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.

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.

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.