- Erotic Poetry
- Collared
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Collared
Tall and strong
as you stand,
telling me how beautiful I am.
Kneeling by your side
my hands touching you,
Your hands threaded in mine
pulling me in close for a
rough, deep kiss.
a kiss that invades me
stealing my soul
leaving me wanting—
breathless, but craving more...
Your request, reminds me that
I belong to you
that you own me,
my body, mind, and my very soul.
I worship you and what you can do for me,
to me.
When we are not together,
when I need to feel your strength—
I have but to feel the leather, that is my collar.
feeling it buckled, circling my neck
by your strong fingers.
the same ones that...
tug my hair in the midst of your pleasure
that slip into the ring at my neck,
pulling me along, an invisible leash.
that heightens my need to worship
at your altar.
Fingers that are part of a hand that
punishes me.
breaking me down.
as your hand slaps my flesh
reddened and hot
Your words telling me what I need
to know.
I thank you for punishing me,
my apology the last thing on my lips.
to kiss the hand that punished me,
as your fingers wipe away my tears—
You break me down, to nothing
then you build me back up again.
I am yours, you are my Master.
I just want to make you...
Proud.
- COMMENTS
Dragon_SilverMoonabout 16 years agoI don't write poetry myself, but I know what I like. I have to agree with the submissive that commented before me, this is fantastic. It reads the way most Masters and Dom's are hoping that their property feels about them. When my own lovely slave, Moon read this to me, it was as if she was telling me everything that she wanted to say. She wanted to tell me that she loves me, loves the way that I punish her, taking her across my lap, spanking her bare flesh till it is red... hot... and she is hiccuping and begging for forgiveness. As I gather her in my arms, as she kisses my hands and apologizes, telling me all the reasons why she is sorry and hope to be forgiven, once my word has come done and I forgive her. Then my lovely slave realizes that no more will be spoken of this incident. Unlike many relationships where the incident is harped about forever, and neither is allowed to forget what happened. This just says so much about our wonderful Lifestyle. I love it.
Anonymousabout 16 years agoOMG this is fucking GORGEOUS!!!!!! First off, I have a poetry journal that is leather bound and gorgeous and I write things that Really touch me. Do you mind if I add this in there?
Your imagery is absolutely beautiful. You have managed to rhyme w/o sounding sing-song like, which always drove me insane, and that's impressive. My favorite part is where you talk about his hands, pulling your hair and pulling on your collar. You almost got me into sub-space with that part, missy.
You've made something that is commonly misunderstood relatable. You infused raw passion with eloquent diction, drawing the reader in immediately. You've said things that most are afraid to see, in our PC culture, that most are afraid to feel, and shown the beauty and fulfillment you get through your service. It is clear that this came from your heart, that it's deeply personal. However, you've made it relatable while still personal, something that is especially powerful.
Bravo.
