Master and sub

"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...

Imagine Me

"Imagine what I'd do, if I could get my hands on you."

Soft lips, soft skin, soft heart, Soft smile, soft kiss, lips part. Her eyes, sparkling,  Her breath, ragged, Consuming me, making me weak, taking. Her voice, breaking, Skin, sweating. Begging. "Please." She winces, and falls to her knees. Trembling hands....

Dear diary, I met a girl

"The day I met Samantha Fox"

Dear Diary, Last year, I met a girl. Actually, that's inaccurate, because she wasn't a girl. She was a woman. A lady. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop,...