Oh my god
my entire body speaks
"Yes Mistress"
my torso flapping its gums
its limbs
its attached grey matter
which seeps through my
ears and forhead no longer speaking with its apendages
it drips with sorry
for being too pathetic
yet it climbs its nation's pole
to the very top of a scream
thank you to your generous aim
for your invention's grace
and torque
as the memories rush
through corpusles
remembering the turning
the slow tight spin of
me on the spigot
amongst your absent mercy
how did i get so lucky?
to drip out of myself
at the puddle you
point to as my transgression
you ordered not to
i weep inside into it
yielding to your might
its reach and Shibari grip
so unyielding
even as it teeters
and sways to the
finese of your use
i yield to its endless
force
and seep into the wake of
you...into the dream
you set me sail
upon the ship's ride
into the darkness of unending need
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
before
the sound of the cage
blinds my ear's mumbles
it rattles and brings on a flood
that washes away desperate sweaty words
that screatch through pores
im in the cell of your will
im the fly in your blue
papered o the bite of
the words you dig into me
im in the cell of your will
im in the cell of this pill
i ramble on so despeately
the D-ring imprints its memory
Oh I am so grateful for Thou
letting me see the i of me
i am a wack
hardly a speck
i cant feel the limbs of a predicate
i am a ship
riding your storm
Your delectable fingers raking me born
your targeting tongue shoots words
that pierce my delicate mind
i am less than the air you used
to make me a mime
Oh why cant i muster a flow
why cant my mumbles be grown
im less than a fallen hair
washed away with a stare
why cant i cling to an amusement for you?
im pounding inside
the paint drips along
as you sip at my brain
a bland grey saute, hardly of taste
where is my me?
left inside my shoe?
my fixations are real
yet they give me no clue
will i be able to read
this scribble to you?
what's left of my thoughts?
the weight of my place
takes me away like
tomorrows fate
blinds my ear's mumbles
it rattles and brings on a flood
that washes away desperate sweaty words
that screatch through pores
im in the cell of your will
im the fly in your blue
papered o the bite of
the words you dig into me
im in the cell of your will
im in the cell of this pill
i ramble on so despeately
the D-ring imprints its memory
Oh I am so grateful for Thou
letting me see the i of me
i am a wack
hardly a speck
i cant feel the limbs of a predicate
i am a ship
riding your storm
Your delectable fingers raking me born
your targeting tongue shoots words
that pierce my delicate mind
i am less than the air you used
to make me a mime
Oh why cant i muster a flow
why cant my mumbles be grown
im less than a fallen hair
washed away with a stare
why cant i cling to an amusement for you?
im pounding inside
the paint drips along
as you sip at my brain
a bland grey saute, hardly of taste
where is my me?
left inside my shoe?
my fixations are real
yet they give me no clue
will i be able to read
this scribble to you?
what's left of my thoughts?
the weight of my place
takes me away like
tomorrows fate
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Grce
was the link a tease?
an empty tickle to my libido
an itch left to gnaw
or am i simply a tchatchki for your menagerie
another trophy from the sea of want you create
an aching swollen need that occupies an occasional afterthought
in the business of teasing - so many dangling particples
i would rather crawl up the ladder of your words
as occasional as they might be
and reach the twinkle that made you even look
and try as desperately as my feeble reach can muster
to touch it as a reminder of the echoes
of frustrated moans that fail to reach your ears
kept in the cold cellar of unattended memories
even if silence is the answer i am grateful for whatever its motivation
an empty tickle to my libido
an itch left to gnaw
or am i simply a tchatchki for your menagerie
another trophy from the sea of want you create
an aching swollen need that occupies an occasional afterthought
in the business of teasing - so many dangling particples
i would rather crawl up the ladder of your words
as occasional as they might be
and reach the twinkle that made you even look
and try as desperately as my feeble reach can muster
to touch it as a reminder of the echoes
of frustrated moans that fail to reach your ears
kept in the cold cellar of unattended memories
even if silence is the answer i am grateful for whatever its motivation
Saturday, March 25, 2006
ymy
his muffled pleas
squeeked out of corners and bounced from ceiling
whispering smiles in her ears
their wide eyed glee
of different dna
cook a tense bliss
and yield a certain stillness over his wiggle
as her hands work the contraptions of predicament
helpless sighs and storms
want overtakes resignation
she applies another
her will plays out its game
his ache
a backdrop of overtones to her staccato
he only has his eyes to blink
morse code
that his body screams to convey
but she is concentrating
'poor baby' she thinks but does not utter
