RhymeFairy
Literotica Guru
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- May 24, 2005
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Hi ya...
I just wrote this poem. It's not really hardcore...
Just a lil tinge of the BDSM
thoughts...
So If you have a poem,
I thought we might share...
Not my best, but it was fun...
*grins*
Just a lil thought~
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Tie Me Up
Could you tie me up.
Whip me into submission.
Clout every thought,
with a temperas longing.
I wanna learn it all.
So please tie me up.
Pour it into me.
Mix all your worldly thoughts,
needs, wants into this form,
of me.
I see you watching me, with desire.
To fix me, you say. I will allow it.
If you tie me up, that is.
Chain me to this wall of pleasure.
Cuff me with a featherous palm.
Stick it to me, hard ... strong.
Chaff me up, hanging within sight.
Melt your oils of wordy words,
upon me. Let me be the picture,
to which you paint. Stroke me,
with laughters' lusty limpets.
Breeze me with whispering stanzas,
of passion, adore, desire ... need.
I want to feel your breath of form,
imagine your flow on my body of write.
So tie me up.
Love me, with your words,
of art. The clock ticks.
Sand trickles, through the glass.
I wait for you, to tie me up...
I just wrote this poem. It's not really hardcore...
Just a lil tinge of the BDSM
thoughts...
So If you have a poem,
I thought we might share...
Not my best, but it was fun...
*grins*
Just a lil thought~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tie Me Up
Could you tie me up.
Whip me into submission.
Clout every thought,
with a temperas longing.
I wanna learn it all.
So please tie me up.
Pour it into me.
Mix all your worldly thoughts,
needs, wants into this form,
of me.
I see you watching me, with desire.
To fix me, you say. I will allow it.
If you tie me up, that is.
Chain me to this wall of pleasure.
Cuff me with a featherous palm.
Stick it to me, hard ... strong.
Chaff me up, hanging within sight.
Melt your oils of wordy words,
upon me. Let me be the picture,
to which you paint. Stroke me,
with laughters' lusty limpets.
Breeze me with whispering stanzas,
of passion, adore, desire ... need.
I want to feel your breath of form,
imagine your flow on my body of write.
So tie me up.
Love me, with your words,
of art. The clock ticks.
Sand trickles, through the glass.
I wait for you, to tie me up...