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Posted: 4/4/2007 9:51:18 PM | i love it what you wrote
All the glittering Stars
that grace the Heaven
Beauty that will never fade
precious jewel,Gold and Silver
All those treasures you would trade
But the gift i will give you freely
there is no price to be paid
worth more then all possesions
All i am,before you laid | |
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| What a Life...
Posted: 4/4/2007 10:03:08 PM | | i really love your poem very interesting | |
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| Rope,Chains and Cuffs
Posted: 4/5/2007 3:13:07 PM | The shades are drawn
my choices gone
The night, begun churning
Alone for now
i don't know how
i've come to this yearning
The room is dark
And furnished stark
A cross in the corner
The chains that clink
The ropes that sink
Into skin with fervor
i cannot see
my eyes will be
Covered most relentless
Without a gap
The blindfold wraps
i won't see my Tempest
my wrists are bound
No freedom found
Drawn high up above me
The cuffs that bite
Steel tempered might
Hold secure their duty
Thick leather bound
my ankles round
The bar spreading widely
But still held more
Secured to floor
i hang stretching idly
i make no sound
Silence surrounds
Soft whimpers and groaning
my jaw held tight
Against all fight
Gag leaves only moaning
Beyond closed door
Past miles of floor
Soft voices discussing
As night gets late
Terms of my fate
my pulse swiftly rushing
Though i can't see
Objects that be
Hanging ore' the room round
The tools of pain
That come to rain
On my skin with sharp sounds
The waiting hard
For any shard
Of leather that bites me
How long i've hung
From ceiling's rung
The time has escaped me
The door unlocks
The sound sends shocks
Of anticipation
Things to be felt
That raise the welts
Lustful pain sensations
Footfalls explore
Across the floor
No word has been spoken
Throughout the room
The lurking doom
The silence unbroken
i hear the sound
Of objects found
For pain - tools of passion
Then back near me
Time come to be
Her toy, Her possession
Lust being fed
Skin turning red
Sweet pain rushing through me
Gag-muffled screams
Fulfilling dreams
Beg for Her to use me
Welts rising high
Bruise-colored thighs
The session exquisite
Deep redness wins
Heat from my skin
Such a scalding visit
i hang there spent
my strength all lent
To whip, crop and flogger
The session run
my will be gone
my body is for Her
i am helped down
my limbs unbound
i lay on the cold floor
She leaves me there
To others' care
Tonight there is no more
Once on my feet
She speaks to me
A good pet i have been
Sent on my way
til the next day
Chance comes to serve Her whim
submissive life
That blossoms ripe
Wishing pain and hurting
The life i lead
i have been freed
By rope, chains and serving | |
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| Reflections...
Posted: 4/5/2007 7:35:50 PM | Brava....Brava!!!!! Sweety22...GLORIOUS! I thank you for sharing this wonderful piece!
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Silence in the reflection
caught within the crystal tear
that slides from Your eye.
Tighter than the buckled strap,
my image reversed
beneath You,
held in a single breath.
That droplet on Your cheek
it moves so slowly.
What service of mine
has wrung this sign
from You.
The begging scream is muted,
I cannot hear in this space
where time has stopped,
trapped in You.
The slowed moment
of awed release,
where ecstacy flies
beyond the raw edges of pain
is paused.
That droplet on Your cheek
I need it to trail,
I need it to fall
on me.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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| Leather Scent...
Posted: 4/5/2007 8:00:48 PM | Crawl
Here to me
My hand filled
With leathered whip
Snap down
To bended knee
Beg its tip
To burn my name
Into your flesh
Lashing at lies
Stinging truths
Cries of wonderful pain
Music as a gift
To my deafened ear
Tempt me forever
Promise me never
Plead for my touch
Be it gentle
Or the brutal
Heaviness
My eyes blind
To your offering
My heart pumps
The scent of
leather
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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| Leather Scent...
Posted: 4/6/2007 2:46:09 PM | thank you RoxyRoxRocker here is another one
Doms at work
subs at play
that's how we begin this brand new day.
