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I like your new sunset pic.

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I was feeling a little kinky

If you can't handle gay, look away:

Why so demanding? You know you’ll get what you want!

What I’ll do for you depends on the trust you inspire in me.
How far will I go for you?
Treat me gentle and we will see.
We’ve only just met Sir so draw me closer first too.

I’m going to give you everything you desire, very soon.
Stroke me Sir, love me.
Pet me Sir, Rub me.
Lead me gently to your room.

Please Sir, if it’s not too much trouble for you
I need to feel appreciated for what I do.
So pull me down softly by the hair.
Now touch me there, yes there and... Oh god yes, everywhere!

Whatever you want, it’s there for the taking
Anticipation has you smiling, me shaking.
And your smile incites in me nervous quivers,
My body pulses with horny shivers.

What do you want to do?
Tie my arms above my head?
Tickle my feet, strap me to the bed?
Whatever you want Sir, it’s all for you.



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Uggg said:

I was feeling a little kinky

If you can't handle gay, look away:

Why so demanding? You know you’ll get what you want!

What I’ll do for you depends on the trust you inspire in me.
How far will I go for you?
Treat me gentle and we will see.
We’ve only just met Sir so draw me closer first too.

I’m going to give you everything you desire, very soon.
Stroke me Sir, love me.
Pet me Sir, Rub me.
Lead me gently to your room.

Please Sir, if it’s not too much trouble for you
I need to feel appreciated for what I do.
So pull me down softly by the hair.
Now touch me there, yes there and... Oh god yes, everywhere!

Whatever you want, it’s there for the taking
Anticipation has you smiling, me shaking.
And your smile incites in me nervous quivers,
My body pulses with horny shivers.

What do you want to do?
Tie my arms above my head?
Tickle my feet, strap me to the bed?
Whatever you want Sir, it’s all for you.



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Beautiful!

Uggg said:

I was feeling a little kinky


Why so demanding? You know you’ll get what you want!

What I’ll do for you depends on the trust you inspire in me.
How far will I go for you?
Treat me gentle and we will see.
We’ve only just met Sir so draw me closer first too.

I’m going to give you everything you desire, very soon.
Stroke me Sir, love me.
Pet me Sir, Rub me.
Lead me gently to your room.

Please Sir, if it’s not too much trouble for you
I need to feel appreciated for what I do.
So pull me down softly by the hair.
Now touch me there, yes there and... Oh god yes, everywhere!

Whatever you want, it’s there for the taking
Anticipation has you smiling, me shaking.
And your smile incites in me nervous quivers,
My body pulses with horny shivers.

What do you want to do?
Tie my arms above my head?
Tickle my feet, strap me to the bed?
Whatever you want Sir, it’s all for you.



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This poem could be for any couple, I like the daringness of it!

Misshotndeep said:

Beautiful!

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Hiya Misshotndeep,

Thank you, I have more but I don't want to scare away my straight friends. I've been enjoying all the company I get in this thread.

Hey you might like this thread: BDSM haiku

How do you prefer your name to be shortened? Misshotndeep is a mission to type.

Miss?
MHnD?

I was looking through your profile yesterday, holy smokes you've started a lot of threads.



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LanguageOfLove said:

This poem could be for any couple, I like the daringness of it!

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Yea, I actually thought better of posting it in its original form and watered it down a bit. lol.

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Uggg said:

Oh, personal development, growth as an artist, creative expression? Sounds like work lol. Me- I'm just up for some fun. Maybe I'm staying in my comfort zone but that's ok I'm comfortable with that .

Not all of my poems rhyme ('Summer tree' didn't.) but there is something I like about rhyming words- all the poems that really speak to me, that give me shivers, rhyme.

Here are words that burnt there way into my mind through my eyes:

Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.

Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.

Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.

Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.

Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.

Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.

O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.

-Thomas Braken


Each to their own but for me-
I rhyming words.



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Lol you won't find anyone on here more of a champion for forms but there are so many of them and so much fun to learn.

Well its the end of my week. Two days of fun in the sun. See you all on Monday.

Thank you everyone for embracing my new thread. You've all been wonderful.

lots of love

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Good morning my friends!

Thought I'd start the day off with something sexy,

Last week I posted a gay poem that rhymed this week its something about the lovely ladies and it doesn't.

Oh! What treasures we are trading!

She has a concave curve just below her belly
Into which I can pour a pool of cool coconut oil,
Like a shaded pond beneath those very same palms.
An oasis from which fingertip caravans trail oily pathways
And ticklish gasp ways in the sand.
Oh what treasures we are trading!

Uggg said:

Good morning my friends!

Thought I'd start the day off with something sexy,

Last week I posted a gay poem that rhymed this week its something about the lovely ladies and it doesn't.

Oh! What treasures we are trading!

