~Tie Me Up~

[RhymeFairy]

swelling heat hampered,
pampered between stream trickled
lips. swirling down, devouring
debunking silent cells
into action. rise,
ride, pump
and sweat - till sweet
servitude salutes
and swabs over, creamy
lingerie thighs.




..

 

[RhymeFairy]

Honey dew drops bubbled and dripped
soaking skin, tan limbs and a sultry smile
made ... just for you.

I slid down deep into the bubbles
thinking what a pleasure it would be
to see you pop up between my sudsy
thighs, blowing your bubbles the way
you always promised.

Yes, my love I do remember a time
a moment when all was clear and you did
just this. Laughter filled the air and a sudden
hot tension popped up between us.

Your curls stick out most
in my mind. A loving smile appears
and so does a persistent never ending
desire I have and shall always have
... for you.

Razor to legs, slide to and fro
sharing the space for a moment in time
with you. Remembering your scandalous
tongue
trailing these same ridges, mountains
and hills.

Shaving cream covers
hides your favorite spot
ready for the razors edge, ready
for that silken slide you do so well.

Knowing your likeness for cream
I cover two crescent breast
tweaking nipples, finger slides
nubbing them just right
for the tasting, for the tempting
of the man out of the mountains

and onto the trail of this starving
body. The mapping of this woman
who was lost without a trace.
Come show me
the hunger I once knew
grew between us two ...

 

[Homburg]

"I need this."

My fist tangled in your hair
Say it!
Knuckles pressed hard into cheap carpet
Say it now!
Twist you
Need you
Hurt you
Love you
Say it, say it!
Invade you
Destroy you
SAY IT!
Not my name
Don't call me that!
SAY IT!
Want you
Consume you
Say it now! Say it!
Taste you
Smother you
Not your name, goddamn you
SAY WHAT YOU ARE!

 

[madetotakeit]

*whimpers* I knew I liked you Homburg, excellent addition!

 

[Homburg]

*whimpers* I knew I liked you Homburg, excellent addition!

 

[Homburg]

Somebody take my pen away. My keyboard too. I am irresponsible tonight, and will write my sighs into a bottle.

I need to find the mojo again. I left my true self behind, and turned my back on me. I mortgaged my power for the currency of fickle hearts.

I need a cigar and loud music.
I need pool.
I need distraction.
I need to flirt with some pretty thing that wonders why I'm so damned self-assured.
I need to say no, but thank you for offering.

I sit here listening to the wrong music in a well-lit room trying to remember who is hitting these keys. Is it me, or some pale spectre that has forgotten his own face?

I want wind in my face and sweat on my brow. I want smell. I want struggle. Not wan consideration in an empty place, wondering why I bare my soul to those who find it tarnished.

Give me the willingness to submerge myself in lost control. Give me surcease from sorrow found in drink or lethe. Give me the option to let it fucking go.

Anything but to sit here and know unrelentingly that it is my own fault. That I own this. That by my will alone this tower was built.

I am irresponsible tonight, because I have tired of responsibility. It's heavy, and I can't hold it tonight.

So I am become the phantom petitioner, faded ghost of Martin Luther tapping querulous missives on the church door of my soul. Calling timidly for the real me. Asking to see the Hand that once held the line.


(Bit of a view into the murk that sometimes accompanies being on Top.)

 

[BiBunny]

Bumpage for this rather silly minimalist thing that just popped into my head.

i know
what true happiness smells like

sweat
laundry detergent
and a whiff of your deodorant

 

[Homburg]

Bumpage for this rather silly minimalist thing that just popped into my head.

i know
what true happiness smells like

sweat
laundry detergent
and a whiff of your deodorant

This is a really cool imagist-style piece. Good on ya, BB

 

[EmpressFi]

Bumpage for this rather silly minimalist thing that just popped into my head.

i know
what true happiness smells like

sweat
laundry detergent
and a whiff of your deodorant

so like me it's scary

 

[BiBunny]

This is a really cool imagist-style piece. Good on ya, BB

I was channeling W.C. Williams, I suppose.

so like me it's scary

I'm in a maudlin mood today. Dammit. *Hugs*

 

[EmpressFi]

I was channeling W.C. Williams, I suppose.



I'm in a maudlin mood today. Dammit. *Hugs*

*hugs*

it made me think of two things.

