Poems for a Master
CYBER LOVE I found you in the shadows Waiting silently for me you whispered my name And you were there.. Smiling an unseen welcome Beckoning me near There in the warm darkness You embraced me – held me touched me and in my unchartered depths I held you close and hoped you felt my gentle warmth engulfing you… lost in our deep dreams our souls drowning within us we swam unconcerned in that pool of blinded love the tears washing over us dancing their jubilant threat promising no tomorrow… The shadows and darkness Closing about you Taking you far away To a place you never left But from a place where you will always be.. Inside Deep within me. The Test Passion Rising within me Heat burning The edge Unattainable Waiting Longing for My release from those invisible bonds Clasped about me Keeping me in your enthrallment Cruelly denying that desired journey! The sensual mountain So close rising up before Me Beckoning, calling my name in a soft whisper Your voice Holding the unseen bridle Reins me to you Halting my eager steps To wait To listen To obey My body Your mind Our painful passion My loins stroked by your gentle voice Desire Gushing Wet The damp storm flooding Within me Drowning my senses My breath Halting That strange moment Existence Becomes Burningly exquisite The end As inevitable As Death Your dark voice Counts The moments Promising Glorious Fullness Gently coaxing Compliance The fire within me licking you With my heat Overwhelmed I beg I give I offer On the alter of dark passion My gift…… The climax of My Body The dying Torment Of My soul The Release Through this inviting portal I scream dreams Desires As yet Unknown Binding me To seek thee Elusive Dark Cruel desire and In your denial I burn! Those welcome bonds In my mind Tight about me My limbs awry The fountainhead Dark Open Inviting thee Within Clutching Embracing Desiring To drown thee in my moist chasm And for your denial I blaze! So do I crave thee Dark prince With thy Soft words Beating me into Submission The golden chains Tight about my breast My tears Cannot pierce Thy shadowy wits As thou Has pierced My gloomy secret And still You refuse me! So I burn I blaze The fire within me Unsated Unquenched As thy hot breath On the innocent Remnants of my love Blows Gently The ash Rising Disperses And I am No more! The Collar She knelt before him Subdued Scarlet cloth Blood red Against Snowy flesh Pricked and bleeding Tightened bodice Binding Breasts bursting source of natures sustenance she clings heaving the Black Lord’s disdain His chalice His vessel His wordly possession. Saphire eyes Black lashed Pleading Seek his depths Pale arms Purple stained In their binding Held In exquisite Embrace Her face Tortured desire Narrow necked Offering To Him Completeness Of body Tenure Of Soul The symbol In his strong Hands Braced and ready And she Aroused In worship Silently accepting The bountiful gift Encircling White throat She gasps The clasp Eternal Locked No more herself But for Him His acolyte His adoring slave The Gift What fine gift shall I give to thee? That thou canst cherish Thine eyes doth see Gold and trinkets I give thee not For shallow gifts Thou hast got Tis wordly goods thou dost disdain To seek instead A deeper gain Tis in my soul that thou shalt find Tribute for thee And repose of mind In dutiful homage On bended knee Mine eyes castdown I give to thee Bounded body and shackled mind Uncommon love Thou wilt ne’er find I pray thee master as I bend low In humble curtsey thou shalt know Mine only gift to thee can be My body and soul - I give thee Me My Master Buttocks burn A fiery blaze Your silent smile Your arm is raised Is this the bliss That you seek? And begging yes I play the meek As you taunt me I wonder why on this painful bed I lie? The bonds about me holding tight in my eyes you see my fright in my body in my soul each painful lash makes me whole But the pleasure in your eyes defies the whip confounds the sighs and so I take all you give and earn the reward that I may live So this my Master is the answer why upon this painful bed I lie no greater pleasure Can there be But to give to you On bended knee All that you desire and wish And in return - My exquisite bliss |