This is a poem I wrote back in 2005. I had this whole, “I am going to be a spoken word poet” time in my life.

Settled in the unsettle

As the metal hits the metal

Click, click

Come on baby stop fighting it,

Be patient I whisper as I give her neck a lick,

There’s this little trick

I think as I handcuff her to my bed and lit my wick,

All the scary thoughts swirling through her head,

Handcuffed,

Tied down,

Eyes that are no longer able to see,

All the fun and tantizling things she is allowing me,

Shhh….

No words are allowed my beautiful pet,

Her pussy pulsing and wet

Anticipating,

Waiting,

As hot wax drips down her back,

She squeals in excitement

And this sensual energy surrounds,

Us

In this dark, cold, room

Her bound and lost so soon

All she has left to feel and know me

Is the sound and my firm or gentle touch

Oh fuck, that’s really not much

She thinks as she begins to hear the crack of my new leather whip

Her body quivering and wanting desire

Please baby,

Just raise that ass of yours a little higher

Yes, right there, perfectly smooth

But not yet pink

Sliding my straps over them

Teasing

Knowing

Whip

Whack

Screams of passion

Thrack

Oh, yes baby more

Watching has her ass begins to show the wanting sore

Slowing down

Remembering

You can’t continue to whip her ass

And have her really enjoy that numb numbing

With ice cold licks of my tongue,

I just lap it all up as her pussy uncontrollably

CUMS!

This is a poem I wrote back in 2005. I had this whole, “I am going to be a spoken word poet” time in my life.

Her red cherry lips all new and shiny
Sex kitten all revved up thinking she wants to try me
The idea her silence gives her the power
Fuck
Give me this girl for just an hour
I will hold her just barely beneath me,
No skin touching
That would be cheating
Make her look at my steel
All shiny and wet with only sheer panties that conceal
As I straddle her face only allowing her to
Barely squeal
She’s pinned down and is only allowed to be be still
Beneath the cold of the vinyl
From my spiked boot that goes all the way to my knee
I demand her to tell me those deep dark secrets she doesn’t reveal
Or pay the consequence and continue not feel
The warmth of my steel
Against your red cherry lips
Sparkling whispers while you lay beneath me in fits
Begging for mercy but
Silently holding your power of those secrets beneath your tits
Down to the depths where it is only the soul that benefits
I take out my knife all sharp and seductive
Capturing the light to wake you the fuck up
Don’t you know I refuse to accept this silent puppet
You defend with such zeal by stating,
“yeah and what of it”
Time to make you my new little pet
Get ready
Don’t move
As a twist the knife down my side ….
BAM!
There goes my bikini
The challenge lay right before you
The smell of my steel reveals the powerful rapture
Your mouth watering
Preparing the palette for capture
The pierced
Cunt all wet
Has you all whimpering
You resort to that whiney wanting whimper
As your silent power continues to temper
Every part of this moment
My cunt throbs in a pant,
Dripping the drip of this dance
I decide it’s time to give up
and just say fuck it
Grab open my pleasure
exposing the steel
to the cool open that exists between me and you
And sit directly on those red cherry lips
All full and reminding
That were marked for life that night
as I burned them eternally shiny

There is so much SPACE,
Between me and them,
The people that seem to move around me,
Or through me,
Or over me,
Walking,
Running,
Shuffling,
The SPACE that fills my life,
I am in the Imagineof my life,
But there is no peace like John Lennon promised,
Just stark, sterilized, processed for our enjoyment,
SPACE,
I want to imagine, close, heart filled love that surrounds me,
Dumbfounds me,
Renders me happy,
Like the strong hold of my mother,
And the forever smother, close, no SPACE there,
Only her and me air,
She held me ALIVE and there was no SPACE,
That was what she left behind for you to discover,
Uncover,
Recover,
Over and over again,
I am once again bewildered,
Confused,
Alone in all this empty, unfilled, disappointing SPACE,
It’s not about physical presence,
It’s the emotional, complete, close, existence,
We are told to detach from one another,
Stand independent,
Love your own self,
You hold the key,
Yeah, right, the key is only ME,
Lies,
Deception,
Bullshit,
How can everyone really not get it,
If what I believe, completely holds me and yearns to be held back,
With no SPACE in between,
That’s the reality that renders me happy,
I can live my whole life being the best ME,
That happy-go-lucky,
Smiles on my face,
Hello, how are you, just fine, empty promised,
SPACE,
It feels false and unsure,
Not real and secure,
What I know to be true,
Is that real and authentic happiness is found in the no SPACE,
Embrace we all secretly pursue.