Cafe Poetry
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WriterDom
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He watches as her tongue traces her lips
she asks with cock hungry eyes
to feel the fulness of His cock meat
the taste of Master
the feeling of service as she sucks
His hand wrapped in her hair
His sighs strum against her pounding clit
a hint of cum to come
a vessel for his pleasure
she trembles when it erupts
savoring each drop of her prize
she asks with cock hungry eyes
to feel the fulness of His cock meat
the taste of Master
the feeling of service as she sucks
His hand wrapped in her hair
His sighs strum against her pounding clit
a hint of cum to come
a vessel for his pleasure
she trembles when it erupts
savoring each drop of her prize
Bachlum Chaam
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Thought I would bring one of my poor attempts from the Playground
Stark appears in the dark
whip in hand to leave his mark
Kym and Vinde run in dread
of being lashed to his bed
rise and fall of said whip
to leave a mark from the tip
wenches tears do so flow
Starkies hand does not slow
grinning rictus on his face
the lashing speeds all apace
red of eye looks so queer
a month solid upon the beer
too pissed to change attire
insisting all call him sire
Gotham village hides in dread
all afeared to show their head
striding through the dark
the anti christ known as Stark
Stark appears in the dark
whip in hand to leave his mark
Kym and Vinde run in dread
of being lashed to his bed
rise and fall of said whip
to leave a mark from the tip
wenches tears do so flow
Starkies hand does not slow
grinning rictus on his face
the lashing speeds all apace
red of eye looks so queer
a month solid upon the beer
too pissed to change attire
insisting all call him sire
Gotham village hides in dread
all afeared to show their head
striding through the dark
the anti christ known as Stark
WriterDom
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I don't believe in luck
or that life is random chances
I don't think I would have found you
among the many
unless the time was right
for you as well as me
I cannot speak of the future
for it follows its own path
I only know that today you are mine
and what is "We"
but a seedling
with Me as the Sun
and you as the water
both are equal in importance
for the roots to grow deep
and the Oak to grow tall
or that life is random chances
I don't think I would have found you
among the many
unless the time was right
for you as well as me
I cannot speak of the future
for it follows its own path
I only know that today you are mine
and what is "We"
but a seedling
with Me as the Sun
and you as the water
both are equal in importance
for the roots to grow deep
and the Oak to grow tall
WriterDom
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Hard nipples contrast with soft breasts
surrendering to the icy clamps
soft eyes yield to His gaze
she sinks to her knees
her needs reined in by desire
knowing the path is obscured
she only follows the tug of leather
the heavy collar her yoke
balancing passion with patience
she graciously accepts the unknown
with trust solidified by time
in time, he will take all from her
leaving her a quivering mess
her mind soaring away
to be brought back slowly
by His familiar voice
where she finds comfort in his arms
And refuge from the miles apart
surrendering to the icy clamps
soft eyes yield to His gaze
she sinks to her knees
her needs reined in by desire
knowing the path is obscured
she only follows the tug of leather
the heavy collar her yoke
balancing passion with patience
she graciously accepts the unknown
with trust solidified by time
in time, he will take all from her
leaving her a quivering mess
her mind soaring away
to be brought back slowly
by His familiar voice
where she finds comfort in his arms
And refuge from the miles apart
Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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In the Beginning
Gently placed smacks
Sweet redness, growing warmth
A lash soon joins
Spreading jolts of fire
The quaking of a tender ass
Wetness soaks Your leg
And yet, i would not
Beg for an ending
Only a new beginning
The levels of pain
And pleasure beyond compare
lil girl
Gently placed smacks
Sweet redness, growing warmth
A lash soon joins
Spreading jolts of fire
The quaking of a tender ass
Wetness soaks Your leg
And yet, i would not
Beg for an ending
Only a new beginning
The levels of pain
And pleasure beyond compare
lil girl
Howling_Ire
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infantile gesture
crawling softly moveing
lack of leasure
carpet burns, chaifes
desire sends to the brain a ceasure
no longer just a game of leasure
it fills the sences
expounds
delights
moveing on, and beyond
seeking darker love
i am yours always,
if not for tonight.
crawling softly moveing
lack of leasure
carpet burns, chaifes
desire sends to the brain a ceasure
no longer just a game of leasure
it fills the sences
expounds
delights
moveing on, and beyond
seeking darker love
i am yours always,
if not for tonight.
WriterDom
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she is prone
lying still over lap
her voice silenced
by the simple gesture
of finger across lips
her fingers dug deep into fabric
her breath registered by heave
of breast cupped in His hand
her senses on high alert
picking up the drip of past rain
her ass an ivory fulness
a picture of peace, of calm
before the storm of spank
flushes nethermost cheeks with heat
and her face with thrill
To the raven at the windowsill
her moans seem of pain
& movement of escape
pussy drips upon His lap
and pussy never lies
lying still over lap
her voice silenced
by the simple gesture
of finger across lips
her fingers dug deep into fabric
her breath registered by heave
of breast cupped in His hand
her senses on high alert
picking up the drip of past rain
her ass an ivory fulness
a picture of peace, of calm
before the storm of spank
flushes nethermost cheeks with heat
and her face with thrill
To the raven at the windowsill
her moans seem of pain
& movement of escape
pussy drips upon His lap
and pussy never lies
le_kinklet
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My first writing attempt....