Subs try so hard to follow the rules
with collars and freshly shaven mounds
they cast their eyes upon the ground.
Infractions come one by one
subs wish they would go unprovoked
but Master makes a mental note.
When darkness comes
and the kids tucked in
Master displays a devilish grin.
Master binds his sub up tight
clamps and ropes securely tied
blindfold applied to hide the eyes.
Rump raised high up in the air
infractions made now time to pay
Master ties sub down to make her stay.
With whip in hand
Master sees, sub tied in place
on bended knees.
First one swat and then another
eyes turn wet with tears
but her face displays no fear.
She counts out load one by one
her excitement grows
until she cums.
Sub thanks her Master for every blow
rosy cheeks and inner glow
pleasure high but eyes cast low.
Debts now paid
ropes released
In Master's arms sub falls asleep.
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| Always Wanted
Posted: 4/6/2007 2:55:59 PM | Always Wanted
In the palm of his hand rests the patience
I surely need to get through this time.
In the depth of his eyes lies the love
I want more than anything in this world.
In the sound of his voice is the peace
I need so desperately to surrond my life.
On his lips are the words
I want so much to hear.
In his heart are the feelings
He can't share with me right now.
In his touch is the sensitivity
That he shared and I was not able to see.
In his honor is the man
I have loved for so very long.
At his fingertips is the submissive
He always wanted, and I always wanted to be. | |
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| Always Wanted
Posted: 4/7/2007 9:54:17 AM | Life is but one big secret!
At the Mardi Gras 0f 2001
This man lost his religion
I am but a sinner walking
In esoteric graces
The myriad of faces
And fleshly provocation
Atop balconies where beads
Befall the chosen of lust
I was but a panting slave
Chained to impetuous thoughts
Drowned in tonic caves
Fleetingly adored by the many hawks
To touch such a bestial woman
My mind swarmed the realms
Of bestial amore while my members
Were engulfed by the confines of hellish passions
I didn’t sleep the whole journey through
If only I could confess my agony
And for my biological father’s transgress
I was strapped in a straightjacket, shackled back to California
I now ponder the insides of dungeons
That refuse to set me free
I now repent for the human in me
I now yearn to live despite the many deaths | |
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| Taken
Posted: 4/7/2007 5:52:11 PM | Joshua wonderful piece I especially enjoyed the last stanza! Thank you for venturing into the dungeon...
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Bound hands raised high
Captured and restrained
Fingers seek reach in vain
For warm flesh, silky strands
Prohibited from touching
Eyes closed, covered
Blinded by the mask
Tied firmly, held secure
Sounds enhanced by blindness
Whisper through the air
Muscles strained, taunt
Between bound hands and toes
Just barley resting on cool marble
Each breath soft with anticipation
Entire body shivers in wait
Black silk halter dress
Modestly covers front, back bare
Flowing, clinging down waist, hip
Edge teasingly brushes thigh
Scant inch below silk stocking top
Tingling awareness, heightened senses
Supple creamy flesh slowly blooms
As molten heat swirls deep within
Dampness spills onto clenched thighs
Nipples strain achingly against thin silk
Waiting…
Soft music fills the room masking sound
Scent of jasmine wafts through the air
Awareness of a close presence slowly dawns
Uncertainty sends tremors coursing within
Muscles tense in anticipation
Shuddering, tremulous as an icy trail is blazed
From jaw down, slowly down
Between quivering breasts lower, slower
While a fainter iciness skims over belly
Down, lower, slower
Faint touches brush across bare shoulders
Trace a whispering path round, down
Circling shoulder blades to sides
Down, round and up the spine
Send shivers through quivering limbs
Warmth grazes the side of one breast
Then firmly across swollen nipple
Eliciting moans of pleasure from taunt throat
Back arches as nipple is grasped firmly
Between thumb and finger, twisted and pulled
Gasping as pain mixes with pleasure
Tensing as fingers capture the other nipple
Trying to flee the twist and pull
Biting bottom lip to keep from crying out
As pressure increases and sweet pain radiates out
Whimpering…
Soft silk flows slowly down sleek curves
Releasing its hold on heated flesh with reluctance
Shivers speed it past succulent curves
Sending tingles spiraling down then up arched spine
Tense with uncertainty, whirling blindly to precipice
