B. D. S. M.

BONDAGE-DISCIPLINE

you drift by the side of me
like the whisper of a silent wind.
your fragrance knocks on the doors
of my elated fantasies, before i succumb.
you stay frozen like a carving
to whom even Bernini would do no justice.
the flares smirk deep down in eyes
of your devastating prowess, profound.
its almost visible, the contact.
our eyes hold a string so strong.
you flick through your eyes, my needs,
i freeze with you, though you know i long.

:: there's a dance, does that require any rhythm? ::
"the rhythm is in our ragged breathing."
:: there's a flare, does it require more fuel? ::
"the fuel is in the skipping heart's beating."
:: there's a need, does it call for a want? ::
"the want is so tangible in your eyes!"
:: there's a reckless rush, it requires a warning! ::
"can it even be prevented, in the raging skies?"

your unfathomable eyes,
so inhumanly desiring!
we haven't even touched!
yet we stand breathless, panting!
you kindle a spark,
a need so dire.
the chaste sweetness of inhibition,
of burning in your fire...

SODO-MASOCHISM

"tonight, you're mine, woman!"

you drift closer with every word
the thoughtless craving ends with your touch.
its exactly like how I'd touch myself!
welded into your frame,
with you lost on my tongue,
our passions heighten together,
the thrill is such power that it stung.

the force is repelling, yet a magnet.
the bruises would would satisfy the craving.

"forget the world, can you?
forget that you were ever human!"
an electricity washes through me
as i'm ripped and fondled..

:: you are my master, you're my grave. ::
"yes! i'm your spirit and i'm your slave."

this beautiful beatification enthralls.
i'm subjected, i humiliate.
the lashes sear to my core, like yours.
you dismantle, i annihilate.

your shaft is like a drug to me.
my flooded womb, your fantasy.
you drench me as i quench your thirst.
you taste me as i devour your lust.
you pin me, grope me hard.
my bites seem uncertain to discard.

:: empty me, and i shall fill you back. ::
swollen lips contrite, the flood distracts.
"you fulfilled me, i'd reciprocate."
a satisfied smirk breaks on your facade...