Bert's jacket.. and Master's tshirt

Bert was a guy I dated in college. I knew he was near before I saw him, his clothes had this mix of laundry detergent, fabric softener and his deodorant and then something that was just him.

Same with Master. I love the scent on his clothes, and that I have that scent on me when he's visiting.

 

[BiBunny]

*hugs*

it made me think of two things.

Bert's jacket.. and Master's tshirt

Bert was a guy I dated in college. I knew he was near before I saw him, his clothes had this mix of laundry detergent, fabric softener and his deodorant and then something that was just him.

Same with Master. I love the scent on his clothes, and that I have that scent on me when he's visiting.

When I smell on another man the scent of the deodorant my ex-Master used to wear, it still stops me dead in my tracks. Get over it, Bunny!

 

[EmpressFi]

When I smell on another man the scent of the deodorant my ex-Master used to wear, it still stops me dead in my tracks. Get over it, Bunny!

I'm the same way. There's a man in the office building who wears Jovan's Musk for Men.. in the orange and silver box... the reason I know is because the man who gave me my first earth-shattering, soul-rendering kiss wore that ... I will know that scent for the rest of my life and it STILL makes me want to follow him down the hall just for one more scent

 

[RhymeFairy]

Honey dew drops bubbled and dripped
soaking skin, tan limbs and a sultry smile
made ... just for you.

I slid down deep into the bubbles
thinking what a pleasure it would be
to see you pop up between my sudsy
thighs, blowing your bubbles the way
you always promised.

Yes, my love I do remember a time
a moment when all was clear and you did
just this. Laughter filled the air and a sudden
hot tension popped up between us.

Your curls stick out most
in my mind. A loving smile appears
and so does a persistent never ending
desire I have and shall always have
... for you.

Razor to legs, slide to and fro
sharing the space for a moment in time
with you. Remembering your scandalous
tongue
trailing these same ridges, mountains
and hills.

Shaving cream covers
hides your favorite spot
ready for the razors edge, ready
for that silken slide you do so well.

Knowing your likeness for cream
I cover two crescent breast
tweaking nipples, finger slides
nubbing them just right
for the tasting, for the tempting
of the man out of the mountains

and onto the trail of this starving
body. The mapping of this woman
who was lost without a trace.
Come show me
the hunger I once knew
grew between us two ...

I've been offline far too long. Just running down memory lane and Lord, how I love the visuals here

*growl ~~~~

*jus sayin'

 

[RhymeFairy]

he touched me deep

so deep my nether regions
would begin to drip silken
sap when he spoke. so deep
my bounteous
bosom peaked and pouted
for him to touch,
taste with sliding tongue
those filmy fingers that would
map
me out. point to point
all pointed south
where I deeply
ached
for his nestling needle to pluck
and infiltrate me to my very core.

 

[RhymeFairy]

pink ice, smoldering
chestnut hair shaved, shivering
simmering out a slow meowing purr.
tongue dips, lathers
snaking in deep. rounding circles making dizzy
thoughts into a thorough thrashing of hips
gyrating, grinding down on mouth, teeth.
fingertips, finding freedom in curls
as a long spearing shaft endeavors
causing cosmic chaos
tunneling in, tasting
biting into a fresh
strawberry core.



grrrrrrr ...........

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

"I need this."

My fist tangled in your hair
Say it!
Knuckles pressed hard into cheap carpet
Say it now!
Twist you
Need you
Hurt you
Love you
Say it, say it!
Invade you
Destroy you
SAY IT!
Not my name
Don't call me that!
SAY IT!
Want you
Consume you
Say it now! Say it!
Taste you
Smother you
Not your name, goddamn you
SAY WHAT YOU ARE!

Now this is HOT Homburg!!

Kinda need it too. lol

 

[girlofurdreams]

aching for yesterday every day...

Trapped in this daze,
It feels like... for days
Damn near impossible to describe
Through words how I feel so alive...
The second I see your face

Heat between my thighs
Instantly ignites
As I sense the one almost here,
He who makes the world disappear...
Knees shake as the heart doth race

Making His way toward
Me through the crowd
I want to run and leap
And scream to the street aloud
How much I adore Him,
How much I love Him,
How much I respect Him,
And how I am forever grateful that I am His

 

[girlofurdreams]

Somebody take my pen away. My keyboard too. I am irresponsible tonight, and will write my sighs into a bottle.

I need to find the mojo again. I left my true self behind, and turned my back on me. I mortgaged my power for the currency of fickle hearts.