As i sit gazing out my lounge room window i see cyclamens a glow,
I see Spring is finally upon us with its aroma of all things new,
The wrens are courting, chirping, fluttering and making their new home,
Her in inconspicuous tones of brown and He in splendorous blue,
A pair of rosella's nesting in the valley below undercover of a tree fern,
The sun dancing in the treetops reflecting on their plumage of green,
Dappled light on the forest floor giving it's animals the protection they deserve,
Yes Spring is here all new, fresh, untouched in woodlands crisp and clean.
As i sit gazing out my lounge room window i see cyclamens a glow,
I see Spring is finally upon us with its aroma of all things new,
The wrens are courting, chirping, fluttering and making their new home,
Her in inconspicuous tones of brown and He in splendorous blue,
A pair of rosella's nesting in the valley below undercover of a tree fern,
The sun dancing in the treetops reflecting on their plumage of green,
Dappled light on the forest floor giving it's animals the protection they deserve,
Yes Spring is here all new, fresh, untouched in woodlands crisp and clean.
A Desert Rose
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BUMP for my favorite poet...
Maybe this will inspire him and others to write some new ones.
Maybe this will inspire him and others to write some new ones.
Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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Dream Time (written 3/26/01)
Drifting on a sea of dreams, out of bounds, out of reach
Seaching for a new sensation and someone else to teach
Warm arms to hold, soft skin to caress, tender lips to bite
Knives of pleasure easing into pain within an ocean of light
The sweet swirl of tongues, sharp edges of teeth and desire
Eyes closed in ecstasy of the unknown, a brightly glowing fire
For in this dream, we are one, bodies so entwined
Awakening to the sun to lose the night's dream time
Swimming in a sea of lust, bonded, gagged and bruised
Loosing the center in sweet surrender, no shame in being used
Strong hands to wander, to tease and explore secret places
Sharp tang of sex in the air, fulfillment of empty spaces
Echoes of lovers past; in moans, groans, whimpers and sighs
Bodies gripped as passion slips, between silken thighs
Enter this dark fantasy, where stars and bodies gleam
Away with the sun, the fun's begun, in this night time dream
(wrote for a friend~ figured this was a good place to share it)
Drifting on a sea of dreams, out of bounds, out of reach
Seaching for a new sensation and someone else to teach
Warm arms to hold, soft skin to caress, tender lips to bite
Knives of pleasure easing into pain within an ocean of light
The sweet swirl of tongues, sharp edges of teeth and desire
Eyes closed in ecstasy of the unknown, a brightly glowing fire
For in this dream, we are one, bodies so entwined
Awakening to the sun to lose the night's dream time
Swimming in a sea of lust, bonded, gagged and bruised
Loosing the center in sweet surrender, no shame in being used
Strong hands to wander, to tease and explore secret places
Sharp tang of sex in the air, fulfillment of empty spaces
Echoes of lovers past; in moans, groans, whimpers and sighs
Bodies gripped as passion slips, between silken thighs
Enter this dark fantasy, where stars and bodies gleam
Away with the sun, the fun's begun, in this night time dream
(wrote for a friend~ figured this was a good place to share it)
Xelebes
Little Blue Alien
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Uh... some rap.
CRACK! Mother hold me tight, I'm gonna get anudder whack!
See the scars? See the scars? Don't want my leather slack!
Bound me tight, bound me tight.
Let me not feel all right
So I can feel it right,
So I can be in flight.
Stretch me further, Like those wraps fo' Werthers.
Cuz I'm watin' momma, cuz I'm waitin
For another
CRACK!
CRACK! Mother hold me tight, I'm gonna get anudder whack!
See the scars? See the scars? Don't want my leather slack!
Bound me tight, bound me tight.
Let me not feel all right
So I can feel it right,
So I can be in flight.
Stretch me further, Like those wraps fo' Werthers.
Cuz I'm watin' momma, cuz I'm waitin
For another
CRACK!
A Desert Rose
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WriterDom said:
Ohhh ... you write the sweetest things.
A Desert Rose
Simply Charming Elsewhere
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The Need in Me
You keep a forced distance between us.
You tie me up and then walk away.
You blindfold me and shut the door.
You make me ache and watch me squirm.
You feel my moistness, sweet and sticky.
You pinch and bite at my breasts.
You make me moan and beg.
Every inch of me screams for Your touch.
You're proud of Your handiwork.
And as You walk away,
You laugh at the agonizing need in me,
The need only You can create,
The need only You can control.
The need we both know, will never be satisfied.
You keep a forced distance between us.
You tie me up and then walk away.
You blindfold me and shut the door.
You make me ache and watch me squirm.
You feel my moistness, sweet and sticky.