his eyes roll
as she taps the center of his ache
with a determined crop
she towers over his moments
each tap ratcheting need in different directions
please stop, please more
she stands in his cockpit
navigating beyond the day
silence
silence speaks sirens
of bottled roars
of whimpering eyes
and frustrated sores
feeble dendrites
finding the next of nothing
swim in a wanting soup
spiced with distant sighting
of bottled roars
of whimpering eyes
and frustrated sores
feeble dendrites
finding the next of nothing
swim in a wanting soup
spiced with distant sighting
moist
those resting thighs
across a knee, ending in heels
suck my windand weaken vertabre
like a star's beam
i feel desperation filling my sail
and guiding me
where gravity meets cold tile
and my cheek upon it
as low as it can be
lets eyes strain upward
sat their glorious length
my breath whispers a moist 'thank you'
across a knee, ending in heels
suck my windand weaken vertabre
like a star's beam
i feel desperation filling my sail
and guiding me
where gravity meets cold tile
and my cheek upon it
as low as it can be
lets eyes strain upward
sat their glorious length
my breath whispers a moist 'thank you'
ly
like a genie from the noisy chatter
you enter my frame
the whispers bubble inside me
and i try to calm them to be cordial
you know what i want
but it grows too tall
i cry in the palm of your hand
of wanting wantof pursed need
of stripped cover from your luminance
as it bakes me
please let me crawl into forgotten crevices
darkened with cruel mind inventions
leave me to utter memes of desperation
grasping at the sonic carrots of your day
i think i know how you do this to me
i wish to experience the why of it
the ache of what is not nextthe stillness of waiting
whimpering in the experience of intent
how can youhow can you nothow would you
how will you notwhy, when, how...gibberish comes so easily
yet there is so much more to say
you enter my frame
the whispers bubble inside me
and i try to calm them to be cordial
you know what i want
but it grows too tall
i cry in the palm of your hand
of wanting wantof pursed need
of stripped cover from your luminance
as it bakes me
please let me crawl into forgotten crevices
darkened with cruel mind inventions
leave me to utter memes of desperation
grasping at the sonic carrots of your day
i think i know how you do this to me
i wish to experience the why of it
the ache of what is not nextthe stillness of waiting
whimpering in the experience of intent
how can youhow can you nothow would you
how will you notwhy, when, how...gibberish comes so easily
yet there is so much more to say
covered
through shivers and daisies
and bikini line woes
the bright leaves are upon her
as she rests before the snow
lying atop of 8 seasons of zines
the curves of their covers
caress her fine lines
he walks in poses around her
as she giggles inside
her sterness above him
like pulling strings of a mime
he hangs all about
with candle in mouth
his birthday suit needy
of her dry cleaning eyes
he hums her a tune
mumbled through candle wax mouth
and kneels right above her
to feel the wind from her blow
the room is now dark
carbon fills the air
and the zines stick to her body
like an aching old year
and bikini line woes
the bright leaves are upon her
as she rests before the snow
lying atop of 8 seasons of zines
the curves of their covers
caress her fine lines
he walks in poses around her
as she giggles inside
her sterness above him
like pulling strings of a mime
he hangs all about
with candle in mouth
his birthday suit needy
of her dry cleaning eyes
he hums her a tune
mumbled through candle wax mouth
and kneels right above her
to feel the wind from her blow
the room is now dark
carbon fills the air
and the zines stick to her body
like an aching old year
csty2
i can almost hear the water dripping off your golden skin
left reined pants trickle out like smoke rings
my eyes rolling inside my dream
snow filled with your remnants
my muse
i wonder if you can see it in your stride
their bold reach and soft touch
i wonder if the rhythm of your heels
pitter-patter pitter-patter
reveals your heat
beating tear ducts dry
and calling on hearts to nub skin
nuba nuba
nuba nuba
but it is your mind's playground
that hijacks will
and sets it between your clamps
each dizzying ride
a pulse, screams of no...yes...no
but wants of more
the word P L E A S E has no reference
and wallows in forehead sweat
how can ache show such cause
brother 'need' loses the floor
only because of
whimper and fray
does desperation find its polish
for want without its keeper
is a dead weed that finds no other day
left reined pants trickle out like smoke rings
my eyes rolling inside my dream
snow filled with your remnants
my muse
i wonder if you can see it in your stride
their bold reach and soft touch
i wonder if the rhythm of your heels
pitter-patter pitter-patter
reveals your heat
beating tear ducts dry
and calling on hearts to nub skin
nuba nuba
nuba nuba
but it is your mind's playground
that hijacks will
and sets it between your clamps
each dizzying ride
a pulse, screams of no...yes...no
