His Cupcake

I am no cupcake
no pink frothy frosted thing
bland and sugary
with no surprises
just
sweet
upon
sweet
upon
sweet

perhaps
a pineapple
upside down
cake
tart
old fashioned
classic
homey
her world turned on end
revealing delights
underneath.

haiku villanelle - by PL

I have turned away
From love and its games, and now
Thorns grow around me.

My first love I loved,
But she turned away, and so
I have turned away.

Loves come and loves go.
The game can get rough, and so
Thorns grow around me.

I know how to act,
So from anything inside
I can turn away.

My garden thrives, and
Every day I tend the thorns
That grow around me.

No-one can touch me,
No-one can find me.
Thorns grow around me.
I have turned away.

Dirty Hands

The angry lash over now
The guilt descends like a cloud
I wait and writhe in my own failing
Once there before you, lowered eyes
I show you my dirty hands
I felt your disappointment; I am unworthy

Striking a contrast between good and bad
So that I know where the lines stand
Tears of pain and sorrow litter my face
I plead for mercy denied and state my place
A little more just to be certain all is purged
Disobedience, distrust, guilt, all deserved

Washing my hands with a good clean soap
I lay there and become clean with restored hope
Your little girl, your pride and joy, my face wet with regret
You tell me no more fears, no reason to hide
Cleaner than a virgin I rise from my penitence
You tilt my chin, restored; I can meet your eyes

It Comes

It comes like a freight train
rushing through a mountain pass
unstoppable like a hurricane fire
reducing everything to ash

the rush of adrenaline
the power of its pure force
undeniable with all its intent
leaving no remorse behind

no stone unturned in it
nothing left to question
words unspoken still
heard nonetheless

heart to heart
beat for beat
racing forward l
ike the dawn

come on love
come to me now
bring all you have
take me down

its coming my release
from the prison
from all the pride
from all the weight

it comes sure and real
like the burning of the sun
you come for me slowly
stalking your prey

bear down upon me
wash it all away move
me to tears
show me how to pray

ill breathe you in and out
and breathe you in again
the age old connection
has come again

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sfp

The Art of the Kiss

At times

I've thought that the art of kissing

moving close

a hand caressing a cheek

that tilt of the head as your eyes flick from his eyes

to his lips

and back again

leaning in as lips graze lips

and you trade breath

and taste

until you to lose your bearings

I thought this was lost

but the kiss -- like anything else worth doing

is art

and must be practised

and perfected

and is better with a muse

Taken

I am hungry

for just a taste

of everything you are

and all that is left.

I press your lips against mine

hard enough to taste you in your absence

I squeeze your fleshy breasts

with lust you will see tomorrow

I reach inside you

pulling your soul out on the tips of my fingers

to hold and caress

while you weep for me

softly

because you are mine.

The Path

I carve

my journey

through fields of flowers

through cold deserted desert nights

through cool running waters I step lightly

through forests that close overhead

my feet hug the ground

of life's uncertain

path





certain only

that it would lead me to you






if but for a moment

Perfect Vision

He molds my eyes to his form

So that I cannot see past

Or around

Or outside



Anything


but Him.

"Love Song" by KellyRed

"Love Song"

One breathless moment, poised
before the flight
The delicious inner struggle to give up the fight
a fist full of red curls
a hand on the back of a pale white neck
A firm caress from a roughened hand across a hot, striped curve of flesh


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Surrender

I stand on the far side of the chasm,
Finally ready to take the leap,
To cross to the other side,
And leave everything behind.

Ready to embrace oblivion,
To give myself completely,
To extinguish the whispers of doubt,
And finally silence my fears.

How can the renunciation of free will,
Feel so much like emancipation?
Yet I am ready to fly, weightless,
Carefree and magically transformed.

I crave to relinquish myself,
No longer the owner of my mind,
My heart or my body,
I give them all to him.

If I am enslaved,
I have never felt so empowered,
I vibrate with energy,
And potential.

To give myself totally over to his will,
To exist on my knees at his feet,
My cheek pressed against his knee,
A vessel for his use.

