One.

Bdsm, Poetry 1 Minute

Wicked lips devour my words with a kiss,
Silencing thoughts I shall not miss,
No more is the soreness of back and limb,
Gone like morning mist before the sun..

Vanished is the worry of work and rest,
Banished by your hand apon my chest,
Pressing me back,
No choice and I dont want to run..

With not a word your body speaks to mine,
Submit it says as fingers trace my spine,
Lost in your gaze of want and desire,
I know my sweet torment has only begun..

Cant keep still with heart beating so fast,
Yet I am held down so your pleasure my last,
Teeth apon my neck as pain and pleasure mix,
Sanity unraveled all control undone..

Grace and beauty.. heat and skin,
Mind numbing passion.. electric with sin,
In that moment as time stood still,
And of my love you drank your fill,
I knew without doubt you were the one.

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Published by sirhanz

My path in writing, art, or poetry had always been one of seemingly contradictory things meshing to find balance.  Transporting a reader into the depths of their imagination or showing a glimpse of the world through my eyes. Inspireing new thoughts or shifting a readers view to a new perspective has always made me smile. Writing connects me to strangers and those I care about. I write as a creative outlet and as a way to share my thoughts.  Sometimes catharsis,  sometimes simply seeking to share or create beauty.  I openly write about my experiences as a dom and the kinks I enjoy. Sensuality and sexuality both find a home in my work and inspire me to write. I pour feelings onto the page like splashes of paint, throw them out into the world and for some reason people like them. It baffles me but I enjoy the hell out of it. I hope I can continue to inform, amuse, and inspire desire in you all. Best wishes  -SirHanz

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