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

--



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