Uncontrollable heat flows from molten core
Burning away fear and inhibition alike
Gasping at the touch, was there a touch
Nerve endings strained to utmost limit
Teasing mind and body with whispers
Phantom fingers dance fleetingly over bruised lip
Tremors send it skittering quickly away
To whisper, tickling lightly over fragile rib
Coaxing subtle hissing intake of breath
Belying serenity of an intimate aura
Pulse fluttering with humming bird wings
Betrays calm acceptance boldly
Accompanied by aroma of moist heat
Swollen stiff peaks, uneven breath
Curve of drawn muscle ‘neath satin flesh
Tantalizing images flood shielded eyes
Molding desire, coaxing unbridled passions
Acute awareness prickling the mind
Rampant raging pheromones
Spinning inner balances outward
Quivering…
Hungry gaze burns a path down glowing flesh
Devouring every curve and contour
Leaving behind a rosy trail for fingers to follow
Circling gleaming beauty, partaking of the feast
Dressed and prepared for love’s voracious appetite
Moisture seeps slowly down tender thighs
A glistening trail to draw ravenous eyes
Scent of passion mixing with jasmine
Draws hungry lips closer to succulent tissues
Covering trembling muscles and nerves
Roseate nubs flush a deeper crimson hue
Quavering with each raggedly drawn breath
Tantalizing lips with hints of delectable promise
Swelling, tightening as promise is taken
Lips wrapping tightly around tips, enflaming senses
Limbs shudder under the onslaught of sensations
Fervent heat laving away tensions
Following the flow of stroking fingertips
Tracing feathery routes over sculpted limbs
Soothing strained muscles delicate touch
Rapacious appetites consume all rational thought
As gleaming pearls of moisture lure covetous lips
To taste of Venus’s fount of ambrosial fluid
Ripples of pleasure spiraling to swollen petals
Teased to frothy, quivering perfection
Taken…
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| Taken
Posted: 4/7/2007 8:08:22 PM | His eyes watch
As she moves about the room
Confident and flirting
With those she knows
Shy and respectful
With those she knows not
They reach out
Stroke her cheek
She steps back
Looks for Him
Frantic until her eyes
Connect with His
Across the room
They coax and tease
But she tells them no
“I may not…”
Playful and persistent
They tickle and grin
She laughs and plays
But will not step over
The line she has drawn
He watches carefully
Evaluating and considering
Knows she is learning
Letting her explore
As she walks the bridge
Spanning two sides
Of a new world
She feels the warmth
Of His constant gaze
Knowledge of His presence
Her safety line
She has only to reach
He will be there
She balances carefully
On the narrow span
Tempting enticements
Furious winds
Whipping round her
As she moves forward
One step at a time
Not quite halfway there
She shivers with excitement
Wonder and eagerness
His strength her guide
His calm her cloak
She worries not
Content to search
Fervent to learn
As the center approaches
Her step first quickens
Then haltingly slows
Playful winds push and pull
Caressing her body
Tickling her mind
With danger and excitement
Her foot slips
She cries out
Reaches out
He is there
Holding her steady
Waiting silently
Shivering
She stops to think
Consider
What is happening
Why does she flirt
With danger
They reach out
Breath soft
Teasing her hair
Beckoning
Fly with us
“I may not…
I am not allowed”
Tempting
Though they may be
She remembers
Promises she made
Relentlessly
They tug at her cloak
Hunger
Lending them strength
She cries
As their need
washes over her
Torn between two minds
Blinded by tears
Unable to see
She reaches within
Finds the stillness
Slips into the strength
Stands resolute
Until the winds die
He watches
Waiting patiently
For tears to dry
Calm and still
Until she emerges
“Why”
Trembling she tells Him
As she told the others
Quietly He takes her hand
Places within it a key
Closes her fingers gently
And waits
Silently tears form
Bewildered
She shakes
Looking backward
Turning forward
Balanced precariously
Raising her hand
Gazing with wonder
Upon the key in her hand
Closing her fingers tightly
Key biting into her flesh
She places the fist
Against her heart
She lifts her foot
Takes the step
As the wind whispers
Let go and fly
She lifts her chin
With calm serenity
Balance regained
She denies them
“I may not…
I belong to another”
She takes the next step
Peacefully
Once again
She steps again
Sighs
Whispers
“I am His…”
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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| Wild Ride
Posted: 4/8/2007 5:55:07 PM | Tall she stands, tightly clad in boots and leather gloves.
