The Music Giggled

The cuffs hold her gently to hanging rings
As melodies of love violins sing out.
A lonesome flute joy to her senses brings
Inviting rhythm, picking up the knout.
The lashes, they cascade to music's tune
Cymbals come crashing to add to the song.
She cries softly of her love to the moon
Enticing desire with fine leather thong.
The music giggles as pleasure dances
In freedom of rhythm her lust will flow.
Soft music, sharp pain, her love enhances
Leaving her body in shimmering glow.
The last soft notes as she finds loves pure light
Revelling in the music of the night.

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Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

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His Dancer

I feel your eyes caress as I dance
Probing,
       stroking,
               touching,
Silk falls in fantasies romance
Concealing,
              revealing.
You wait watching in the dark wing
'To your arms my dancing will bring
Probe me,
           stroke me,
                       touch me.

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Artwork: Sensuality

For the Love of Sue

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

I feel the grasp on the chain pull
And drop upon my knees
My eyes of grey look up in full
And whisper 'Mistress please' .

I feel your hurt and start to cry
I want to make you smile.
Your pet will fight the demons lie
Or walk the burning mile.

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

I trust your hand when you give pain
Now let me take on yours.
And through me let the feelings drain
My love open heart's doors.

I am your possession, my love
And to your feet I fall.
Your tears that strike me hard, my love
Please know you are my all.

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

You are my strength when times are bad
And now let me be thine
Please trust my heart when you are sad
With you we both can shine.

Let sorrow go to ground and fade
As we reach for the skies
The pain is ours, by you I've stayed
My love of Sue in eyes.

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Dearest Santa

Dearest Santa , a wish list from a very wicked Domme
I have been through my toy box and a few things are missing
A new flogger of suede or leather is a definite must
My old one is worn out from all the ass its been kissing.
A nice new pair of shiny hand cuffs with a collar too
Got to keep the subbie in place as you know
A crop and a cane would also be good
Make My little girl shudder from head to her toe
And finally Santa to give My fingers a rest,
Please a vibe, a rabbit is said to be the best.

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A Mistress' Love

Chains hold her down her body restricted
she is at My disposal to use as I see fit
A gentle caress, a lover’s tender touch
Teasing her skin in the glow of the candles lit

she trusts Me with all that she is, safe
In the knowledge I will not harm her, she is Mine
she is precious, valued, worthy, My beloved
she belongs to and with Me until the end of time

The touch of cold ice on her breasts, a gasp
Then the burn of the molten wax as it falls on her skin
The extremes of sensation break down her fear
Now My beloved our fun can begin

her gasps and pleas as she fights her need
Feed My hunger to release her darkest desire
Dominance and submission, opposites we are
We balance each other with ice and fire

In return for her most precious gift
Of herself to Me, of herself nothing less
I protect, love, nurture, and guide,
To free her to release her inner tigress

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