Bow your head to me
let me grasp the clasp
that binds us,
and makes you feel
whole again
Present your open hands
so I may fill them
with the throbbing object
of my desires
Kneel in poised positions
statuesque perfection
willing and ready
to do Daddy’s bidding
with the nod of a head
Beg me, time and time again
to hold you tight
and fill you,
so completely
with my love.
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It’s a knock on the door,
the turn of a key in a lock;
a click of a dress shoe’s heel;
checkered socks on dark hardwood
It’s a kiss on the cheek,
the whiff of sweet perfume
on the nape of a neck;
gentle passions burning,
aflame like a candle’s wick
It’s the heat of a hand,
rough fingers extending;
the warmth of a sigh;
a shudder of anticipation
waiting for a breath
It’s the thump of a heart,
beads of delight dripping
onto softly parted lips;
eager moans beckoning,
the deepening of eternity.
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The raw scent of musky love
Envelops my thighs
My back arches, beckoning your arrival
My legs spread gently,
Always willing and ready
To feed you, my relentless lover.
Hands perched on parted thighs,
Only the most palatable position
For the refined and dedicated palate
Of my energetic connoisseur.
A sigh exhales, a moan soon follows
Etching ancient art
Into the heat of my burning body
A bit of this, a splash of that,
Savouring the many shades that unfold
So deliciously onto your tongue.
Nails digging into shoulders,
You tickle me just right
A timeless creator of the sparks
That ignite the fabric of my being.
Aching…
Come closer, my love,
Please,
Yes, slowly…
The deafening rumbling
Of a wave crashing onto shore,
Parting the seas of my lust,
Electrifying my senses.
I gasp for air,
Insatiable.
Overwhelm me with your love,
Just a little longer…
Deeper.
Harder.
Forever.
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Everywhere I look, you’re there, somewhere
A subtly stifled smirk, unbeknownst to others,
A mirrored image in the gleaming window,
The steady tap, tap, tap of the beat of a drum,
The crisp sound of shoes on freshly fallen snow.
When did you become my haven,
The place in which I’ll forever feel safe and warm.
An ocean of love, narrowly navigated by the few
Who can embrace unlikely truths and unusual encounters?
Kiss me on a stormy morning,
Wipe away my tears as the rain draws lines on the panes.
Pull me in close, against your beating heart,
Compel the pain away with your radiant heat.
Hold my cheek and urge me to sleep.
Partout où erre l’oeil, tu es là, quelque part
Un sourire narquois subtil, inconnu des autres,
Une image miroir dans une fenêtre luisante,
Le battement continu du tambour,
La clarté des pas sur une neige fraîche.
Quand es-tu devenu mon havre,
Le refuge où toujours je serai en sécurité
Un Océan d’amour, navigué tendrement par ceux
Qui enlacent les vérités des rencontres inhabituelles?
Embrasse-moi par une matinée tempétueuse,
Essuie mes larmes au rythme de la pluie sur les carreaux.
Tiens-moi fort, contre ton coeur battant
Éteins la douleur avec ta chaleur radieuse
Caresse ma joue et invite le sommeil.
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Aloft in the nook of her window,
The cat-shaped musings dance eerily on the walls
Feline representations of lust and love
Heeere, pussy, pussy, pussy…
A slight flick of the wrist, a twist of the waist
A kiss blown beyond the cheek, into the loins
A bend and snap, or the pull of a glove
Sway dears, again and again, those hips
Make the succubus green with envy
As she eagerly watches the passersby,
Thighs aching, wings waning, heart pounding
She craves the undying soul of her lover,
Inhaling every scent, tasting every sweetness
Forgetting the misfortune of the chaste
In the dimly lit hall of eros, she calls home.
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Delicate dove in your hands,
You encourage my flight.
Warm lanterns in the shadows,
A gentle keeper of my love.
Through restraints of passion,
True colours shine
Painting, etching, sculpting…
My body your eternal canvas
Your ropes a medium of your love,
An expression of your desire.
In your hands,
I hurt, I melt, I love, I sigh, I hang, I cry.
Your tight grip,
Like a warm embrace on my soul
Harks the moment of transcendence,
Freeing me from my corporeal bindings.
I can see you clearly; in spirit.
Brilliant light; enveloping.
Every rotation, fold, tie, twist,
Speaks more than a thousand words.
Interpreters of inspiration,
We speak a common language:
‘The beauty of tight binding.’
The Muse of your musings,
I humbly accept the offerings at my feet.
With spread legs, and eager hands,
My body is yours to please and cherish.
Tickle me with your tongue,
Reach into the depths of my being,
To gently release me into your world.
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Remote locations
Ignite and unfurl deep passions,
As Pele and Kamapua’a
Bear witness, shedding tears of joy.
Feasting on energies,
Primordial and long forgotten.
The Succubus Lilith devours
Humble servants of the flesh
In resolute embrace.
Up, down, beneath, above
Through and through
Bodies intertwining
Beyond understanding.
A tapestry of lust,
Woven by Arachne herself.
The echo of desperation:
A hand longing to grasp
Harder… Harder. Harder!
((((((((( Resonates )))))))))
Through soft pine like
Hephaestus’ thundering blow.
Warm breaths on soft skin
Cries forever lost in a pillow
Beating hearts,
Trying to rip themselves
From their carnal shells.
Symphonic melodies give way
To carnal compositions
Orchestrated by Pan,
Playing the body of Syrinx
In the form of a flute.
Plaintive gasps and tortured cries,
Frozen in time, forever…
Only relieved by the echo of our love.
Eat me for breakfast
A light midday meal
An afternoon delight
A delectable dinner
A midnight hankering
Obediently ready, quick-witted little kitten.
Sit, kneel, lie, spread, swallow.
Quiet, still…
Yours once, twice, again, forever.
To have and to hold,
To finger and to fuck
Faithfully.
VERSION FRANÇAISE
Fais de moi ton déjeuner
Un petit encas à midi
Un délice d’après-midi
Un dîner délectable
Une envie de minuit
Obéissante à souhait, petite minette toujours prête.
Assis, à genoux, couché, écarte, avale.
Silence, immobile…
Tienne d’abord, ensuite, encore, toujours.
A avoir et à garder,
A doigter et à baiser
Fidèlement.
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Like little spiders,
You helped me spin a web
Of jute and love,
A cocoon of pain and happiness
From which I’ve emerged
A shimmering butterfly.
Heart so filled with stars,
Like those shining on your walls,
A kitten waiting to pounce.
Poetry projected onto my soul,
My words floating in space
We’ve become a perfect circle,
Like the eclipse
When the sun meets the moon.
Blinding…
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Rituals
Of stories and studies
Worship
Soft bodies in hard positions
Feasts
Of the flesh and fortune
Celebrate
Sacred kinships and moons
Discoveries
Of gentle love and tighter hands
Cuddle
Red cheeks and dripping mascara
Dances
Of sex witches in frozen gardens
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Letters For My Lovers 