The lacy thong, the corset shines, her breast held firm and high.
With smiling face and twinkling eyes her short hair wet and wavy .
Deliberate step, his form she strides, his head between her feet.
Firmly bound, prostrate he lies, his face her royal set.
Slowly then, she does descend, his treat so sticky wet.
Then grinds her hips with fragrant scent upon his open lips.
Puts forth his tongue, probing so, her pleasure he does seek.
Past lacy thong, through swollen lips, her juices does he drink.
Now touches he the precious bud, and sucks and slurps do deep.
He knows his task, her chosen, to purposely pursue.
Despite the blows she reigns upon his own so hard and true.
Senses he the time is near, his lips upon her close.
And sucking so with probing tongue, he takes past the point.
Her legs clamp tight, shudders she, as now she does release.
Sweet nectar cums so copious and swallow so he must.
On and on, that sticky flow till then at last subsides.
A final kiss, a final lick, now ends her wild ride.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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| Wild Ride
Posted: 4/9/2007 10:08:42 PM | Voices, they do speak…2
In the black hole of Calcutta
I attempted to climb out at the sacrifice
Of losing my fingers there gripping
Fiercely to the imaginary soul of Tom O’ Bedlam
St. Bartholomew the saintly vision is
Stumbling through my conscious
Flayed alive martyred in Armenia
As a basilisk stare probes my mind cold
Arcadia is without a soul as the spirit of
Elijah awakens Golgotha baptizing purgatorial imps
Within the confines of the Dartmoor Black lagoon
Where I first met the fallen me laughing bottled in insanity | |
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| Slipping Into Darkness
Posted: 4/11/2007 3:22:35 PM | Joshua Voices, they do speak…2 is amazing... I like the last line the best "Where I first met the fallen me laughing bottled in insanity" spoke volumes! I visualized a man laughing on the floor whilst confined in a straight jacket. Wonderful!
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Piercing thoughts embrace me
Flickering realities deny me
Lovely
Wonderful
Elation
Strangulation
Sitting down to stand up falling
Remnants of hopes and dreams
Spotted analytical thoughts
Hopeful fits of hysteria
Distorted memories
Drowning in the air of humanity
Burning in the coldness of love
Dying by day
Living by night
Awakening to a world full of hypocrisy
The hate filled love of 'fearful people'
The tender scorn of the norm
The unrelenting comfort of nonconformity
Different
Disturbing
Fulfilling
Familiar
Needing the world to rebuke me
Wanting the power to fail
Motionless marathons of thinking
Revealing words cast in stone
Thou shalt do as thou desire
Above all else yourself you shall admire
Simple equations of life perplex me
Rebellion falls upon deaf eyes
Locked and chained to community
Taking the path that's trampled and worn
Only to find a shortcut to a living death's door
Take my hand won't you
Feast on my inadequacies
Drink from the well of my empty heart
I am death alive
I am the rest you desire
I am the living sleep you cannot die without
You touch me in the night
Without me even near
You strangle me with hands that devour the world
Let me show you the way to death alive
I've been there once
Twice
More than I care to count
I will return again
If only to awake from this eternal sleep
Rested and reborn
Baptized in darkness
Resurrected in the shroud of knowledge
Worshipped by the thin veil of understanding.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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| Final Slip...
Posted: 4/12/2007 7:55:46 PM | It happens, sometimes.
