"An English sonnet with a D/s theme"
Slave, lover, whore: Master wreathes many names;Hubristic memes to yoke my fairest sex,Yet sweet dominance preyed by minxish games,When with cunning smiles his will I dare vex.Casting me down to bended knee, he thinksMy truculent mouth deep thrusts will chasten.Nay!...
"Sonnet #5: In trimeter and Spencerian rhyme"
Shivering, reviling Fading horrid nightmares, Shoot straight upright, smiling. Lust, love, and dear despairRendered naked and bare, Lurk beneath Winter's ice- Trapped in nearest nowhere. Just a roll of the dice From wine and sacrifice, A grand soliloquy- Apologies, paradise....
"A Shakespearean declaration of love to the sweetest nectar..."
A morning dawns, of loving passion bright warm kisses stroke most gently you awake. Sweetest stirring draws you to the light and lays down gifts you never hold or take. By love's pull drawn, you follow worship’s song that praises...
"Sonnet #1: In heptameter and Shakespearean rhyme"
A flock of statues, breathy with instinct, are hiding, bare. Near perfect silence. Sand flows, hands tick, and pass the hours Quick as they are loud. Time is trapped inside this hold, this lair; Sunless, vacant, void; the most important...
"A ceremony of service and love"
Façade of stars above illuminates,Revealing curves of bodies wet and bare.In facing cobalt thrones desire createsWithin our minds forbidden acts to share. Against my skin I feel her cool caressThat marks me with a trail of moistened earth.My pet in...
When we’re apart my mind and body ache, In half divided, angry, naked, bruised; A gift so rare I leap to reach and take, But stumble, miss, and fall again, bemused. When she is mine I heal as if from...
Oh, as the moth doth fly on fickle wings Towards the fiery flame that unfolds, So to do I flock the same as the moth Towards the brightly burning heart that you hold. And as the moth doth warm his...
"No moment shared is ever gone."
She lies with me and we are still Yet in my mind, forever moving, images of her, so many fill my senses; exciting, soothing, and I forever see and smell and feel: her eyes, her hair, her skin, her smile...
Kate Harken, ears content, to mine siren songAs tender waves do lap about your soul.Embrace temptation sweet; submit, belongSubmerged beneath my torrid seas; made whole. Dutifully scurry about my feetSeeking divine morsels to rend your heart,Devour every beguiling treatAbased beneath...