She has a concave curve just below her belly
Into which I can pour a pool of cool coconut oil,
Like a shaded pond beneath those very same palms.
An oasis from which fingertip caravans trail oily pathways
And ticklish gasp ways in the sand.
Oh what treasures we are trading!

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Oh, that's nice! what lovely words and descriptions you chose!! beautiful!

LanguageOfLove said:

Oh, that's nice! what lovely words and descriptions you chose!! beautiful!

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Why thank you.

I wanted to gather my BDSM haikus together into one post and put them here.

You may have seen these in another thread, but I wanted to consolidate. :

Held bound but writhing,
Sensation building in waves,
Then such sweet release.

The lightest touches
Suddenly hard then softer
The long slow build up

Massage oil trickles,
Tickles, neck then down the spine.
What is to follow?

Stretching out relaxed,
Warm flesh on slippery skin,
Sighs of contentment.

Haiku limited
By the ball gag in my mouth
I'll speak with my eyes

Ah...*Gasp*... Oh God...AAHHH!
Do you need me to stop hun?
No Sir! Please, no Sir!

I wear a collar,
For intimate surrender.
Not for me, for you.



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I started writing all this out because I thought I might be able to make a poem out of it but it was way to daunting. So I'm just gonna dump it as is.

Mighty trees

Underneath the mightiest trees in the darkest places a billion transactions occur in an economy we cannot see.
These trees are thousands of years older than us. In their permanent shade all life belongs to them.
Below, under the soil that they have made over thousands of seasons roots spread like highways. Around every root like the power grid of a human city are entwined great colonies of moulds and fungi.
This relationship is the foundation of life on earth.
Every night the moulds and fungi pass nutrients to the roots of these ancient trees and in return are fed sugars. Sugars that are made during the day, above where the mighty trees kiss the sunlight sent from Sol, ever radiant and eventually all consuming.
The minerals, fibres and proteins produced by these factory fungi are circulated by silent pumps moving tons of water everyday so far up that human technology can not yet match the feat, at least not silently.
These elements are then used to build the rigid structure that is the skeleton of a tree. The fibrous cell walls, something unique to plants, all other cellular life forms have just a much softer cell membrane.
The water then passes through the lush green leaves where through a process so unique its almost magical carbon dioxide is broken down into carbon and oxygen and sugar is created.
These mighty tree life forms that deal in a secret economy of nutrients with the single celled lives below are dealing also in a much more important, at least to us, economy above. As we breathe in oxygen and out carbon dioxide they breathe in carbon dioxide and out oxygen. Every breath we take is taken with them. They are our guardian angels.
They are essential to our lives and yet we are not essential to theirs. While we need them to produce our oxygen they can produce their own carbon dioxide. Every year they drop the detritus of their existence onto the ground around them and the fungi and mould that they nurture below consumes this bounty producing carbon dioxide and recycling the nutrients back into the system. What isn’t used becomes the Earth, The rich loam of the forest floor.
So do we respect, love and nurture these mighty and generous custodians of our very lives. No. We are cutting them down. Very soon it will be all of them.

Then what?



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Coming by to leave some glitter in your thread as well

LostGirlTink said:

Coming by to leave some glitter in your thread as well

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Thank you!

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I've been slowly deteriorating due to real life shit, but I thought I'd drop in to give you a free bump since I haven't talked to you in a minute.

PissKitten said:

I've been slowly deteriorating due to real life shit, but I thought I'd drop in to give you a free bump since I haven't talked to you in a minute.

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Hiya PK,

Hugs!

been wondering what could have happened to you. I think you could be the busiest person I know. Is it a curse or a blessing?

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Hope

Hope is a cursed thing.
It degrades the strength of resignation
And opens the door to frustration and desire.
Desire which is the root of suffering.

Yet without hope we would have to accept reality.
Who wants that; who wants unbridled sanity?
The alternative is the only light in the darkness.
I have this cursed hope, call me crazy.

I've started so many poems today but can't complete any.

They all turn too dark too quickly. I can't even manage sexy, usually my first remedy when the dark words come.

From the depths I fear something nasty does rise.

Watch this space

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Run for your life son
A terrible darkness comes
We ride out the storm

Disgorging some crap. My apologies in advance.

Scumbag!
You prick! I remember you well.
Can’t forget, I’ll see you in hell!
We will bring our own demons,
‘I’ll be yours and you be mine’.
We’ve said that before-
But it will be you that hurts this time!

The sin eaters vomit
There’s no such thing as absolution,
There’s no such thing as the victim when two tango.
As culpable as you, I’m guilty too,
But I’ll never forget the things you made me do.

From what dark place does this feeling come?
From pain past felt and long thought buried.
From shame and self recrimination- mental scum.
The sin eaters vomit.

*Tries to arrange some flowers to hide all the vomit*

We may need some extra sparkles in here I will see what I can find

*slurs a 'Thank you' around a big breath mint.*