Poetry & Prose

BDSM	BISEXUALITY	POLYAMORY	BBW
The Best I can do	My Eyes	Words To Live By	The Best I can do
Kept in a Closet	Borrowed Tongue	When You Love	Phenomenal Woman
Slavedancer	Wild Nights	Goodbye	.Big Girl Love
And so it shall be...	Please	Love Proclaimed	.The Best I Could Do
Missing You	Love Proclaimed	Marriage Troth	.
Reckless Bruises		My Love Is Wide	.
I am submissive	.	Invitation	.
SM is...	.	Triad	.
My Masters Love	.		.
Submissive woman [new]	.	.	.

[I have personal permission to post most of these poems. Unfortunatly some I don't even know where they came from, they were just in a folder called "keepers". SOOO if something here is yours (only a few unkowns anyways), then let me know to either remove it from our site or to credit it to you and give a link to your site if you like!! The whole idea is to share with others, the beauty and artistic inspiration that bdsm, bisexuality, polyamory and/or being a BBW touches in our lives.]

i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive
to my Master in a loving relationship.
i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman,
with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.
i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
i will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never
will i be more complete than when He is with me.
i know that He will protect my body, my mind, and my soul
with His strength and wisdom.
He is everything to me, as i am everything to Him.
His touch awakens me and His thoughts free me.
Only in serving Him do i find complete freedom and joy...
His punishments may be harsh, but i accept them thankfully,
knowing that He has my best interests always foremost in His mind.
If He desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Him
and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Him happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of O/our relationship.
The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt,
those are all parts of this relationship.
My body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.
No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes,
and because of that i hold my head high.
If He says i am His precious jewel,
then i am that...a beautiful, sparkling gem.
If He says that i am His pet, His slut, His whore, then i am that..
as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.
My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as He can.
i have no secrets from Him... for secrets are a thing that would
keep me from being more perfectly His.
Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...
and i do not want walls.
His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own,
but they are lessons He has decided that i need, and so i learn from Him.
My soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be
when i kneel naked at His feet.
Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence,
be He miles away or standing over me.
If i were to ever displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul,
worse punishment than any lashes could be.
The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him
is harder to bear than any physical anguish i feel.
i am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend
His time and energy so freely on me.
i have the easier job, to feel, to experience,
to let myself go and abandon everything to Him.
i am His pleasure and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously .
i am a submissive woman.
i am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly,
and can only be given to the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.
Only to my Master who has that strength, will i give myself fully,
because i am strong and proud.
i am a submissive woman.

"The Best that I could do"
by SirWolfr1
February 9, 2001
All rights reserved

The munch had ended in the usual way,
With good friends saying their goodby's in the parking lot.
The Doms and the subs, each bidding the other farewell,
With exchanged numbers, hugs and soft knowing smiles.
No clues for an outsider to spot.

There were a few new faces to be found this time.
A couple of the type that the old Doms knew too well.
Vanilla's, out looking for quick, easy sex.
The sort that you could in an instant smell.

They had been identified, tolerated, and closely watched.
The subs warned and had been scurried away.
But as they left, one had to shoot off his mouth,
And say to his friend that which he had ought not to say.

"Did you get a load of that one guy's sub?
Talk about a load of fat.
I half expected her to moo.
I thought that subs were supposed to be slim,
You know, easy on the eyes.
Is that the best that guy can do?"

The sub heard the words as did her Master.
And she knew that this insult he would not abide.
She raised her head to the stars above,
And prayed that this night might not end in homicide.

She watched him approach them silently from behind,
Unheard as they continued to laugh and rail.
And as he reached out and grabbed each, by the scruff of the neck,
She wondered if there was enough in the bank to cover his bail.

"The best I could do?" He said with a snarl in his voice.
As he held their heads tight in the crook of each arm.
You see only the body, I, the woman within,
And you should be grateful, for that woman wishes,
That I do you no harm.

"The worth of a submissive is the fire in her soul.
The service...the submission...the love.
Yet you would defile that flame with cheap tawdry jokes?
I tell you, you know nothing of what you speak of."

"You came to this gathering in search of quick kinky sex.
Not knowing or caring what else there may be here to find.
But a submissive is a gemstone, a pearl beyond price.
And her submission is not in her body,
But her heart, soul and mind."

