Reason to be Squick

 

 

The rhythmic lashes ripping across skin
degrading silent tears that softly fall
and harshly spoken words take away all;
my broken spirit marked with trails of sin.

Humiliation that turned my selfish pride
against me and led to my fall from grace,
my eyes no longer dare to see her face
and still my love remains yet is denied.

Her needles burn, I feel each numbing prick,
her words torment me, dragging through my mind,
when subjugated her needs are not declined,
no rage, I'm left alone and feeling squick.

My heart content to go that extra mile,
to know my love is wearing beauty's smile.

 

 

JF 06 May 2009

Kick back with a scotch bonnet

Endless hassle,
a gavel pounds against my brain.
Computers are whining, printers are drumming
the boss must have a hole in his head.
Back stabbing remarks heard behind doors,
just once let me get even.
He wants my ass, I know how to play,
so maybe today I should.
Let him think he’s got lucky, a grin that seduces
until he is eating out of my hand.
Bondage the game, with him in chains
wearing a Scotch bonnet on his wee head
as I kick back and relax
watching him sweat.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

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.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

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.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

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

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

From a Domina

you stand before Me your eyes cast down
I feel your frustration My face a frown
If only My angel would understand
Its not for My pleasure the bite of My hand

I feel your pain before I hear your cry
'I don’t enjoy your pain' I whisper with a sigh
My heart aches as I see that first lonely tear
I want to kiss you, hold, you take your fear

But first you must learn My love My sweet
My will is not a challenge for you to defeat
Then when the lesson is done
Once more My love we will be one

My love is tough lil one, I know
But it is only so that you are free to grow
Your best interest is always in My heart
From that path I will not ever depart

You are My submissive My precious gift
With that I act for you to empower and lift
The freedom to be who you are
My brightest shining star

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.