A freudian slip
of dimensional proportions
setting rocks in motion
through conversation
a careless word,
just one too many.
Pivoting the course,
changing the key,
opening gateways
to new unimaginable worlds
all new paths of fate.
Yes, it happens,
sometimes.
And now it did.
What she said?
Doesn't matter,
but it lit the spark
and awoke the butterflies
and shone light from
a so far unheard of option
through this new doorway
onto his stunned face.
So now she wonders
"Where will this end?"
Just as the adventurer
boldly steps through
the unintentional door.
She tugs at the collar
of her disobedient,
wandering self,
that silently dreams
about the delusional road,
intently debating, battling
her left brain against her right
getting nowhere fast.
So he takes another step,
by proxy of a fingertip
in an open palm
which she knows should,
but she can't be allowed
to pull away.
Because it happened this time,
a final slip to unlock,
open the doorway,
set the rocks are motion,
and nothing will ever
be the same again.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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| The Dungeon
Posted: 4/14/2007 10:54:18 PM | There was no black mask nor
nylon face distortion,
you stole me wide eyed
face red with wind sting and
a n t i c i p a t i o n
of you, my
secret undercover super hero fucker
of burlap and twine.
Catch is carry all.
this poem goes nowhere
it is not easy to say in a poetic way...
The door is unlocked
I am alone
come here fuck me twist flip and
fuck me again.
Nothing poetic
Tarintino wrote this scene
neck snap and thigh slap.
Fight beauty with fist and cross.
Fight truth with accented tongue.
Fight the good with betrayal.
Fuck and flip and do it again.
Yea, I'm a Baaaad Girl 
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| The Dungeon
Posted: 4/15/2007 12:00:02 AM | I've received some feedback concerning the direction of my writing...intimating that it has lost the "raw sexual" edge that I'm know for... {Grin}
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Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
That's all I've got to say
Just put it in, and let's begin
And I'll be on my way
Bend me over, spread my legs
Then put it deep inside
Or we can roleplay Doctor
And I can open wide!
Fuck me hard, you Pagan beast
Make me moan and scream
Then I'll take that big cock in my mouth
And drink up all your cream.
Make me pant and quiver
Make my cunt so wet
We'll fuck like wild animals
Our bodies streaming sweat.
{derisive smile goes here...yea what a filthy mouth I have...}
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| The Dungeon door was left open again...I snuck in...LOL
Posted: 4/15/2007 12:23:42 AM | Put mycoc*in your mouth and suck it in all the way down.
Place your hand my ass so you can pull me tight down your throat.
Don't let go as It spits it cream oozing out the sides of you mouth.
Smile at me as you swallow all my charm mixed with you so soaked.
Now wrap your legs and hold on tight as I pound with no restraint.
She whimpers, "fuc* me fuc* me harder as I push forward with no complaint.
Now let me taste the wetness I worked so hard to lather.
Or should I wait till I'm mixed in with all the sweetness if you'd rather.
I do my deed and do succeed in making pools of gleaming goo.
Pornographic imagery has nothing on the night at hand for you.
thrust in hard and lick so fast that tender spots begin to swell.
Reddened haste has no waste as pain all leaves in excitement's smell.
Blast one stream after another till bodies shine in sexual slime.
The best is followed with shudders of moaning undulations in time.
Rhythmic dances of flesh writhe in eclectic movement all in unison.
And you thought I was only good for rhyming words for you-n-them.
---Robert M Pike © 2007 All rights reserved  | |
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| It's The Eyes...
Posted: 4/15/2007 8:19:04 PM | Dusk of a new day...bringin this one home...
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You use me
hurt me
confuse me
I don’t care
that’s all I’m worth,
Worth nothing to you...
what’s the point?
Your steely
intoxicating eyes
Pulling me into your world
The touch of your skin
makes me glow
sunrise and sunset
The thought of you
makes me smile
Butterflies and chills
Shivers down my spine
Kisses in the star filled night
Falling from heaven into your arms
Slipping through them
Fingers entwined
Yours letting go
Letting me fall
down
down
down
You're finished with me
So soon...
