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poeticmaster's blog: "Erotic Poetry"

created on 11/20/2006  |  http://fubar.com/erotic-poetry/b26651

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The Fire Within Cat up on the mantle, fire burning, flickering bright. Lovers embraced upon the couch, their shadows dance in firelight. Windows open; breeze blows in, soft against their naked skin. Night sounds enter; natures din, to mix with sounds of sexual sin. The moment comes when passions rise; heartbeats pound as one. They look into each others eyes, and together sensual pleasures come. Kevin F. Dustin ©1998

Original Poetry

Passions Fire Heart and soul securely bound Satisfaction her desire For in submission she has found Release in passion's fire The pleasure of his soft caress Followed by the sting Of leather laid upon her flesh Such ecstasy it brings Patterns drawn across her skin An art form seldom ever shared Etched in pain and colored in Because her Master cared With passion lit and burning high Searing cross soft silken path To trace the way a tear she cries Afraid she's earned her Master's wrath As molten river seeks release And her body quakes in pleasure She cries out, help me Master please To give to you full measure Kevin F. Dustin

Original Poetry

Submission Earned Sounds that echo in the night Reminds her of the silence Filtered through her blinded sight And heightened in defense Goose bumps risen, hair on end Shivers up and down her spine Senses on alert ascend Adrenaline rush of fear sublime Flinching in anticipation Of the pain which she so craves Welts rise slowly, one by one Her body, heart and soul enslaved These marks a tribute to submission For a price paid very dear Though falsely assumed to be freely given ‘twas his earned trust which finally conquered fear Kevin F. Dustin

Original Poetry

Bound and Gagged Bound and gagged on bent knees silent. Her Master’s pleasure she awaits. He enters in, her message sent, that she might try his pleasure sate. Her Master loosens cords tied tight, removes the gag between her lips. He reaches over, turns on the light, that he might see curvaceous hips. She lays back down on satin sheets, caressing hands’ cross silken thighs. Her fingers linger where her legs meet, coaxing out her pleasured cries. He takes her loving hand in palm, then suckles on her moistened fingers. Though lust grown strong he remains calm, entranced by that loving scent which lingers. With one quick move this trance he breaks, he reaches up and grabs her hair. In his mouth her tongue he takes, until her mouth is swollen fair. Kevin Dustin

Original Poetry

Your Mark Conventions are the ties that bind, from new sensations keep me blind. Withhold from me no more the pleasure, of this pain I've grown to treasure. Exquisite pain...I seek release, send tremors through my body. Then leave your mark for all to see, that I might be set free. Your nails run deep across my skin, they leave behind their sensual trail. To be followed by your hungry bites, lasting long into the night. So when this night of passions over, and the heat of lust subsides, I'll trace those marks and reminisce, reminded of pains pleasure. Kevin F. Dustin
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