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You drove me shocking
My legs splayed open and your voice commanding in my ear
Untethered from self, from anxiety, from fear
Every protection peeled back like a flower in blossom
Breath pumping, control lost, yours to command
Chasing your will like the peak of my ending
Owned, totally owned, down to the moment of my making.
Counting, you drew me up to the climb
Commanding you pushed me over, hard, contracting, wild
Bucking into blooming luscious
Panting my skin singing, tingling,
I won’t forget that you showed me what my body could do
I won’t forget that I would never have gone there
But for you
I won’t forget the commands burned in my being
I won’t forget how I’m owned,
Even when you are not here seeing.
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Ferocious Beast

Isoellen Writes



Ferocious starving thing
hiding in the dark
I know you're waiting patiently
stalking me, to make your mark.
I know your teeth are sharp
your claws bred for rending.
There's danger in your hunting ways
And an appetite that needs tending.
I smile my secret smile
toward your shadow laced haunt
my red hood falls, white throat exposed
I’m crushing violets in my reckless jaunt.
I've never feared, dear forest beast
In the dark, sharp and furry.
In your growl I only find temptation
I don't do weak, you wild thing
But in your powerful frame I find connection
Opening my hand
My red velvet robes fall wide
revealing all my secrets
showing all the scars I meant to hide.
You see me now, the price I've paid
to walk free in this forest realm
Will you choose me, now
claim me now, does my own beast overwhelm?
I know how to bleed and how to feed
you great, ferocious starving thing.
I can see your face and meet your eye
dark and lonely monster king.
Will you lurk just out of reach
In shadows I feel but cannot breach?
The choice is yours
you lovely beast
To choose to become the tamed
To come to me, walk with me
Let me ease your tired, bleeding, hungry
by speaking sweetly to your lonely.
I call you to me,
Promise gentle, loyal and free
I’ll let you feed from the hope of me
But you must choose
To only ever
See me.
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My Words 1.

My words are my beauty
My succulent corruption,
A layered agony of
Ageless seduction.
They are vibrant thick
Oil paint, across my
Keyboard canvas -
Stories to tease the beast and
Wet the maiden,
A legacy of power
Time cannot erase.
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Sorry, beast

One more time
let me pet you beast
sink my fingers deep
into your pelt
press my face
into your neck
inhale your wild scent.
howl your lonely
into my ears
let you claw
and mark my skin.
I'm sorry beast,
that you taste my tears
of parting
because I must
leave you once again.
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His word

He speaks a word
I wonder if he knows
the power of it
the quiver and begging
baldly, raw
how it hurts my skin
sinking to hidden
gaping, weeping.
One word
obliterates
robs me of any desired of autonomy
plunges me
head down, desperate
wanting it
carved in
ruthless and deep.
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