Monthly Archives: May 2014

My favourite things

Ok… So I read a blog recently, and had a little giggle… This is just me having a little bit of punny fun in response…

The quills are alive
with the sound of muse•ic 😉

Red crops and poses of perfect submission
Bright toys of metal and soft purring kittens
Bowed little packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things

Screaming and moaning with licks bites and bruises
Cock swells and thirsts quelled no sub refuses
Wild pleading sighs from a room filled with sins
These are a few of my favourite things

Girls in short dresses with batting eyelashes
Dripping wet panties from crimson striped lashes
Silver links weighted to clamped nipple rings
These are a few of my favourite things

When no flogger bites
When no hot wax stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And now I just need to be bad

Image: Courtesy of Karl Louis

Do you remember?

do you remember when
all i had was fresh soils
for you to stroll upon?
every moment
was spent dreaming
of our forever,
our future,
remember when
you lovingly planted
those very first seeds?
nourishing each
with poetic whispers,
creating memories
for us to keep,
sow and reap.
do you remember?

do you remember when
you laid the foundation?
pouring thick concrete
of honest solidity,
our eternity,
finally grounded,
each wall was built
with hollowed holes.
windows of our souls
always kept open,
even through
chilling winds
of howling winters
we always knew
our sparked truths
would never freeze.
our intensity ignited,
do you remember?

do you remember when
you painted me?
oh how your palette
burst with vibrancy.
no other masterpiece
could ever compare,
for within each stroke
you owned me,
in totality.
and how the sun shone
on our breaking dawns,
warming our hearts
after long cozy nights
endlessly spent lying
beneath glistening stars,
our wishes cast.
do you remember?

do you remember when
one window jammed closed?
no amount of cursing
would jimmy it open.
that was when i knew
this home we had built
would be empty soon.
too soon.
you stayed absent longer.
time without you here
grew desperately dark
echoing lonely.
when you’d return
i’d brighten up
from deep inside,
but you couldn’t see,
didn’t want to,
you switched off
my every light,
in preference
of eyes destined
for eternal nights.
do you remember?

do you remember when
you closed the door
for the final time?
sliding the gold key
so easily
beneath me.
how you walked away
not even turning back
to stop and see,
how completely ruined
we had become,
we were once one.
now we are no more.
you left me
to break and crumble
into shattered fragments
of a battered lost soul
with no place
to call home.
do you remember?
i do
i’m still here
awaiting one worthy
of unlocking the door,
to complete
my full restore.


Two Horny Poets

What do two horny poets do
late on a Sunday eve?
Share a delectable image
then pen of how it reads…
And here… Speaks the quills
of first Mark Davis, then my own…
Together…. Our diction grinds
and writhes and moans……
Enjoy 😊

The text message was blunt
“My girl,I wait for you
Come now to my corner
You know what to do”
He sat there with his drink
Took a little sip
Watched her pull her dress up
Tongue flicked across his lip

Before she threw her head back
She bravely looked across
At work she was his senior
But here he was the boss
Fallen under his spell
Out on a Friday evening drink
And now she did what ordered
Did not need to think

He watched her fingers working
Didn’t have to taste
Knew his time was coming
There really was no haste
Looked around the bar
Their eyes were turned away
But knew the show was watched
Would be remembered the next day

He made her fingers work
Until with a muffled moan
He recognised the peak of lust
Then picked up the phone
“You did well” he text
Then got up off his seat
His entree had been served to him
Main course now to eat

Mark Davis
If you haven’t already, go treat yourself to some delicious erotica by visiting Marks blog by clicking on the link above….

Now for my words….

The quaint little restaurant
had all but cleared
we had dined divinely
on spears of asparagus
oysters and caviar
He delicately wined me
into sublime intoxication
‘just enough’ He’d say
to have me swell
in a whirling elation
‘Now lift your skirt
twirl, and face me’
He slowly sipped
on the rich crystal rim
swirling His words
on His finely liquored tongue
as my fingers slid
scoring a light trail
my thighs parting
in delight of ascension
beckoned by His voice
‘slowly My love
don’t take what’s Mine
in a speedy haste’
my breasts heave
racing heart relaying
my need for relief
I paced my trace
Gently circling my clit
my lip forced into a bite
sighs filled the night
as my pleasure echoed
scents of sweet sin
lifted and bounced
from His own groan
that soon followed
His low tone had me shift
into a greedy frenzy
parting my folds quickly
rubbing my hungry palm hard
dipping a fingertip deeply
He scoffed harshly
‘don’t you dare push
beyond the known edge
lift your finger My filthy pet
let Me taste let Me savour
the flavour that is Mine’

Thanks for the a•muse•ment

A slave to these letters
that pour from my pen
A novice to the script
a seeker of deeper dialect
I found an ever expansive world
that drew me back again and again

I found you

So I followed a few
deviantly delicious muses
Some to coax poetry
others biting for bruises
Tickling my linguistic tongue
you splayed your diction in succumb

So I fed

Filling my cup with your essence
drowning my core in your verse
Scrolling pages and pages
of erotically pictorial prose
And the hurts the pains the wails
of souls as lost and broken as mine

We bled

My thesaurus has never squealed
quite like she does when I tweet
Excitedly bouncing off the shelf
spreading in an arched spine relief
Glowing as she reveals her secrets
to this awed unknowing word thief

We played

Until one day
This one actually
I noticed a change in how I wrote
A choking notion provoking this note
Once there was you as a muse
Now all I see are words I can’t use

Let me show you

(If you see yourself in this passage, please know, you’ve touched me)

Just in case the darker sins I embrace
with a brave ethereal light does fright
I dance with a dandelion love
for moons miss adventures
immortality sighing scarlet velvet hues
to break the poetic downfall of snow
The carnal howl as a coyotes eye
bores into one of jaded beauty
has words escape me as they pour
into firm handed love of a distant rain
Unashamedly I read as a voyeur
more so than venetians could hide
So I dreamed in magenta tones
of lost moments cast like voodoo
Pearls of perfection left shadows
on georgian walls of silent whispers
letters hidden behind bold rocks
vying to be inked upon midnight stars

All in the need to be freed

Eye would read….

And that, is merely your @
Not a whisper
of the continuous content
you constantly infuse
between each line
with your musings
of syntactical sublime

Perhaps that influx can wait
for another day, some other time

My point here is this
my voice seems to be amiss
My pen stutters in bound binary
songs that no longer resound me
So, I bid thee
a little silent reprieve

Thank you for bearing your souls
upon a heart that will never forget

It’s just time…
to step away…
and breathe…



my little one
don’t make a sound
for it’s in silence
that your truths
will resound
Let your mind
fall quiet
find peace within
only then
will you feel me
deeply within
Don’t fear
the darkness
my cherished love
hold my hand
i’ll guide you
to the light above
Kneel before me
gift me
all that you are
and i shall make you
my sun
my moon
my blazing star
my little one
don’t make a sound
for in silence
love binds us
eternity found…