Bdsm poems, or writings

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sleazybutterfly -> Bdsm poems, or writings (2/19/2007 4:25:28 AM)
What I am looking for are poems with a Master/slave theme to them. They need to be something that maybe wouldn't scream it, but could lead to the conclusion of the devotion we both have. I am trying to find something for the wedding programs, and thought something like this would be perfect. My family is very conservative, so I have to be a bit careful, yet I don't want to leave this part of our lives out of it totally, its such a part of us and how we came to be together. Any links or suggestions would be appreciated..thanks.

lighthearted -> RE: Bdsm poems, or writings (2/19/2007 7:54:40 AM)
noah posted a great thread a few weeks ago..."alternatives to gor"..you might find some there. my favorite is "somewhere I have never travelled" by ee cummings. a beautiful poem in its own right, for me it has overtones of how I feel as my Master's submissive...

poplolly -> RE: Bdsm poems, or writings (2/20/2007 9:14:11 PM)
William Shakespeare Sonnet 57 Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

darchChylde -> RE: Bdsm poems, or writings (2/20/2007 9:26:20 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: poplolly William Shakespeare Sonnet 57 Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. i was thinking the exact same thing, this was part of a homework assignment for Ma'am... i found Sonnet 58 to also have a nice theme LVIII 1. That god forbid, that made me first your slave, 2. I should in thought control your times of pleasure, 3. Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, 4. Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! 5. O! let me suffer, being at your beck, 6. The imprison'd absence of your liberty; 7. And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check, 8. Without accusing you of injury. 9. Be where you list, your charter is so strong 10. That you yourself may privilege your time 11. To what you will; to you it doth belong 12. Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime. 13. I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, 14. Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

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