Hell Hath No Fury

Sonnet 1 - Betrayal

Hypnotised; I watched as they made love.
My lover taking his slut for a ride.
Small and slight; moulded to him as a glove,
Her squeals of love as he pushed deep inside.

My lover speaks; such words of tenderness,
Not for my ears or eyes their act of lust.
He destroys me with every fond caress.
My heart is broken by each gasping thrust.

Recalling his cock penetrating me,
‘I love you, mind, body and soul,’ he said.
The feel of his lip on my breast, set free.
No longer mine to hold, our love is dead.

Lustful embrace, my mind is in confusion,
Intruding this, a love’s sweet illusion.

Sonnet 2 - Vengeance

My lover’s eyes are gazing without sight.
If only mine could be so blind as his.
Their bodies writhing; passionate their flight.
I know how full of promise is his kiss.

My temper lost; if fury is a sin,
Driven by love to this: a hateful deed.
Desires gasps, frenzied sighs, rhythm within,
Another time, casually spill his seed.

Mercy plea, to stop this ceaseless torture!
You left me no choice; I had to do it!
Your nights of lust, you kill me playing her.
Did you feel it as you lay suckling tit,

The glinting blade driven through flesh to bed?
You cannot hurt me now! You both are dead!

Sonnet 3 - Aftermath

United in their death, the lovers lie,
Their blood seeping as wine on to my sheets.
My lover remember, how we did fly,
Youthful, pure lusting trysts in dark, back streets.

My mind with you as I drink poison’s cup,
My last memory as I wait my end.
That night, my virginity you did sup.
Persuading me to meet your sex, head bend.

Laying me face downward, cross our love bed,
Innocence lost as twice you entered me.
Ignoring cries as I, a virgin bled,
My lover, you sacrificed all of me.

Last breath comes, images fade now so fast,
My heart with love, always yours till the last.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Pumping For Love

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
Longing to find my desire within you.
I'm down on my knees girl, only you,
Inhaling the scent that binds us two.

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
You leave me hanging each time you walk away.
Build my hunger, angel, I yearn for the day,
you take my hand for your pleasure to play.

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
My princess, setting my senses aflame.
Constant pressure, the urges to keep tame.
No not till you say, its driving me insane.

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
I await the day you set my love free.
Sate my desire, I am begging thee.
Tease me angel, don't torment me.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

My Sweet Angel

Mine, you have become tonight,
Your gift of submission offered and accepted.

Sweet sexy lady you
Will always be My pride and pleasure.
Each gentle caress
Every biting lash given
To show you My love.

A light in my life
Now so real and wonderful.
Gentile steps taken
Easing to the moment
Lives now entwined

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Oh Rosie

Tonight I have the hottest date in town,
She’s so sexy and never lets me down.
From that first soft teasing caress
As your fingers start to me undress

As I lay back you take a firm hold
Long slow strokes Oh Rosie you are bold.
Feeling me stiffening to your touch
Faster Rosie yes I want so much

Tugging my erection hard as I groan
Ejaculating with a guttural moan
Oh my Rosie you are totally splattered
A tissue to clean up like it mattered.

No tender kisses of love do we share,
But my Rosie I know you do care.
You give me release that leads to calm
My darling sweet Rosie Palm

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

No Walkin On The Grass

The sign was clear, 'Do not walk on the grass,'
still on that meadow of green we did play.
You and me in moonlight having a gas,
lost in romance, needing so much to lay.

Torment and teases in a forbidden place,
feelings of guilt, risk of discovery.
Your lust rising, removing my thong lace,
secret embrace, no time for recovery.

Evocative recitations of sighs,
obsolete the thoughts of your loving wife,
Finding desire between my grass stained thighs,
enchanted moments of forgetting all strife.

Discretion lost as you fill me with love,
softly cooing echoing a white dove

Stretching tight, my heat surrounding your girth,
intensive reaction to tender grip.
Passions frayed fingers grasping into earth
embracing the sin as your seed lets rip.

Touching surrender to this basic need,
united in one brief tryst to fantasy.
Our bodies akin in deviant deed,
a love filled trip into our ecstasy.

Our madness so completed we now depart
back home to our children, born from our lust.
Romance alive still thriving in your heart
the place I will forever place my trust.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

My Monkey

My cheeky is an angel,
sits playing with her bananas
upon My knee.
My submissive monkey,
she is My pleasure.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Desire

Dreams of something,
something more.
Drifting in conciousness,
fantasy d'amour.
Thoughts distant memories,
present in mind.
Inside day dreams,
desire I find.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

It Started With a Kiss

Bound and blindfolded, you are Mine,
nothing you can do but feel My lips on skin.
Moist kisses from your eyes to your toes,
claiming all that I own so deep within.

I can see your hunger moisten your love.
Tongue licks to pulsating heat,
Torment and teases, bringing whispered pleases,
not yet, I want to savour My treat.

