Spanking-The-Muse Thread

dreams of fantasy.
nights of longings.
mapping the road,
of unknown.

placing funny fingers,
on a lonesome heart.
mapping out, wearisome
woe. to placate the eye
of the storm.

stampeding herd,
of shaking desires,
rush in. taking you
by the hand. leading
into passions future.

fantasy ... reality
merge, becoming
one. heart filled
with love ... renewed.


:cathappy:
 
can't sleep
the demons
in my head
keep me awake,
wont let
me rest,
stalking my
brain,
drudging
up memories
of times
best forgotton.
 
The Mutt said:
Awake, my love and greet the day
gather ye rosebuds where you may
smell the roses and sew your oats
a rising tide will lift all boats
There's a place for everything
put everything in its place
put all your worries on the shelf
and sit your sweet ass on my face!
:rose:


sitting upon my throne,
of loves sweet face. wiggles
giggles ... yummy licks.

scruffy beard ... scratches
tingling tongue ... roams
diving home. slithering
hips hula, upon your
cum kissed face ~


:p
 
wildsweetone said:
a long-legged silhouette strides along the path
6 inch red shoes, fishnets, black skirt
rides up as she bends

blood red nails, dig
in deep. scaling
sacred sanctuaries,
scratching ... sweet.
pop kiss smacks.
... spanking,
my naughty muse


:devil:
 
Apples Baby ... Apples~

Tasting the fruit in the air
feeling you so close, to me.
Apples that drop, forgotten
on the ground. We lay
entwined within an orchard,
of leaves and twigs.

Panty slides, fingers dip. Hotter
than hell this lil honey pot. Rue
of apple sauce, mixed with nutty
berries, ripened on the vine.

Tree bark bites, tender willing
flesh. Clots of earth, trampled
beneath gripping toes clawed.

Blossoming flowers, showering
down, as tree shakes, begging
for mercy. Mercy must be,
denied. For this day, is ours.
To have and love, amidst
apple flowers ...


:heart:

Just a thought. ~

:catroar:
 
The Mutt said:
Awake, my love and greet the day
gather ye rosebuds where you may
smell the roses and sew your oats
a rising tide will lift all boats
There's a place for everything
put everything in its place
put all your worries on the shelf
and sit your sweet ass on my face!
:rose:



awake, yet dreaming
feeling your essence
p u l l
me in. can I drink you
swallow you whole
taste you outside in

fornicating thoughts
tremble ... shake
setting the pace
ass sitting on
f a c e

single digits dip
one by one
scheming a skimming
of tongue trails as
dew drops slurp
in then
o u t
 
RhymeFairy said:


awake, yet dreaming
feeling your essence
p u l l
me in. can I drink you
swallow you whole
taste you outside in

fornicating thoughts
tremble ... shake
setting the pace
ass sitting on
f a c e

single digits dip
one by one
scheming a skimming
of tongue trails as
dew drops slurp
in then
o u t

can I sink
into your very
essence,
be body double
to your body
only better.

I want to be
i n si d e you,
day and night.
taste all
that is you.
Absorb every
moment, thought
sigh
... feeling
of you.

submerge myself
d e e p l y , intimately
within succulent
milky skin,
so soft ... sweet.

Feel your blood
as it zings
through your veins,
pumping
feeding that body
of needy,
want as it craves
my touch.

be intoxicated
on your voice
as it murmurs,
interposes
insatiably
along the walls,
of my soul.

go on a pilgrimage
and linger
like honey stuck
to a spoon,
of your nefariously
enchanted
cherry lips.

suckle on every word
that flows from
those same
crescent moons.

inside, out
I wanna be
in you,
only you
you
you
mmmmmm ~



:kiss:
 
Rough Ride 2


I get to ride you
a long time.
Nice n slow
round hips glide.

Grind hard
... feelin' that flow.
Deep, n dark,
wetness
seeps.

Across
my thigh,
it creeps.
Hiding your cock
inside my tunnel,
of passion.
Feeling my love,
between my thighs
.. thrashin'.

Groans
... moans fill tha air.
Nothing,
between this pair.
Skin to skin
juicy, wet
with seedy
... sweat.

His brows
upturned,
with no regret.
Pleadingly,
he doth beg.
As she rides,
his third leg.