"Now leave this gathering, this family of Leather and love.
And bother us no more with your ignorance and your lies.
Be thankful that you leave with your tails tucked, but intact.
But first to my sub, you shall apologize."

They quickly did as he did bid, to the teary eyed sub.
With the little her Master allowed them in the way of breath.
They realized their words had touched a raw open nerve.
And save for her wishes, this night they may well
have met with their deaths.

As they roared away into the dark of the night.
That same Family of Leather stayed to insure that
all was as it should be.
The Doms in their leathers, the subs at their sides.
Proudly together in a special and eternal way.

"They were right my pet, about one thing.
Though to them it was cast as pearls before swine.
A tiny glimmer of truth, which they could not see.
That you should know, if I am to call you mine."

"What truth, my Master?" said the still teary eyed sub.
As he held her head tight upon his chest.
For she knew that whatever storms may come her way,
In his arms could she find safety and rest.

Her Master turned to their friends, all still gathered round.
As he said, "I say this not just to her, but to all of you.
This woman that I hold...that I cherish, and love...
They were right....She is the BEST that I could do."

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Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

My Masters Love by: Horance's pixel
Quietly waiting my eyes downcast,
calming my racing heart by force,
I await you leather gloved touch,
Upon my fevered quivering skin.

You speak my name curtly...

Obediently I crawl to your lap,
placing my hands for you to bind,
My will to please you carries me,
Through the racing fear pleasure.

You call me slave...

I stand against the cold stone,
My eyes in cloaked darkness,
As I wait for the slicing whip,
It's kiss of pain pleasure.

You growl my name...

My hot flesh reddened and sore,
You explore my moist depths,
Slamming into my waiting body,
You explode in your desire.

You whisper my name with love...

Kept in the Closet by: *Author request anonymity*
I am an object hidden from sight
Kept in a closet, not shown in the light
I must not be seen,
No one must know
That I am here and love you so

You hide all signs that could lead to me
Kept in a closet, so no one could see
And it cuts like a knife
My heart broken in two
There is no one i need as much as You

Thinking of this hurts so very deep
Kept in the closet, i sit and i weep
How can it be
Asking over and over, how is this so
Tears well up and constantly flow

How can i hate some one I've never seen
Kept in the closet, i can't be so mean
Does she need You and love You
Does she treat You right
Does she reach out to hold You each and every night

You say i am Yours, i belong to You
Kept in the closet like a very old shoe
Taken out, dusted and put back on a shelf
I wait patiently always till You come to get me
My heart soars then and i feel so free

I am an object hidden from sight
Kept in a closet, not shown in the light
I must not be seen,
No one must know
That I am here and love you so

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MISSING YOU by: *Author request anonymity*

You promised I was never alone
But yet I feel that way
You said You are always here with me
So why do I feel so alone in spite of the words you say?
Each day that passes it only gets worse
Words cannot even describe the pain
I doubt myself and put up the walls
I feel safer behind them right now, they keep me sane.
I only live for You
But You have your own life in which I don't share
You have my heart, mind, body and soul
and so I don't even exist without You there
I am just a shell all alone with my thoughts
The tears flowing down from my eyes
You promised that you would never leave me alone
So why am all alone now....alone with nobody to hear my cries?

Reckless Bruises by: Gloria G. Brame copyright © 1987 & 1998.

[A poem which expresses the emotions a Dominant can have for their sub. Click on Gloria's name to view more of her poetry and writtings.]

Your flesh craves to contain me.
You caress the bruises of last night's tryst,
my cruel and loving fingerprints.
Each blue star my sign, each blue kiss
an antidote to loneliness.

The traces of our pleasures darken
at first light. All day, these epigrams
on whip and bite will pulse invisibly
beneath your clothes, quiet tributes
to our erotic dialogues.

The ancient gods played like this,
unashamed of their obsessions,
heroic in their capacity for pain,
primal in their delights,
bruising what they loved for pleasure.

Tonight we'll lose ourselves again
in high-intensity games.
Rapacious slave and charming bitch,
I'll bend you to my will and you'll submit.
You'll beg for the marks of my ownership.