What more do you want???
Nothing
No more
I don’t want this to end
I want more....
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Blue Eyes
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Spiraling Thoughts...
Posted: 4/15/2007 8:21:49 PM | Within a sinners
Inner sacred sanctum
A gloaming falls
Upon a mind scarred
Jarring sights unspeakable
Uttered in a confused tongue
Wrung from impossiblity
Trust teasingly whispered
Strumming through the pain
Strain enforcing resolution
Complexities softly misused
Abused of tenderness
Tense love grinding
Mirrored spasms, clenching
Wrenching negativity onward
Back to the abyss
Trysting in emotional pools
Fool of everyone, anyone....
Please ~ someone
Relish this suffering.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| {Grin} What The Hell...
Posted: 4/15/2007 8:24:01 PM | Spike, heel, calf, thigh
Seamed straight to an ample
Steel tempered ass.
She flexed, relaxed, tremored those muscles
Tantalized the face
To command.
Wanton
She seethed
The cum rolled, oozed, slid
Nylon fingers electrifying a cunt
Too sensitive.
Spikes slammed the floor
Thighs boxed, prodded a face
Long, lean.
Nylons flushed the face
Burned
The saliva ran the length
Of the ankle.
Toes shoved into a mouth
The foot narrow and long
Could be taken too.
Searing throat
Gagged to an
Erupting cock cum shot
Ribbons soiled the soft
Sole.
Obeyance.
Servile delight.
Beyond Penthouse
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Fallen Embrace...
Posted: 4/17/2007 6:40:09 PM | Feathered black wings surround you,
the taste of Erotica on thy lips.
This lustful desire so new,
as Cold hands caress your hips.
A tongue dripping with poision passion,
ravishing your pulsing skin,
Luminated by the Blackest sun,
Indulging in such sweet sin,
Fallen angel draws you close,
your bodies pressed to each other,
He slides between your legs the blackest rose,
Entering the passage of darkened lovers.
Soft petals teasing lips so wet,
his Lips drawn to your breast,
A feeling you haven't felt yet,
mouth teasing with hot breath.
Laying you down on Black lace,
tying your hand with black leather,
sweat gleaming off your face,
as the lust grows hotter than before.
Upon your nipples he nibbles and bites
you arch yourself to his will,
using his teeth just right,
with fallen angel Skill.
Pulling the rose away,
from between your thighs,
As you writhe and sway,
while wanton lies within your eyes.
Sliding his tongue down to your lust,
his blackened wings spread out wide,
plunging in with passionate thrust,
so deep inside you feel complete.
Fallen angel savors your flowers dew,
With tongue so wet and hot,
growing more passionate and true,
Licking in all the right spots.
His hands slides slowly to your clit,
to massage and tease,
your ectasy becomes lit,
with Fallen angel so quick to please.
Getting harder and faster by the hour,
using his fingers and tongue,
surging with such sexual power,
it shall leave you feeling sprung.
Your body starts to spasm,
Savoring the darkness
feeling so good,
you draw close to orgasm
Fallen angel knew you would.
With the tip of his cock
he traces your lips,
your body arches and rocks,
lunging forward with your hips.
Wanting to feel him inside you,
wanting his burning lust,
on the edge of ectasy true,
growing closer with his powerful thrust.
Candles start to grow dim,
the cold night filled with erotic sound,
he pulls you onto him,
as black wings wrap around.
Pumping and pounding more and more,
his love fills you deep,
feeding your sexual core,
making love with burning heat.
His mouth ravishes your neck and breasts,
as Fallen angel plunges deeper inside,
knowing this could be the best,
with moisture gathering between your thighs.
Feeling his orgasm drawing near,
as yours comes very soon,
his heart beat quickening you can hear,
your mind begins to swoon.
Finally exploding with sexual power,
collapsing onto black lace,
lost in this erotic hour,
as Fallen angel caresses your face.
Morning sun is on its way,
Fallen angel disapears,
hiding from the day,
For it's your eyes in the Light of day
Which he fears the most...