Nipple rolled between tongue and teeth,
the shudder beneath tells me you enjoy this ride.
Fingers probe and open your heat,
cooling ice chills from very deep inside.

Penetrating deep to the core of Mine.
in darkness, intense reactions to every touch.
Each stronger than the one before,
closer to the precipice the next could be too much.

Trailing my tongue to your heat,
I inhale the aroma, and sense your greed.
Ice melted, lapping soft inside,
releasing you to the pleasure you need.

Can you feel My lust within?
Honey lips glisten, now for My desire.
My own precious chalice, Mine to sip
juices like wine, sending Me ever higher.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Her Eyes

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day,

she doesn't see me, just looks right through me,

She shows all of her, her everything to see

I know each curve, my love never free.

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

Forced to observe from a distance,

each of her lovers taking his chance.

I can't escape this hypnotic trance.

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

I see the soft quiver on her ruby lips,

I watch his fingers grasping her hips.

sumptuous her passion on silk slips.

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

The sensual pout as she kneels and caresses

his shaft with her tongue, she acquiesces

to his hunger, her body with his compresses

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

If she could just once hear me speak,

my lady of Sylvyrwyng, so classy and chic

please cover me when you play erotique.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Double Dare

I sit and send an SMS to jem
Get in the loo with nothing on at all
Vibrator in your pussy to the stem
But do not come until you hear My call

with panties moist the time has come to find
the bathroom where i will of course obey
i strip, the vibe in deep i hope He’s kind
my body aches, His word controls the play

Five minutes action then you come on cue
You must be home by ten to six today
The are some tasks that I have set for you
Before I get to use you for My play

in front of You i kneel, i am so late
i feel my shame, i know You feel it too.
my Master, eyes to floor i know my fate.
i hear Your sigh, i know that i’ve failed You.

Ten minutes late so slap yourself ten times
Then pull the plug that's settled in your bum
After punishment for all your crimes
It's time your Master chose His place to come

first with my teeth i unzip what i need,
so sweet the pain that has set free my fire,
my licks beneath the shaft i long to feed
i spread in cat-like stance for Your desire.

I chose the spot and enter you with ease

my wish Your pleasure Sir, my whispered pleas

© Jem Farmer, Jeff Green 2008, all rights reserved.

The Switch

Watching you kneel in anticipation,
hunger glistening on your open thighs.
The crack of leather breaking the tension,
nothing can hide the glint in your brown eyes.

The twitching as tails strike against your flesh,
the longing inside building with each lash.
Each sensation, your submission refresh,
plaited suede trails, welts in reddened hash.

Soft and tender is the gentlest caress,
senses confused, mixing nerve messages.
Offering desire for me to address,
Nipples clamped in metal corsages.

Ice drips cold in random order to tease,
molten wax sizzles on a vibrant stream.
Delirious whimpers of eager pleas,
mind whirling in wanton subspace dream.

Soft cries, are you wanting fulfilment yet?
Hunger for pleasure devilishly denied.
The S/m tango is our lover’s duet,
united in bondage our sensual ride.

But then my needs change… on my knees I am,
my longing is for you to Dominate me.
Entwined with you, I am, your loving SAM,
bringing me to life, you have set me free.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Firestarter

As we fight we both say things we regret,
the words that cut in deep to each other.
Our voices raised; suddenly we forget
relent, reunion's kiss, we start over.

Romance of candles and roses, no way,
the fiery passion with tempers, same.
Our hot debate always leads to love play,
the fire starters that set senses to flame.

So twist in your arms, sliding to the floor,
the seething sinews in thrusting motion.
Hips locked together, thrust demanding more,
nerves tingling sparking body reaction.

Succumb to desire as your lava flows
from blazing thorn, the heat piercing my rose

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

As Nature Intended

Warm your breath breezes across my bare skin.
Flooding the valleys of my body with need.
Lasting heat of your kisses deep within,
Sun kissed emotion the flames of lust feed.
Union of lovers, the world suspended,
Together joined as nature intended.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Teasing Trails

Loving attention I get from your tongue,
trailing my senses as when we were young.
The urges the same, when lust was our game,
you still can lay claim to this wanton dame.

My hands in your hair pushing you down to me,
Awaiting that kiss that will soon set me free
that desire herein, played like a violin.
Moistness on skin, please enter within.

Lying and waiting for lip to meet lip.
Now celebrating your tongue's very tip.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Tamed

I am aware of his eyes, they are watching,
Why is he observing and why choose me?
At His bidding I am played and catching
Not once his gaze, as His will it must be.

Not able to hide, all at his command,
On fours crawling, begging desire to please.
A sexual play thing, at His sole demand.
Tamed by kneeling on rice and the iced freeze.

The scars of his lash vibrant on my back,
Each one His mark of my own disrespect.
His teaching through pain all the skills I lack,
For Him my own will I must disconnect.

A girl trained to be Master’s slave of lust,
Obedience is all, His need I trust.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.