Tits bouncing,
teasing her man.
Cause she knows,
she can.




:devil: :heart: :kiss:
 
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defected ... reflected
this heart
is broken
fragmented
... stagmented
shot
to smithereens.

superman without
the super.
wonderwoman
... no wonder
when does it all end?

devastated
... needs
medicated.
nothing can
cure,
this pain.
shoot me
full
whatever
it takes ...

crazy in love
... dropped,
just another line.
hooked ...
line and sinker
caught,
and I never
even fought.

fought,
that feeling,
loves divine
intervention.
intervened
... deemed me
worthy,
yet again,
I thought.

worthy,
to love, share,
and feel.

Feel
so much
captured ...
my heart, was
reeled in.

in for a love, out of
time ...
now sit
... alone,
blind.

blinded by heartache.
calling
my name. my
number is up,
heart has been
blocked,

blocked ~



:rose:
 
A little poem I didnät know where to put, so I put it here while I think about it for a while...




4 Pumpkin

Pumpkin,
would you
rather not smile
that Cheshire cat grin?

Has it
cut once too often
your silence and skin?

Hallowed outside
but hollow within.

Pumpkin,
do you dream
of November,

licking the wounds
of a scorching
but beautiful ember?

Would you rather
not even remember?

Pumpkin,
tell me
how did you stumble,
where did it begin?

Did you try
once too often
to wager and win?

Pretty to pieces
and lost in the spin.

Pumpkin,
will you
ever grow weary
of clamor and sin?

All the
Cheshire incisions
that leak your pulse thin.

Where wonder bleeds out
and winter seeps in.
 
spanking my muse
he's been naughty you see
there alone
there
without me.

so I think real hard
of punishment
you see. a thought crosses
my mind, laughing ... with glee.

scandalous sex exploits
have ran amuck
taken my body
my toes
they did suck.

lips of amber
smeared with cream
long swallows
'twas a heavenly dream.

curls of silk wrapped
and warped
sideburns stroked
this man, I did not
abort.

my ship had come in
an adonis of the first class
scolded me sarcastically
while spanking my ass.

long, hard we rode
through the night
like two prize fighters
taking flight.

now alone, I think
of him. wondering his name
tom ... dick .. or was it
jim?



:catroar:

OK, so I finally got 'mused~
woohoo ~ silly, but fun ~

;)
 
I would love to
provoke my muse.
He sleeps slumbers,
while I walk ... pace.

Shall I pounce
him awake. Or
give him slow
tongue slides.

Down his hills
n valleys, thighs
chest. Stopping
only to taste.

Dip
into his nectar
of nasty love.
Swallow
silken sins ...

If only my muse
was awake. If
only ...

*pacing ....



:devil:
 
As you can see, this is one of my Fav threads. I thought to Bump it, to see if anyone is up for a challenge. :D

A poem on muses.
Mine has lost his sense of humor. Holding out on me, and I need to rev him up, spank him, and show him who is boss. Does anyone else feel the need ... to spank their muse?

:catroar:
 
Unfortunately my muse is more like a theme park than a person, but it needs a good scrubbing and overhauling to re-open bright and shiny new.

I'm in.
 
If I see your muse,
I’ll send him on his way.
I’ll spank and return him,
with the instructions,
its not time to play

If you see mine,
just let her be.
She stumbled away,
laughing so hard,
at my trying to write poetry.


*********
Hugo :eek:
 
poetry is in the way
the trees breathe, how
blossoms seek sunshine
and when your muse winks
with that twinkle in her eye. relax
and it will flow like the fresh
mountain water that stampedes
over rocks, like the ink needle
skimming skin designing a fleshy
decor, like the smooth spray
of a nametag on the underpass.
open your eyes and watch
it come.
 
Fickle little pickle
use to tickle my fancy
but fear i'm becoming
quite ansy

I have better things to do
than sit here waiting,
on you, tired of this
waiting game
Gawd, it's so lame

Not my cup of tea
you see, let's get this
show on the road
shift it into gear
before i kick some rear

On with the show
c'mon let's go-quick quick quick
i don't have time for this
clickity, click, click

Where the hell is my muse
when i blow another fuse
in my van, that's it i've had enough
time to get the truck
it's Ram Tough!



