"For you my Cinner, you are the Tree. You are Strong."
The tree is standing. The wind is near. The rain is coming. The tree is strong. Stronger than it knows. The wind is here. The rain is here. The tree is bending. The tree is swaying. The tree is holding...
"Let's climb those wooden hills."
Climb the wooden hills to BedfordshireFingers discard my clinging attireSlipping silently between fine sheetsMind a-whirr from delectable treats. Clinging pillows my head to graceFine hair dishevelled across my faceMouse wriggling lost in this grande bedSpace unending; curling toes widespread. Pulsating...
"A young woman faces pressure to conform."
No I don’t want to go steady, I’m too young, not ready. I just want to be a woman and be me, Can’t you see? Let me fuck who I want. Hold me down and thrust, But don’t force me...
"A silly little poem with a little bit of truth ;)"
Baby whatcha doin Ya got me so fucked up Makin think of words like love Never intended to let him in I was jus shakin my ass Playin around and smokin grass Said in my head, ok let's play See...
"A poem to a girl I've been in love with, but she never loved me back."
Darling don't fear me, I still have much to show you, Just promise you'll love me too I'm tearing myself from the cage of depression, But, in the light of that, I have a question; Why can't I be happy...
"Do you ever look at respectable people and wonder where their fingers and mouths have been? No? Oh!"
A teacher is a trade with requisites So pure, and chaste, a taste for Staid perfectionism in my Measured tones. Beyond reproach * Are eyes that shine with kindness, skin that Glows and gently comforts with a Caring touch and...
"A poem exploring how the terms 'master' and 'sub' have been subjected to a masterful subversion..."
If you were my Master I'd offer you head And christen you Bates With old masterful traits By degrees and at-arms My craftsman, my captain Of dark martial arts Master all my miss-parts * If I were your sub Your...
"A man forgets for a moment."
Corporeal and cerebral; A siren of the net. Is this a dance we are having, or a thing to forget? Enticing and escaping; Words arouse and enthrall. My senses are filled. I see colour in all. Grace and tenderness; My heart is undone....
"Tribute to a former Top of mine. He was such a dick, but the things that man did in bed...Mm!"
Your violence is beautiful to me. I've watched temper tantrums before. Screaming until lungs are raw, throwing dishes and paper, stomping feet and angry faces. But you- you are like watching a hurricane. I am afraid, and I am captivated...