Slavedancer : by Pantheris (Copyright © 1996, Longneck -all rights reserved)

What are veils?
The sheathes of defense that blur
cliarity of vision past wall-like
blankets of shadowy incense,
through the haze and multitude of eyes,
piercing swords that are eyes,
ravaging one dancer in the mind.

Alone in her execution of sensuality,
muted drums throb into her soul
while the flute is a soother,
she serves the lavish group.
Adorned with mystery,
The dancer is a creature trapped
willingly in rapture. She is
Goddess of Flesh, Danger and Temptation.

She sinuously gyrates,
the hands crafting a spell,
curving sweeps of fingers and wrists are a
witchery. The the rippling flanks
a journey up legs, past the hot opulence,
of shining musky flesh running into nectar and dew,
a darkening magic between the full cheeks,
the wandering continues up strength and grace,
the sinewy waist, the rouge-tipped nipples,
revealed and revealed,
from the discard of veils, she gains
in her power, her strength derived
from emotions and sensations
running rife through the chambers,
revelling in the eyes,
that watch the muted spectacle
turn into strong clean pale gold.

Till she is thoroughly exposed,
shameless,
unforgettable
a sight near divine to beohld,
powerful through the timelines
of a splitsecond and for eternity,
the dancer is power personified,
reigning over her dominion.

So thus she stands,
Goddess in all her glory and she
becomes greater still, a beauty
self-softened
through the guiding hands,
to whom she rescinds her power,
her wilding spirit,
the reins of her soul.

She gives to the one she is chained to,
but is only a possession,
a gem for his pleasure,
a desirous whore for his satiation,
bondage expressed in servitude
and instruction
to the one she calls Master.

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SM is... by ??
S/M is watchingthe neighborhood kids play cops and robbers, and the look on the face ofthe one that has maneuvered herself into being the victim -- all tied upand the center of attention.

S/M is when thebelt hits, first it stings like hell ... then it's warm.

S/M is two guyson a Harley ... the front one - raunchy and hairy and wearing full leathersand his passenger in neat Levis, polo shirt and tennis shoes.

S/M is the ladydoctor from out of state that you keep tied up in a cage all weekend, and you invite your friends.

S/M is tryingto piss while your mistress holds your cock and makes comments.

S/M is your slaveholding her hair out of the way without being told, as you put on her collar.

S/M is the quiettypist by day who turns into a whip-wielding mistress by the night in a professional house of dominance.

S/M is the sweat,and wondering if you're going to pass out ... and finally letting go.

S/M is a pairof tiny gold handcuffs on an expensive dress at the symphony.

S/M is makingyour boyfriend wear a French maid outfit, and serve lunch to you and your two best girlfriends, who are into women's lib.

S/M is screaming"THAT'S ONE SIR! THANK YOU SIR!" at the top of your lungs.

S/M is the gratitude,all of your life, to the person who brought you out.

S/M is tryingto explain the massive frame and eyebolts to your landlady.

S/M is finding the perfect pair of boots.

S/M is your newslave, blindfolded, masturbating, and telling his secret fantasies, whileyou watch and listen to every marvelous detail.

S/M is fallingsleep with your hands and feet bound --- and the dreams.

S/M is the guy at the party who asks if he can try on your handcuffs.

S/M is forgettingto take off your steel cockring, and it sets off the alarm at the airport.

S/M is how hother ass feels when you caress the welts.

S/M is puttingup with a picky uncertain submissive, novice-new, who doesn't know how to say what he wants to say; but finally he gets down to it, and takes your breath away with the magnificent totality of his submission.

S/M is all the people explaining why S/M isso bad, knowing nothing about it and you want to giggle because they are so serious.

S/M is theperfume of sweaty leather.

S/M is your fifthanniversary and all of your friends hold and cuddle you while your loverhas a professional piercer put a gold ring through your labia. Afterwardsshe holds and kisses you and you'd do anything for her.

S/M is being absentmindedat work on Monday.

S/M is being takendownstairs, blindfolded and handcuffed. After you're stripped and tiedup, the blindfold comes off and you see it's soundproof.

S/M is wonderingwhat your co-executives would say if they knew about the welts and thesticky panties underneath your conservative suit.

S/M is wishingyou could afford one of everything at the S/M shop.