but wants of more
the word P L E A S E has no reference
and wallows in forehead sweat
how can ache show such cause
brother 'need' loses the floor
only because of
whimper and fray
does desperation find its polish
for want without its keeper
is a dead weed that finds no other day
csty
grazing at scented air
that swept across your stern smile
leaving behind raised eyebrows
and weighted eyesheavied by lure
and swept by your trail
i can hear the razor's glide
upon what i may not seeor even know beyond
a tantalized day
for want wither
sin only slivers of your light
what has your day before you
that i may knowas food for my thoughts
a relish of other's gazes
dressing your auraand lifting your cheeks
in an interesting smirk
let me at least dream of it
glide mind up and down your itinerary
weeping in its crinkles
worn soft from my dire attention
that swept across your stern smile
leaving behind raised eyebrows
and weighted eyesheavied by lure
and swept by your trail
i can hear the razor's glide
upon what i may not seeor even know beyond
a tantalized day
for want wither
sin only slivers of your light
what has your day before you
that i may knowas food for my thoughts
a relish of other's gazes
dressing your auraand lifting your cheeks
in an interesting smirk
let me at least dream of it
glide mind up and down your itinerary
weeping in its crinkles
worn soft from my dire attention
ay
you must know by now
of the refine of your finess
when hours swell in my eyes
and my windshield is blury from need
ive clarity of why'cause because is enough
with a smile or notto send lungs as sails afoot
taking in the you of you
the whiff of your thoughts
my head battles with gravity
wanting to be left on the ground
i cant because you said no
and i need nothing else
but the food of your letters
strung around my balls
that ache and want
as the hours ween
i feel like an object
whose only thoughts are whimpers
im starting to feel like that monkey
pushing pleasure buttons that turn to torment
at 5:30am so long after your departure
how i wish you were here to let me beg
for an earlier nitebut now in your absence
i must wait until i seethe sun wink at my pathetic
desires left..alone and without
of the refine of your finess
when hours swell in my eyes
and my windshield is blury from need
ive clarity of why'cause because is enough
with a smile or notto send lungs as sails afoot
taking in the you of you
the whiff of your thoughts
my head battles with gravity
wanting to be left on the ground
i cant because you said no
and i need nothing else
but the food of your letters
strung around my balls
that ache and want
as the hours ween
i feel like an object
whose only thoughts are whimpers
im starting to feel like that monkey
pushing pleasure buttons that turn to torment
at 5:30am so long after your departure
how i wish you were here to let me beg
for an earlier nitebut now in your absence
i must wait until i seethe sun wink at my pathetic
desires left..alone and without
on 20375
you'd think it were the gloves
where i would starta slow trail
i gasp and exhale slowly though
realizing the curve in your wrist's shadow
silhouettes speak loud whispers
of the grace of its owner
i wonder if the bookanswers what pursed lips hide
and that angled gaze
of who enjoys its intent
i nearly cry at where those legs must go
and climb my eyes up the arch of an unshy backbut of course it is those gloves
that bow my headto you, who allow such a peak
at the secrets of kink
where i would starta slow trail
i gasp and exhale slowly though
realizing the curve in your wrist's shadow
silhouettes speak loud whispers
of the grace of its owner
i wonder if the bookanswers what pursed lips hide
and that angled gaze
of who enjoys its intent
i nearly cry at where those legs must go
and climb my eyes up the arch of an unshy backbut of course it is those gloves
that bow my headto you, who allow such a peak
at the secrets of kink
a snipet...
the many that surround your day and peer into the night of you...you collect them like stray bottles from the sea of attention you walk in
giggles as you walk by, dragging your nails upon the wooden door of my mind...a reverberating passing...hardly a blip in your stride...yet an endless echo...as you pounce upon the entirety of your day...spiking your will, scoring upon soul after soul...striking with simply a glance...and wit...and a little flesh
the whimpering cries are pathetic at your site...especially mine...shameful...and thus kept at a distant quiet behind muffled lust...a deep beneath
that slim waist winking above guiding legs and your will moving it swiftly...flesh coming along for the ride...such a surge to those eyes distant upon you...as speed like a slap in the face, leaves glimpses blotched upon the grey matter brief seconds attached themselves to
there's never enough of that sight...that air taking view of what is casual to you...and taunting to me...to the 'us' of 'them'...'please may i see more'...i whisper indulgently to myself, shut down into the darkness of fading last images...rejuvinating themselves with active thoughts morphing into auto-erotica.