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Fallen Embrace...
Posted: 4/17/2007 11:46:22 PM | No clemency
Adrift the floating world
Where crystals speak clearly
Where specters repent the soul’s intent
…how oft-forgiven,
Love
Twas
“Create in me a clean heart.”
Turn not the heel up against me!
The sacrifices of a broken and contrite spirit
“Are they not written in thy book?”
Art thou incognizant of my painingjoys?
I speak as a daft mortal
Weary
But not ashamed
Rapidly dropping
Into the bottom
Of the Krakatoa
Where even the silence trembles! | |
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| Fallen Embrace...
Posted: 4/18/2007 2:29:01 PM | A moment of breath!
moving rapidly through the mountains
no time to slow pace for frost bite
there’s light at the egress of this portal
this maze so colorfully lit
the covenant rainbow is herein
the voice angels sing the callings of signs
the omens are smitten besprinkled with holy waters
the spiritual distemper is dissipating
though wistfully lit the mind surrenders
to fantastic silhouettes depicted in the clouds
the skulls of Golgotha arise with fresh sinews
the road of Damascus is enshrined in gold
calamity Jane is deep in prayer
the air is alive communicating the soul
Tom o’ bedlam is soothed and tamed
Unchained are the angels of the fallen reign
The Book of Kells is read aloud
all spirits are disabused...
then in a trice…
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Posted: 4/19/2007 8:28:25 PM | Joshua...so wonderful to see that you haven't departed...I enjoy how you compose words into masterpieces. These lines were especially compelling:
the spiritual distemper is dissipating
though wistfully lit the mind surrenders
to fantastic silhouettes depicted in the clouds
Glorious...Namaste.
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Tender bruises polka dot my forsaken body
Pretty pink welts cross my pale skin
Thin red lines encase my wrists and ankles
Basking in my agony
Sexual bliss has befallen me
Taken me to the edge
Touched me, joined me
Turned me into art
Desecrated my dark sanctity
Crowned me with honor craved by whores
the slightest touch will not reach me
Strong will has been besieged
Grabbed and tortured by perilous lust
Refusing my own desire for thought of my own gratification
I am left longing for more
Waiting to prove my devotion
Seeking new experiences I have yet to even discover
Yearning to be coerced and bemused
My body and mind are forsaken
Supplication knows me well
To open me is to know me
To take me is to be my friend
Deep secrets locked away
Find the key and teach me
For all I know are my own darkest desires
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Posted: 4/20/2007 8:10:58 PM | On your bed of many pleasures,
I am another woman
Living dreamily in my own body,
Looking down to see you
In the darkened room,
Your head nestled between my
Surprised thighs.
Your mouth at my other one,
In previously no-man’s land,
World of Enchantments,
Lights exploding in my head
In time to your rhythmic movements.
From somewhere in the room
I hear noises I can’t place,
Sounds unfamiliar, and yet not so.
With a start I realize that
The sounds are coming from me,
Fevered moaning, short pants,
Hot gasps gulping sensualized air.
And still, you continue
Your sweet onslaught,
Revenge for my believing
I could have done without this
For so many tongueless years.
I look down again, seeing
Your short, dark hair,
The broad expanse of your back,
Your hands holding my hips
As it they held treasured secrets.
Putting my hands on yours,
I feel our fingers join together
Like a lace curtain in passion’s window,
Holding me place-bound,
Spell-bound, body-bound,
Such passion and tenderness,
Skill and dedication
To such a small portion of my anatomy,
Orchestrating every nerve, every sense,
Our own private Disneyland,
Fourth of July fireworks, and
Every Christmas present I ever
Wanted, creating a symphony
With your honeyed lips.
Able to stand such intensity
No longer, I beg you
To come up to me, wanting to wrap
My lips around you like a barbershop pole,
Resplendent with the image of directive
Stripes guiding me to your Home away from home.
You move up to kiss me
I taste myself on your tongue
With a zing of surprise,
Revel in the delicious ness of your firm lips
Then begin my descent, your sigh
Guiding me to your nether-heaven.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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