S/M is spottingan ancient gay masochist on the bus: shaved head, faded jacket, heavy chainand padlock around his neck, very clean, tattoos coming out of his collarand cuffs-quiet, upright, proud, centered, and content.

i am a submissive..... by ??
but that is not all i am....
i am a wife....
i am a cook.....
i do laundry....
i clean....
i may be a mother....
i am woman...
i am a daughter.....
i am a friend....
i am a lover.....
i have fantasies....
i have expectations.....
i have feelings...
i am compassionate...
i am tolerant....
i am patient...
i cry....
i mourn....
i hurt....
i laugh....
i giggle....
i love...
i despise....
at times...
i am an oxy-moron unto myself...
hello...i am a submissive.....

~And So Shall it be...~ by??

His eyes meet mine
I struggle
How do I procede?
He repeats the question...
"Who am I?"
My thoughts betray me
You are my love
My desire
I think of your name alone

NO
There is more
I feel the strength in your words
I see the fire of desire in your eyes.
I want
No
I must...I need to please you.

WHO ARE YOU?!?!
I shout out in my mind
You encompass me
You know me
You play me like a skilled musician
You are ever present in my mind
I belong to you alone

YES
I finally understand
I feel the word as it escapes my lips...
"Master"
"You are my Master"
His pleasure abounding
My breath increasing

"I am yours Master...
I am yours".

Borrowed Tongue by Roland Sintos Coloma

Please ~~by Sapho - first bisexual poetress

Come back to me, Gongyla, here tonight,
You, my rose, with your Lydian lyre.
There hovers forever around you delight:
A beauty desired.

Even your garment plunders my eyes.
I am enchanted: I who once
Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess,
Whom I now beseech

Never to let this lose me grace
But rather bring you back to me:
Amongst all mortal women the one
I most wish to see.

--Translated by Paul Roche
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Nights ~ Emily Dickenson
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds —
To a Heart in port —
Done with the Compass —
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden —
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight —
In Thee!

TRIAD
You want to know how it will be
Me and her, or you and me
You both stand there, your long hair flowing
Eyes alive, your minds still growing
Saying to me:
"What can we do now that we both love you?"
I love you too
I don't really see
Why can't we go on as three?

You are afraid, embarrased too
No one has ever said such a thing to you
Your mother's ghost stands at your shoulder
Face like ice, a little bit colder
Saying to you:
"You cannot do that it breaks all the rules
You learned in school."
I don't really see
Why can't we go on as three?

We love each other, it's plain to see
There's just one answer that comes to me
Sister lovers, water brothers
And in time, maybe others
So you see:
What we can do is to try something new
If you're crazy too
I don't really see
Why can't we go on as three?
- "Triad" by David Crosby

LOVE PROCLAIMED By:Elaine Stirk 1997

Who is this woman who loves two
Who can show both heart and soul
Who can love a man and a woman
For this truly makes her whole

Who is this woman who can take
both their love and pain
Who will stand beside them through thick and thin
Forever and again

Who is this woman who will proclaim to the world
no judgement by you will destroy
The true love and bond I have for these two
No world I shall never let you take away our joy!

Who is this woman I hear you say
Who declares her love for these two
I am the writer of this poem

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Who are you or you to say
that I must live my life this way
that I must join with only one
a heart has limits thus.

I tell to you my love is wide
with tears and dreams and joys inside
enough for three or five, nay ten
to lose myself and give to them.

Your limits seem so odd to me
to clench and chain what must be free
do you taste your partner's joy
or merely of your fears.

To share is but the crux of love
and not presume to own a heart
a landlord of the flesh I'm not
perhaps one day you'll know.

One man alone is like a cripple bound to his pillow, enobled/ humbled
by the daily discipline of conquering trivial detail, even the lacing of
boots a major challenge. When does the One achieve more?
Two may live serenely, with occasional storms of high happiness, if the
weather and the times are with them, and chance smiles on them, and
Death des not halve them. The man of such a union must take vows of
poverty: his one woman will never be as rich as his dreams. The woman
of such a union must learn to cherish weaknesses and lacks: her one man
will have to work too hard to be the best of lovers. When expectations
are small, and life benevolent, a Two works well enough.
Three restlessly seeks another mate like water seeks the sea, but a
triumvirate is the freest of all marriages from conflict. A chair with
three legs does not wobble.
Four is the threshold of emotional wisdom. Only masters of the four
phases of love and the four nodes of loyalty can juggle a marriage of
four without losing the ball. The Four is a game for the players of the
game of love who have won.
Five, like Three, is sensually unstable but transmutes more opulently
in the harmonies of it's shifting. The Five is an energy amplifier of
great power based on loyalty, love, experience, communication, and
flexibility. Mates of a Five are adepts at conflict resolution. It is
said that a clan is in safe hands whose leader has achieved a Five.
Six is the marriage of completion. The children of the Sixes shall
inherit the stars for the symbol of six is the star.