I need a cigar and loud music.
I need pool.
I need distraction.
I need to flirt with some pretty thing that wonders why I'm so damned self-assured.
I need to say no, but thank you for offering.

I sit here listening to the wrong music in a well-lit room trying to remember who is hitting these keys. Is it me, or some pale spectre that has forgotten his own face?

I want wind in my face and sweat on my brow. I want smell. I want struggle. Not wan consideration in an empty place, wondering why I bare my soul to those who find it tarnished.

Give me the willingness to submerge myself in lost control. Give me surcease from sorrow found in drink or lethe. Give me the option to let it fucking go.

Anything but to sit here and know unrelentingly that it is my own fault. That I own this. That by my will alone this tower was built.

I am irresponsible tonight, because I have tired of responsibility. It's heavy, and I can't hold it tonight.

So I am become the phantom petitioner, faded ghost of Martin Luther tapping querulous missives on the church door of my soul. Calling timidly for the real me. Asking to see the Hand that once held the line.


(Bit of a view into the murk that sometimes accompanies being on Top.)

love this Homburg... love prose that can take you some place else
thanks for posting!

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

The way her fingers hesitate with her top
Her blush and the lowering of her eyes
The feel of the leather handled riding crop
Her moan and the softly sounded sighs

She puts herself completely in my hands
The greatest gift she gives me on her knees
She trusts the love thats spoken in commands
The deepest way she touches me is "please"

A give and take, of power exchange
The dance to music only we can hear
A dynamic that can seem so very strange
The love that supplants the deepest fear

The love she gives, the love she knows
The love that sees the thorn just like the rose

 

[Netzach]

He, is, from any angle
equally beautiful. To archive his desire
is her own. Her foot on his neck
her face pushed to the sheets
up, down, isn't the point.

She fucks him
his face pushed to the sheets
to deliver himself to him, to explain
to say, in the smallest way

this is what it is to me: you
in my thighs, prodding and pulse
THIS is what it means
when your lips touch my neck
and all is right on earth where I'm sheathed.

 

[SubKekiLee]

Trapped in this daze,
It feels like... for days
Damn near impossible to describe
Through words how I feel so alive...
The second I see your face

Heat between my thighs
Instantly ignites
As I sense the one almost here,
He who makes the world disappear...
Knees shake as the heart doth race

Making His way toward
Me through the crowd
I want to run and leap
And scream to the street aloud
How much I adore Him,
How much I love Him,
How much I respect Him,
And how I am forever grateful that I am His

YOU are amazing.. I love your poem.... It says so much to me about mine as well....

 

[RhymeFairy]

mind walk


wooded bed of leaves and moss,
bodies bend, limbed with arching
desires. a tender caress, whispering
words, lounging thoughts. a slow mind
walk through - senses and nerves, on edge
from fingertip forging and tongue trailing.
bodies silently walking, in place. keeping rhythm
with hypnotic trickle in our creek bed boudoir.




not really bdsm ... but a very nice journey ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

a taste
of freedom ~~



locked collar. bare chest, toes landing
"thud". kneel to your mistress. make
no mistake. lounging licks, slow rub
rarity. straddled down, humping
hounding - more.

he always wants to let loose,
his load but not tonight. I get every
drop - every morsel tasted. tell him,
demand "my" satisfaction.

years stacked. time fast-forward.
now, cock-ball imprisoned. lick - kiss
- suck. take my mighty hard cock in mouth
mourn the loss. yesteryear, past.




just a thought ~~~ been playing with the thought,
the yearning, the what-if .... growl ~~~

 

[BiBunny]

Bumping For This Stupid Little Thing That Just Popped In My Head

blue

it ain’t always
the color of
despair

sometimes
it’s a ripe berry on a bush
when you’re hungry
or a fuzzy old blanket
on a cool October night
or your favorite pair of worn-out flip-flops

or the color of the most beautiful pair of eyes
you’ve ever seen
in your entire life

He, is, from any angle
equally beautiful. To archive his desire
is her own. Her foot on his neck
her face pushed to the sheets
up, down, isn't the point.

She fucks him
his face pushed to the sheets
to deliver himself to him, to explain
to say, in the smallest way

this is what it is to me: you
in my thighs, prodding and pulse
THIS is what it means
when your lips touch my neck
and all is right on earth where I'm sheathed.

And how the hell did I miss this? It's beautiful. (Yes, I'm partial to that word this evening.)