(Thanks RF :) :rose: )
 
A poet I am not, however when a special person presents an opportunity,
Is it not best to risk all and attempt it....

A muse is something I not had,
and if I did, I'm not sure what I'd gain.
Perhaps the muse would challenge me,
improving my vision, my desire to risk.
Or perhaps the muse just critique.
How would a muse correct or entice?
Would it be with a kind word or soft touch?
Would the muse use guilt or teasing?
Would the best be to reward or punish?
If my muse were to use all of these,
is it possible to actually obtain something that was readable?
As we travelled along the path of muse and enticed,
would spanking be used?
Perhaps spanking given would be punishment,
or perhaps reward...
Someday a muse may come into my life and I'll find out.
 
Ya'll are tha Bomb !!!


so I sent out a round up
trying to lure him in
as yet he is still missing
think now tis time for some
din din

here kit-ty ... kit-ty
come to momma
stretch out beside me
let out your Kama


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OK, so he is till missing, my writng has gone
amuck. Thanks to all ... for wishing me luck ~

:p

So I sent out a few pm's to friends. ;)
The response was awesome !! :D
Thank you all again for the encouragement and fun.

:rose: :rose:
 
RhymeFairy said:
So I sent out a few pm's to friends. ;)

well heck, i never got one!

:p


by the way, is being a Bomb a good thing or a bad thing? i'd just like to know before i go sticking my big toe in my mouth, again.


RF, quit procrastinating and write :D
 
wildsweetone said:
well heck, i never got one!

:p


by the way, is being a Bomb a good thing or a bad thing? i'd just like to know before i go sticking my big toe in my mouth, again.


RF, quit procrastinating and write :D

I did not have your email addy ... sorry ~ :rose: :rose:

being *tha Bomb is the bestest thing ;)

Hmm, toes ... mouth Grrr nice imagery. Think I am just a lil *hot wired this pm, lol ~

here it is. Hot off tha press, lol
~~~~ bounced from a recent softy poem of mine *Waxed


mmm yes I would love to wax
you up
softly blaze golden skin
to a heated molten mountain
to a rocky stiff cocky. plaster
two bodies soulfully slick
together. match flames, smoke erupts
as cum shoots ... spurts
everywhere. taste you all
night. over, up
down then again

again

again ...



just a thought ~ ;)
 
RhymeFairy said:
As you can see, this is one of my Fav threads. I thought to Bump it, to see if anyone is up for a challenge. :D

A poem on muses.
Mine has lost his sense of humor. Holding out on me, and I need to rev him up, spank him, and show him who is boss. Does anyone else feel the need ... to spank their muse?

:catroar:

I like spanking your muse <grin
 
With an AV like that, I think we're all willing to spank anything you want us to! :D

Your words are like water
welcoming, wet, and warm
Pouring from your carmine cavern
creating an emotional storm

Let me fill you with inspiration
cascading kisses over cold skin
The warmth of our desire
will surely draw our muses in

Then with silken strands we'll bind them
until they sing for us once more
when poetic silence exists no longer
and our emotions eagerly spill forth

Contrite phrases and trivial words will fly
be reformed with a life of their own
overflowing with literary fertilty
through Passion's playgrounds we'll roam.



I'm sure our muses are just out enjoying the first tastes of spring and will soon return and dazzle us with their inspiration. Plus, I can't spank mine for leaving me, he'd enjoy it too much and then might leave more often! :devil:
Hope you all have a great weekend!
 
De-mused

Don't think
I don't see what
you have done with me

once I was line,chapter,verse
novel to you
words spilled
from your pen onto paper
spread like honey across toast
sweet and warm,

now all that's left is crumbs
I have been marginalized
placed in the safe space
on the border, out of context
reduced to a minor footnote
sitting alone, a reminder
of inspiration, relevance
but little else
 
honey golden limbs
dipped
warm wet
bubbles surround
taking in
out, legs reaching w a y
up high
slip,
suds scoping
a sub
scant to do

secret
mission

legions of hairs
shaved
cream puffed, scruffed
razor sharp edges
sanding down
down
anklets turned
knees
b e n t
puff
breath
air scolds, red
cheeks crack
a grin
wanna shave
with me
again?


:kiss: ;)
 
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