It is silent and peaceful there,
Sheltered in his strength,
Serving him, worshiping him,
Drowning in his dominion.

I slowly sink below the waves,
Submerging, submitting,
Disintegrating in the crucible of his vision,
Dissolving in the tide of his passions.

Sweet annihilation,
The inexorable grinding away of what once was,
Leaving behind perfection,
Beauty and surrender.

I no longer fear the chasm,
I no longer fear falling,
In fact I want to fall.
And I step out into oblivion.

Undertow

The wave is higher
than I thought
it sucks my feet

lifts me from the sand

turns me over
and pummels me

I roll in the waves
and the surf tries to suck me

deeper down

until I get

one
foot

back on the sand

and drag myself to shore

The Storm

In your eyes
There is a storm collecting clouds
Rolling black-blue thunder
Churning thoughts
Foaming
Fermenting
Frothing at the surface

Standing windswept and alone
At the edge of inglorious madness
Watch the storm as it approaches

Coming
It is coming
You are coming for me

Bound by the wind
Howling through my every pore
The ropes they whisper
A cordial invite to stay
Transfixed

Wallowing and reveling in its own virtue
Lightening flashes
And weaves its pretty tapestry
Upon my nakedness
In moments
Blinded by the touch
In moments
Drinking in the purity
In moments
Ethereal

Cascading down
The rain falls
Salty
Cooling my burning flesh
Hemorrhaging my vulnerability
Splaying my substance in pools at your feet

Pounding thunder
Roars within
Surging forward
Taking its want
Moving through and beyond
Consuming
Enveloping
Discarding

The heart of the tempest beats in my soul
Taken in its breast
I ride the clouds
I chase the wind
I embrace the lightening
I taste the rain
As the thunder tears me open

I am lost to the storm

Trust

If devotion is the why,
Trust is the how.
I have devotion, I live and breathe devotion.
And I crave surrender, the sweet oblivion of surrender,
And Trust is the path between the two.

Trust is a precarious path, fraught with terror.
What is it I fear?
Do I fear him failing me?
There is no questioning his devotion to me.
He has no expectations, how can I fail him?
Perhaps I fear failing to meet my own expectations?
I have so many, too many.
They laugh and mock me.
Failure is inevitable, as inevitable as life.

Perhaps I have grown too comfortable with my fears,
Taking shelter and comfort in the walls of my own creation.
Who would I become without my fears?
Yet I hunger for surrender, and trust is the pathway to my goal.

Trust is a pathway,
And I must take my heart in my hands and take that first step out,
Out, out, out onto that unknown thing,
Believing he will be there with me,
Guiding me,
Supporting me,
Pushing me,
Always there to catch me if I fall.

And if I should fall,
He will throw himself after me,
And together we will spread our wings,
And fly.

His response to haiku "Afterall"

Even if we say

We'll no longer be lovers

We'll always be friends

afterall

after all the play

pushing me to tears and screams

we're friends afterall

Devotion

As he holds me tight, twisted, bent to whims of his passion,
Bending me back, arching me sharply up, offering myself to him
I say it, panting, grating out the words between clenched teeth,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

I kneel at his feet and I must resist the urge to press my lips to his cherished flesh,
Awaiting his permission to touch, to worship, to engulf him with my devotion,
My mouth, hot and wet, flooded with hunger, trembles with anticipation,
I think it, the words sing in my heart,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

I bend and contort to the demands of the ropes, stretched and vulnerable to his will,
Blind and helpless, awaiting the scorching, abrading pain,
And finally, as the agony washes me clean and pure again,
I scream it, the words tearing at my throat,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

His body crashes into mine, shaking me, jarring me, his hands selfish and demanding,
I am crushed, thrown about by the winds of his passion, pierced to the heart by his lust,
Feverishly I grasp at his body, struggling to meet and match him
I cry out the words, each one a groan of effort,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

Spent and weak, empty of everything but the sweet knowledge of my devotion,
I lay in his arms, safe and sheltered, recreated, reborn, fresh and new,
I cling, yearning for his strength and look into his eyes,
And sob out the words,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

Contributors wanted

I'm very excited that Just a Taste has joined our ranks of regular contributors -- and has not only posted a number of lovely poems --

but

shhhhh

I've taken a peak - there are several more queued up to be posted soon

In addition to that -- we have a new contributor who's scribbling away as we speak Xantu -- I'm eagerly awaiting her first contribution.