giggles as you walk by, dragging your nails upon the wooden door of my mind...a reverberating passing...hardly a blip in your stride...yet an endless echo...as you pounce upon the entirety of your day...spiking your will, scoring upon soul after soul...striking with simply a glance...and wit...and a little flesh
the whimpering cries are pathetic at your site...especially mine...shameful...and thus kept at a distant quiet behind muffled lust...a deep beneath
that slim waist winking above guiding legs and your will moving it swiftly...flesh coming along for the ride...such a surge to those eyes distant upon you...as speed like a slap in the face, leaves glimpses blotched upon the grey matter brief seconds attached themselves to
there's never enough of that sight...that air taking view of what is casual to you...and taunting to me...to the 'us' of 'them'...'please may i see more'...i whisper indulgently to myself, shut down into the darkness of fading last images...rejuvinating themselves with active thoughts morphing into auto-erotica.
what she might say...
tonight you are closed
you are shutdown
you are to sit there and think
contemplate your situation
recognize that moments will come and go
and you will be sitting there
you will not be able to move
not through bonds
but by not having the will
because i have overcome yours
and my words will be your action
the thought occurs to you over and over
the words speaking for themselves
speaking again and again to your inner ear
looping, teaching your muscles what they shall do
until i deem it necessary to change
robots dont feel, otherwise you would be one
no, you will suffer as you posture for me
there will many forms...standing in a corner
naked
for 30 minutes
before being allowed to lie face down on the carpet for another 15
and to lie spread eagle on your bed , for 10
and to sit at the table with your arms in the air for 5
and to take a cold shower for 1 minute
so helpless to please me
you are shutdown
you are to sit there and think
contemplate your situation
recognize that moments will come and go
and you will be sitting there
you will not be able to move
not through bonds
but by not having the will
because i have overcome yours
and my words will be your action
the thought occurs to you over and over
the words speaking for themselves
speaking again and again to your inner ear
looping, teaching your muscles what they shall do
until i deem it necessary to change
robots dont feel, otherwise you would be one
no, you will suffer as you posture for me
there will many forms...standing in a corner
naked
for 30 minutes
before being allowed to lie face down on the carpet for another 15
and to lie spread eagle on your bed , for 10
and to sit at the table with your arms in the air for 5
and to take a cold shower for 1 minute
so helpless to please me
if i were to write a song...
I wanna funk
break back and sliver on down
that
funky road
that we all need
from time to sign
our fun minds
behind the grind of an all night shiver
simmer me and let me dive into your funk
im a punky junky slinky
wigglin to the 1
and sometimes the 3
but bring me in to the dance of your eyes
i wanna know, i wanna bring it on, bring it to the afternoon's breeze over my old black broken down palace of a transport
can you see me boogie, can you hear it without words
the reach
the grabing for straws
a floor filled with shoe crunching misses
yet i still spin to your pulse
uu uu uu uu uu
hear it, boom boom
boom wham
boom wham
break back and sliver on down
that
funky road
that we all need
from time to sign
our fun minds
behind the grind of an all night shiver
simmer me and let me dive into your funk
im a punky junky slinky
wigglin to the 1
and sometimes the 3
but bring me in to the dance of your eyes
i wanna know, i wanna bring it on, bring it to the afternoon's breeze over my old black broken down palace of a transport
can you see me boogie, can you hear it without words
the reach
the grabing for straws
a floor filled with shoe crunching misses
yet i still spin to your pulse
uu uu uu uu uu
hear it, boom boom
boom wham
boom wham
Jaded
i peered today into the pixeled eyes
i peeked behind their twinkle
and saw intent snatch my helplessness
right out of the bag came my cowering self
realizing her eminating will
and my mind sets off on its races
speeding through conjured images spewed from words between commas
swimming in deep kink suey
swallowing it whole till i am a fossil
a shell to wind's bullying
locked away to ponder my fresh demise
gagged for sweet whimpers
crawling underneath the closet door
and finding itself a whisper
dancing around your ears
till the clicks of your heels
drown them out...and take you away
Friday, January 27, 2006
D A Y - E I G H T E E N !!!