Courtship Rite, by Donald Kingsbury

Words to Live By

1. Tell the truth. Honesty really is the best policy.

2. Perfect your ability to love. It's the most powerful force in the world.

3. Pay attention to two-year-olds and puppies. They know what's important.

4. Look at sunsets; smell the flowers; listen to the birds; touch the people you care about; taste life. Everything you need is there for you.

5. Take responsibility for meeting your own needs, but don't do it in ways that keep them from meeting theirs.

6. Forgive yourself and others. We're all doing the best we can to find our way.

7. Live by your own values. Others may think they know best for you, but you're the one who has to live with the consequences of your actions.

8. Listen to your body and take care of it. It's the best teacher you have now.

9. Laugh often and long. It really does help.

10. Hang out with people you like and admire. We tend to imitate those around us whether we want to or not.

11. Follow your dream. Life is exciting when you're pursuing your own goals and you can do and have most anything you really want.

12. Learn from your failures and don't be afraid to fail often.

13. Life isn't fair, but it isn't unfair either. When things don't seem to be working for you, do something. Movement is the key to change and life itself.

The Invitation
It doesn't interest Me
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest Me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest Me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of futher pain!

I want to know
if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own, without moving
to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstacy fill you
to the tips of your fingers & toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest Me
if the story
you're telling Me is true.
I want to know
if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know
if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure,
yours or Mine, and still stand
on the edge of a lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!

It doesn't interest Me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief & dispair,
weary & bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest Me
who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with Me/us and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest Me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself, and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

I want to know,
Can you risk your heart
to dance in the fire of love?
To be washed by the tears?
To share mine/his/our life?

Goodbye

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And loving someone doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that maybe's aren't contracts
And lets see's aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and future's have
A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn.
With every goodbye you learn.

-Anonymous

"When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity -- in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.

"The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits -- islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the security of the winged life, of the ebb and flow, of the intermittency."

Big Girl Love

Oh the pleasure
soft warm treasure
I ease inside her with a shove
the secret joy of Big Girl Love

Just too much for me to measure
benefits that fill the ledger
feeling good I ride above
the passion of this Big Girl Love

Wet and warm it feels nice
to say it' good does not suffice
she fits my body like a glove
it feels great this Big Girl Love

The way she moves it gives me fits
her strength and passion never quits
Her sounds are coo just like a dove
she fills my ears with Big Girl Love

I like the way her body shakes
I love the passion that she takes
I could not ever get rid of
this wild desire for Big Girl Love

MY Eyes

My eyes
licked your body
as you stood naked
in the spotlight of my dreams
visions so hauntingly real
my arms reached out
from the shadow of the moon
to touch the warmth of your smile
while your body heat blazoned my thoughts.

You came to me
striding to an erotic cadence
as I watched you on my knees
mouth watering
hungry for the taste of you
while sultry eyes licked your body
beckoning you to come
down to me
so I could feel
your hungering breath
touch my lips
desirous tongues meeting to dance
inside the conclaves of our oral caverns
juices mixing...
stirring our glorious agonizing passion
annointed by your kiss
I journeyed to retrieve the key
to my passion's gate
to trace the center of your universe
while the hot winds of my orifice
blew upon your terrain ...

I inhaled
continuing on my quest
downward
igniting flames along the way
you closing your eyes
whimpering moans of delight
as my tongue flickered like a serpent stalking its prey
creating a brilliant light in your mind
that guided you
from the darkness of the world and its woes
to trap you within the confines of my suckling surge
until the waters of your sea
rushed forth in rhythmic pulsations...
as my eyes
licked your body.