BDSM Haiku

In the dark stillness
I hear the sound of leather
Snap across my ass

Contemplating more
I shiver under your gaze
What delights are next

Your finger tips brush
Ever so lightly, gently
Before the next sting

"More" you hear me say
As you explore my body
"Not yet" you whisper

You find hungry lips
Wet with desire for you
Fingers tantalize

And then you fill me
Hard thrusts into my body
Taking what is yours

Claimed again by you
Yours to possess and cherish
Joy in pleasing you
 
This is absolutely incredible! LOVE it!

In the dark stillness
I hear the sound of leather
Snap across my ass

Contemplating more
I shiver under your gaze
What delights are next

Your finger tips brush
Ever so lightly, gently
Before the next sting

"More" you hear me say
As you explore my body
"Not yet" you whisper

You find hungry lips
Wet with desire for you
Fingers tantalize

And then you fill me
Hard thrusts into my body
Taking what is yours

Claimed again by you
Yours to possess and cherish
Joy in pleasing you
 
In the dark stillness
I hear the sound of leather
Snap across my ass

Contemplating more
I shiver under your gaze
What delights are next

Your finger tips brush
Ever so lightly, gently
Before the next sting

"More" you hear me say
As you explore my body
"Not yet" you whisper

You find hungry lips
Wet with desire for you
Fingers tantalize

And then you fill me
Hard thrusts into my body
Taking what is yours

Claimed again by you
Yours to possess and cherish
Joy in pleasing you


YES!!! This is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!! Love it!!! :D
 
Floating, reason gone
The self no longer exists
And you took me there

(with contributions by JamieJ424)
 
taunting and teasing
he heartily laughs out loud
she bites her lip hard

bothered, unsettled
twitching, irked, and tapping feet
confused yet compelled

relentless writhing
exhausting tension of mind
nonsensical choice

holding her body
his hook slides into her flesh
content he will sit

pondering escape
wriggling on the hook she waits
decision postponed
 
Fleet feet run the kite
Along a windless grassy field
Until that first gust

It draws the string tight
From his hands the line unwinds
And the kite rises
 
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