The Trik" Both mine and found I think in my journal attached to my profile. Not BDSM per se but both Gorean so it will have to do until I complete my next round of poems after I talk to my publisher.. 

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RE: poetry - 12/26/2008 12:32:07 PM   
secretmaster22


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Status: offline 		There she stands before me in all her majestic splendor,
like a beautiful Geisha ready to catch the eye of her lover;
and here I sit in admiration of God's handiwork.
She has done more than catch my eye.
She has captured my heart!
Yet as I sit here playing the game, stealing my glances, I desire so much more.
I want the make-up off, the jewelry put away, and the clothes slowly dropped to the floor until she is standing there, naked and unashamed, all her imperfections now perfected in my site.

~Secret Master~

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RE: poetry - 12/26/2008 12:33:56 PM   
secretmaster22


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Status: offline 		Your body is calling out to me, telling me to drink from your sweetness. 
Standing ready to quench me, to appease my appetite.
I reach out and I can almost touch you.
The chills that run down your spine as I approach can almost be felt on my fingertips.
Your Submission is intimate and beautiful.
I can almost hear your voice cry out to me.
The word please rolls so beautifully off your tongue and reverberates in my ear.
Only one word that says so much.
"Please take me now. Make me yours. Bind our souls for all eternity.
Let me serve you and pleasure you from the depths of your inner most being.
Please fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it, and make me tremble at your feet in ecstasy."
Right now, at this moment, you are all that I desire.
I crave you from deep within to my outer flesh.
Come to me my precious Goddess!

~Secret Master~

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RE: poetry - 12/26/2008 12:34:42 PM   
elegantalexis


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Status: offline 		Note to self:  Any time RS posts poems, I just melt....

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RE: poetry - 12/29/2008 8:06:29 PM   
Decadentpleasure


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Status: offline 		Although the following doesn't make me melty in the sense meant by the OP, it does make me melt because its who and what i am..and i'd not discovered that were it not for my Beloved Master.
kneeling quietly and perfectly still
back so straight, movement is nil
in quiet moment of reflected light
she peers within deep for further insight

who am i? to herself she asks
why do i kneel craving His Gaze in which i bask?
what causes my eyes to lower so effortlessly?
how come the thought of Him has me trembling shamelessly?

as she ponders the questions she asks of herself
she glances underneath lashes softer than silk
upon a mirror framed in gilt, her reflection does reside
blue eyes stare to look at herself, nowhere left to hide

she sees silken thighs spread achingly wide
the vector of her heat, ringed, moist, and unshy
curving hips made for His hands to enjoy
full breasts with bells and rings begging for Him to toy

soft arching throat encased tightly in leather
black ring of Ownership bringing Them Together
heart shaped face so small and contentedly serene
pale blue eyes, tears of happiness, a glimmering sheen

her soft lips smile with absolute pleasure
and knows without a doubt she is His treasure
yet with all her eyes have taken in and assessed
her earlier questions had not yet been addressed

so again she closes her eyes and thinks long and hard
of answers to questions she's not ready to discard
her blue eyes light up as her small mouth forms an 'o'
cheeks turn crimson in a bright blushing glow

for she had forgotten the one area her eyes had not seen
emblazoned with black markings some thought to be obscene
it is the small of her back of which she does think
three Japanese kanjis proudly displayed with indelible ink

'slave' is at the top, for that is what she be
marked for life from deep inside as her heart long ago had decreed
way back then she did not know the reasons for her desire to serve
only knew these markings were what she truly did deserve

to 'submit/entrust' is her next lil marking
indicating a long journey upon which They would be embarking
for she had given unto Him her special gift of submission
knowing implicity she could trust Him with a woman's intuition

finally at the bottom, the kanji meaning 'submit/endure'
her unquestioned submission, her trust in Him secure
she is His slave and would endure any scene He directed
her strength being her love and submission, by Him fiercly protected

her blue eyes alight with a passionate glow
and realizes the answers to questions she already did know
for she is a slave deep down to her innermost core
the desire to submit, serve, and please is what makes her heart soar
she raises her head until held high with unashamed pride
proudly proclaims with a cheshire grin ever so wide:

i am a slave, a woman of unparalleled strength
my loving devotion knowing no lengths
my cherished submission does not make me weak
instead it raises me above simple women within an air of mystique

i am a slave, driven by an intense desire and need
to see His pleasure from each thought, word, or deed
to hear His words spoken in a soft loving caress
each wrapping around her heart of which He does Possess

she lowers her eyes for Him in deep loving respect
yet keeps her head held high, perfectly erect
a soft knowing smile in her place as she does behave
quiet whispered words proudly escape, 'i am a slave'.

~ 2005 Decadent's pleasure ~









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RE: poetry - 12/29/2008 8:28:29 PM   
BondageBarbieX


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Status: offline 		Not really into poetry but I have come across Dominants that can make me cum just from talking..some are super romantic and some are just straight flat out sexy.

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RE: poetry - 12/29/2008 8:29:58 PM   
manxcat


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Status: offline 		Since perse and Nefer already hijacked...

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grunt
If my mouth were a cunt
I could just bend over and fuck it

I was almost thrown out of a club in Hawaii, for reciting that in the nasty limerick portion of the show.   (I was dating one of the duo, so i  was just cut off. ) The only 2 words not allowed in the club were cunt and fuck.  ;;-))

Anyone remember the Jolly Roger Crows Nest with The Blue Kangaroo act?


manxcat


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RE: poetry - 12/29/2008 11:56:31 PM   
GoddessTeaze


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Why can't i be me?

daily i got to suffer
i have got to hide
can't show my true self
why do i feel so tongue tied

even my own partner
has never seen the real me
it's easier in the closet
then when she will see

what kind of person
i true deeply am
hidden under all those layers
would love to call you Ma'am

i do crave to surrender
to happily give you my all
let myself be guided
how you order me to crawl

only then i would feel in heaven
how i would love for you to see
how much beauty is hidden inside
keeping all that knowledge just for me

~For all those who aren't able to break free~

©GoddezzT`



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RE: poetry - 12/29/2008 11:59:35 PM   
GoddessTeaze


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The little boy


as your mask slowly
burst into a million
pieces when i
push through it

your swallowed
sadness has no
longer any place
to hide

the little boy stands
naked and small
as born new to this
big world outside

with a big blanket
of love i embrace
thee and holds
you safe forever

©GoddezzT`

~poetry is a great way to express your feelings,
I love writing, and have many more.~

I wish Yyou all a Loving 2009.
Warm greetingz

GoddezzT`

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RE: poetry - 12/30/2008 10:09:05 AM   
jstmi


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Status: offline 		these poems are as beautiful as the Woman who authored them , smiles at Ma'am..
 
lovely indeed
 
jstmi

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RE: poetry - 12/30/2008 10:24:39 AM   
YoursMistress


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Joined: 12/17/2008
Status: offline 		I wrote this as a female avatar after my online Miss put a collar on me and clipped a leash to it.  It seemed the most wonderful feeling in the world to me until I tried on a real collar (shivers):

Bliss on a leash
like a kite on a string

Hovering weightlessly
not on her own but at Miss' hand

Dancing gracefully
not on the ground but up in the breeze

Showing her beauty
not in repose, but under a stress

Gathering strength,
not from the wind, but the string held taut

Testing the limit
not to escape, but to feel control

Expressing herself
not being driven but finding a path

Pleasing her Miss
not still and hush but alive and at play

Fulfilling her joy
not hiding safe but at her limit's end


yours

I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no class. 

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