Poetry and Prose
I will grab you with poetryAnd hold you with prose And rise you to placesYou have never rose I will seek you in stanzas And hum you in rhymesI will
Category: Poetry
Reflections of a Goddess
As I Sit back and watch her With thoughts that make me ponder Watching herself in the mirror I feel does she ever wonder ? Does she ever realize That
The Night of the Storm
That night…. there was a storm ! More than outside…. it was within HER . It rained heavily making her soul wet . The lightning struck only to electrify her
Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror … on the wall Now that you are seeing it all Watch how he grooves. His passionate thrusts A scene of love… Yet pure lust His every move…
The Master’s Mark
Clamped Nipples Sending ripples Tied and bound All around Shoved and gagged With the Master’s tag Waiting for his next move Passionate kinky love With a mind like his Deliciously
Spank that (canv)Ass
The (canv)ass awaits the Master’s strokes and the way he does it Separates the man from the blokes For I may be chained but am not bound in my silence
Lucky will be the Soul
Lucky will be the soul Who has your will Maketh you complete Your cup, he fills For you , I can see Offer it all For rise, you will Even
Rise Above
The gaze pierced … through our souls And it made …the picture whole I could see in her eyes…. A passion unfold Her breathe intense Her bosoms heaving Her lips
You belong to me
You belong to me… here and there You belong to me…everywhere You belong to me …now and then You belong to me…wish I when You belong to me …. night
The Queen
Dressed in magic and wrapped in sin She made me intoxicated On me, so much grew her sheen She bathe in milk and roses soaked Her skin silk Even angels