So -- now that we have a few folks who've broken the ice

why not you?

give us a try --

it's fun!

Love,

sfp

Untitled

Hold my hand
It is all I have to offer

Hold my hand
Lead me where you will

Take what has been taken
Pull me through the depths of Hell

Bind my soul and unravel my body
Reach inside and pull me out

And when you're done
Please hold my hand.

snapshot

he surrounds me
I squirm
squeezing out the space
between us

he brushes the hair
from my neck
pressing his mouth
to my pulse
I sigh
his arms tighten

we are one

Abandon

You leave me breathless,

panting,

crying,

hurting,

lusting,

dripping,

broken,

whole.

Full and empty.

You leave me spent.



You leave me many things

but

you do not ever leave me.

wet

that trickle
betrays me
he

laughs

at me

and

with me

as he relishes
his effect

Bound

Words curl from your lips as

smokey ribbons of nothing.

Binding me to you,

possessing me,

tying me
down

and up


and down.

I fear this moment like no other.
To look at you wholly and unafraid.

That you chance to see me, I could not suffer;

That you do not see me,

I would not

conquer.

Pinned

His knee between my legs
he bites
and licks and chews my throat

gasping
I grind against him

driving myself into frenzy
ardor becomes panic
he rides me as I try to buck him off

"you can't get free"

"you're mine"

memento

Once
when we were new
he grabbed
greedily at them
leaving 5 angry
dark marks
too high
for summer
too easily seen for what they were

Now
that we are comfortable
he tempers
his appetite
leaving rare signs
in his wake

I treasure
the faint
fading
memento of his touch

Sonnet for Kyoko (from PL)

Sonnet

for Kyoko

He's so perfectly poised: artificial like a cut flower,
But artless too: a childish gilded lily.
His presence stops time, my breath,
Invites me to a world of tender riches.

I fall into his eyes, his gaze,
All the tiny hidden muscles of his face.
Muscles that together speak a symphony.
A gaze that pours out love.

And sometimes I stray; and when I do stray
The same gaze meets me as I fall.
As I fall, exposed for what I am,
I fall under his saving gaze.

My skin is sanded thin from people shouting "No!"
I need to know I have his soft forgiving "Yes."

Pounce

pounce
bat me about with your paws
trap me
I'm at your mercy

when you've had your fill
of your toy
sink
your teeth
into the curl of my ear

I want

to
wrap my
arms
and
legs around you
and
erase
the distance between us

sweet nothings whispered in my ear

You can stop struggling
You're just where I want you
I won't let you go

it's just us

I'm bitten
and I bite
I'm trapped
and I fight
then you pause
stare deeply into me
to bring me back
to us

and dive into me again

bossy

Grab me
push me
move me where you will
my inner voice
is
distinctly
bossy

Peace,

the sun slants across the floor
in the shape of the window
and the carpet warms
beneath.

the light in the room is
strange and unknown.
warm and close,
i feel as if i'm tucked
neat and clean inside

a cocoon.


too thin to curl, so i
jack-knife into myself,
sharp shoulders,
bony knees,
long fingers,
thin wrists,
the delicate
curve of my
ankle.

and she is beside me
with the body of a

renaissance painting:
strong arms and
a curvaceous

figure with
which she
carries
sensuality.

i curl and twist and
slip inside her,
with her arms
about me,
where i
find

peace.



<3 belle.

(to see more of Belle -- check our her site Spring Awakening)

Afterglow

It's 86 degrees outside, but the room is shadowed,
darkened against the sun by our heavy white shades.
My sleepy eyes trace the splotchy black and white patterns on the walls.

I lie splayed out across the bed, my naked body a pale form
amongst the dark tangle of sheets thrown carelessly
from our once neatly made king-sized bed.