SHE and mozart
i made it
i can't believe i did
i am crawling out of my pants
hyper excitement mixed with misery
my delight touching the peak of the mountain you pointed to
i was sent
over there
to get atop of suffering's hat
aching and panting
the air thin and weak
my heart pumps a heavy mantra
my balls ache for relief
how trite i am
reduced to puppy dog eyes
pathetic male energy
with my tin cup out for mercy
i await final commands
an end to a phase
pledged fully beyond the milestone
yet eager for this one's end
i thank you for bringing me here
i made it
i can't believe i did
i am crawling out of my pants
hyper excitement mixed with misery
my delight touching the peak of the mountain you pointed to
i was sent
over there
to get atop of suffering's hat
aching and panting
the air thin and weak
my heart pumps a heavy mantra
my balls ache for relief
how trite i am
reduced to puppy dog eyes
pathetic male energy
with my tin cup out for mercy
i await final commands
an end to a phase
pledged fully beyond the milestone
yet eager for this one's end
i thank you for bringing me here
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
DAY'O 17...daylight come an me wanna go cum...
i cant believe i made it
well i still have to make it through this evening
but as much teasing and denial i have endured in my time
this was surely the one that caused the most discipline
blurry eyed aching
and many sleepless nights
even now i am moving my legs back in forth
involuntarily
rubbing myself
many odd ways have been invented these past days
and i lose my breath contemplating any degree of their detail
i have involuntarily rubbed my nipples walking down stairs
sitting in a chair
like an aroused zombie i have humped a walls corner
woken from deep REM to catch a wet dream's dream before it was too late
ive submitted to my fears
and succumbed to my helpless lust and induced service
my whimpers have become trite
and gagged by resignation
i crawl to the will of my captor
pleading for release
wound tightly
a spring cocked with dire need
please...oh please...oh please
well i still have to make it through this evening
but as much teasing and denial i have endured in my time
this was surely the one that caused the most discipline
blurry eyed aching
and many sleepless nights
even now i am moving my legs back in forth
involuntarily
rubbing myself
many odd ways have been invented these past days
and i lose my breath contemplating any degree of their detail
i have involuntarily rubbed my nipples walking down stairs
sitting in a chair
like an aroused zombie i have humped a walls corner
woken from deep REM to catch a wet dream's dream before it was too late
ive submitted to my fears
and succumbed to my helpless lust and induced service
my whimpers have become trite
and gagged by resignation
i crawl to the will of my captor
pleading for release
wound tightly
a spring cocked with dire need
please...oh please...oh please
d-d-d-d-d-day 16
i awake
heart racing from pre-mature sleep
my involuntary humping
leaving me like in a cold sweat
my cock points
and directs my walking
i sit and write
my insides are on its mouse wheel
i am what i am told
nothing more
ive been rinsed of will by will
can lust do all this?
set a course for eating oneself inside out
dry dripping want
reaching for light
it does seem now
that the closet is
a whimper's only refuge
heart racing from pre-mature sleep
my involuntary humping
leaving me like in a cold sweat
my cock points
and directs my walking
i sit and write
my insides are on its mouse wheel
i am what i am told
nothing more
ive been rinsed of will by will
can lust do all this?
set a course for eating oneself inside out
dry dripping want
reaching for light
it does seem now
that the closet is
a whimper's only refuge
Monday, January 23, 2006
day 15
i am afraid to stroke now
three days left
it rises now with its own mind
i ignore it
it whispers...pssst...psssst
i ignore it
the ache is an accepted reality
what am i to do
i think of the helplessness
the lack of choice
the matter that has a governess outside myself
the focal point being the suffering itself
the 'taking on' of it all
the succumbing to task
bare to the cold chill of next
and the empty hours of 'no'
i of course lust
but it becomes about power
the transference of animal want to the etching of a piano roll
playing the notes of her composition
being played, keys baren of my fingers
as i watch
just as others might
my dissonance rarely resolving
empty of will
time summing up my chromatic scale
even my whimpers swallowed by black keys
i dangle from the faint pull of strings
three days left
it rises now with its own mind
i ignore it
it whispers...pssst...psssst
i ignore it
the ache is an accepted reality
what am i to do
i think of the helplessness
the lack of choice
the matter that has a governess outside myself
the focal point being the suffering itself
the 'taking on' of it all
the succumbing to task
bare to the cold chill of next
and the empty hours of 'no'
i of course lust
but it becomes about power
the transference of animal want to the etching of a piano roll
playing the notes of her composition
being played, keys baren of my fingers
as i watch
just as others might
my dissonance rarely resolving
empty of will
time summing up my chromatic scale
even my whimpers swallowed by black keys
i dangle from the faint pull of strings
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