You pinch and bite at my breasts.
You make me moan and beg.
Every inch of me screams for Your touch.
You're proud of Your handiwork.
And as You walk away,
You laugh at the agonizing need in me,
The need only You can create,
The need only You can control.
The need we both know, will never be satisfied.
Mr Blonde
Literotica Guru
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What the...?
Your skin glows like the carrot, blossoms super domly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great falcon wing.
I am comforted by your corset that I carry into the twilight of whipbeams and hold next to my backside.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of drool.
As my vagina falls from my panties, it reminds me of your handcuffs.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scream of the day.
My heated breasts leaps to my chastity belt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bed so that we may submit as one, breasts to breasts, in search of the magnificient red and mystical BDSM of love.
The poem generator is trying to make me out to be a subbie female!
Your skin glows like the carrot, blossoms super domly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great falcon wing.
I am comforted by your corset that I carry into the twilight of whipbeams and hold next to my backside.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of drool.
As my vagina falls from my panties, it reminds me of your handcuffs.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scream of the day.
My heated breasts leaps to my chastity belt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bed so that we may submit as one, breasts to breasts, in search of the magnificient red and mystical BDSM of love.
The poem generator is trying to make me out to be a subbie female!
Xelebes
Little Blue Alien
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Re: What the...?
That don't quite work.
:?
My Love
Your skin glows like the Radicchio, blossoms Convulated as the Chrysanthemum in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Contra-contrabassoon voice and leaps like a Jackal at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Osprey wing.
I am comforted by your Sari that I carry into the twilight of Keyboardbeams and hold next to my Eardrum.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Ethane.
As my Tarsals falls from my Socks, it reminds me of your Salad.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Pink of the day.
My heated Fingers leaps to my Rags. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Trampoline so that we may Run as one, Fingers to Fingers, in search of the magnificient Mahogany and mystical Jail of love.
Mr Blonde said:Your skin glows like the carrot, blossoms super domly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great falcon wing.
I am comforted by your corset that I carry into the twilight of whipbeams and hold next to my backside.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of drool.
As my vagina falls from my panties, it reminds me of your handcuffs.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scream of the day.
My heated breasts leaps to my chastity belt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bed so that we may submit as one, breasts to breasts, in search of the magnificient red and mystical BDSM of love.
The poem generator is trying to make me out to be a subbie female!
That don't quite work.
:?
My Love
Your skin glows like the Radicchio, blossoms Convulated as the Chrysanthemum in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Contra-contrabassoon voice and leaps like a Jackal at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Osprey wing.
I am comforted by your Sari that I carry into the twilight of Keyboardbeams and hold next to my Eardrum.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Ethane.
As my Tarsals falls from my Socks, it reminds me of your Salad.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Pink of the day.
My heated Fingers leaps to my Rags. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Trampoline so that we may Run as one, Fingers to Fingers, in search of the magnificient Mahogany and mystical Jail of love.
sadunai
Really Experienced
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Prince of darkness, deamon of the night,
stole my soul and all the light.
squirming, struggling like a worm on his hook,
he forces me to stop and look
at what I really am when my heart and body beat
at his beat, his animal in heat...
... my only attempt at poetry this far. Like yours though.
stole my soul and all the light.
squirming, struggling like a worm on his hook,
he forces me to stop and look
at what I really am when my heart and body beat
at his beat, his animal in heat...
... my only attempt at poetry this far. Like yours though.
Kajira Callista
Empty
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Re: Re: What the...?
My Love
Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms spiritual as the tiger lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a rhino at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great vulture wing.
I am comforted by your boxer briefs that I carry into the twilight of eyebeams and hold next to my crotch.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pee.
As my breast falls from my socks, it reminds me of your car.
In the quiet, I listen for the last thunder of the day.
My heated finger leaps to my skirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bimbo so that we may are as one, finger to finger, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical beast of love.
Xelebes said:
My Love
Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms spiritual as the tiger lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a rhino at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great vulture wing.
I am comforted by your boxer briefs that I carry into the twilight of eyebeams and hold next to my crotch.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pee.
As my breast falls from my socks, it reminds me of your car.
In the quiet, I listen for the last thunder of the day.
My heated finger leaps to my skirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bimbo so that we may are as one, finger to finger, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical beast of love.
Netzach
>semiotics?
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If this were a slam, Xelebes wins, so far.
After the Honeymoon
I'm losing the surgical game tonight
that we used to love. Your scrotal skin
stretched to a batwing thinness.
You, though, are not arching your back
and showing your belly. We misstep.
Whatver wand I used to wave
is not doing the trick.
The needle in the prick
bleeds and bleeds, you
fail to leave
the reticence and chattering.
After the Honeymoon
I'm losing the surgical game tonight
that we used to love. Your scrotal skin
stretched to a batwing thinness.
You, though, are not arching your back
and showing your belly. We misstep.
Whatver wand I used to wave
is not doing the trick.
The needle in the prick
bleeds and bleeds, you
fail to leave
the reticence and chattering.
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