The fan above me races around in endless circles.
I watch the white sash that frames my window swaying gently,
and am grateful for the cool air that traces my sweat soaked skin.

He has already left the room, but all I want is to lie here;
Used, loved, sore, damp, fulfilled.
Totally at peace with my little world.

~Little Butterfly

(click to read more from Little Butterfly... Thank you LB for your wonderful poem!)

sofa

He rests
his head on
my hip
arm
limply
draping
a thigh
while nails caress his hair
He rests

generosity

I asked for this
for
the clamps
the pain
the focus
the intensity
the sweat rolling down my brow
the whimpering

I asked for this
for
him to tighten the screw a bit more
the teasing
the edge of his teeth
the squirming against him

I asked for this
for
the right to be tightened to match the left
the obliteration of everything else

I asked for this

Untitled poem by belle

struggling to understand
exactly what it means to be
submissive;
struggling to grasp
my place beneath her-
beside her-
within her.

it isn't often i am made to kneel
but when i am i go instantly
into that place in my mind
where i belong only
to her.
the place where i have
no meaning without
her.

i lay my head in her lap
and her fingers smooth
through those tangled
curls of dark auburn
and burnt umber.
i am home here
and Miss will take care
of me.

when structure falls away
i cannot breathe or think or hear
and Miss is there to
bring me back
down
until
i can

breathe.



Want more of Belle? -- go check out her blog at: http://bellemusings.blogspot.com/

hooked

(written after I bought the doorhook -- but had not yet used it)

hanging over the top
innocently gleams at me
handy household hook

my brazen purchase
designed to communicate
confidence in him

showing it to him
hold my hands up to the hook
he explores his goods

shocking myself
furiously trembling
sweet powerlessness

desire and fear
pure vulnerability
shifting boundaries

I'm not even cuffed
it's just a dress rehersal
what was I thinking

so now I'm obsessed
it hangs there just mocking me
imagine our play

tick tick tick

after all these months
breathless anticipation
adventure awaits

gift

my bottom still smarts
counting off my birthday spanks
and one to grow on

In Response to the Haiku 'HIS'

Hand around your wrists
Holding them both behind you
Tight grip holds them fast

Left hand grabs your hair
Pulling your head back roughly
Your eyes glaze over

My submissive now
Ms. "in control" out the door
Your body writhing

Anticipation
Knowing what's in store for you
I smile and dive in

(Thank you Mr. C for your lovely response *blush*)

His

gentle steel fingers
absentmindedly drifting
encircle my wrist

A poem from my Dom circa July 2009

Whispering to you
Telling you that you are mine
My marvelous toy

Gentle touches turn
To more hard, intense rubbing
You are hot and wet

Pinching your nipples
Making you gasp in pleasure
Gazing eye to eye

Will he let her cum?
Only he knows it for sure
She belongs to him...

tout à coup

bound
blinded
not ... quite ... comfortable ...
slap!
smack!

a long scratch
a pinch
hair pulled and twisted
ice
penetrations

Mmm, ...
Chilli on my nipples

--



http://perfect71ps.wordpress.com


(Thank you PL for sending us a poem! -- Post your own poem by emailing me!_

between kisses

His warm voice
Pushes
All sorts of
Filthy
Delicious
Suggestions
Into my
Hungry
Mouth

hanging around

harmless hook
hanging on the door
holding a yellow bathrobe

who knew
how many secrets you
have

How do you feel
holding me powerless
helpless

heartless

hook

Yellow

once you were warmth, comfort, joy
twisted and morphed
now only pain, panic, cowardice

failure

He says that you are my friend
but I hate you
every time I bring you out.





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Discovery

craving soft kisses
her startled discovery
restrained for pleasure

surprised shocked pleased eyes
search blue pools finding challenge
understanding spreads

caressed tasted teased
dark whispers foretell pleasures
given at his whim

By steel bands confined
conflicting message combines
arching aching cries

measuring response
calculating the limits
careful cruelty

quiet soft comands
insistent encouragement
pushes her to heights

abdicate control
sharp gasps escape blissfully
exquisite focus

wobbles unbalanced
still reeling -- encircled, safe
returned to her feet