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- Can You See? at allpoetry
- Dusk at allpoetry
Dusk the time when the life of the day meets the death of the night,
The time when silence’s hunger feeds on the noise of day. - Fashion Show for Dominants at allpoetry
A spot light illuminates the catwalk, music, soft and seductive slowly echoes through the room. A beautifully tall woman walks to the beginning of the catwalk, stops as if waiting for permission to continue.
She is enveloped - 1812 Humiliation at allpoetry
The darkness falls slowly and the music rises sharply,
Three rows back, middle seats we sit. - New Year 09 at allpoetry
As I walk amid the strune remains,
My mind shivers and sadness reigns - Deaths Ballroom at allpoetry
On tombstone old, he sits
Violin resting on boney shoulder. - Revenge of Dragons at allpoetry
Be thee of an age to remember Dragons,
Of beasts that soared the air - Ebony Pain at allpoetry
Romance in its afternoon, lays claim to a bleeding heart,
Pricked by the thorns of a dark dead rose. - Self Torture at allpoetry
In darkness I lay, peaceful
My eyes, restraint from the light, - Autumn Mind at allpoetry
My mind is now in the autumn of its being,
And soon I know - Alone in Absence at allpoetry
Away from the sounds of love,
Breath long and labored. - Tears_from_Heaven,_Blood_of_Hell at allpoetry
As you envelope me in your arms, My body betraying my every desire. - Huntress at allpoetry
Atop a battlement of rock and stone, she sits. Her vestment shimmering in the early morning sun. - Siren's Lullaby at allpoetry
Softly, The hauntingly sweet music washes over me - Wanted at allpoetry
WANTED A Mistress, not just any Mistress - Marionette at allpoetry
Like the strings on a marionette, That move when pulled by the puppeteer. - Bitterness at allpoetry
Love, What the hell is love? - At Last at allpoetry
She stoops to retrieve Her mail that lies on the floor and walks to Her desk. Putting Her bag down, She sits and while perusing Her mail thinks back to a few months ago. Back when She discovered She was a Domme. OK it was onl - Coloured by An Angel at allpoetry
A carelessly dropped paintbrush, / Lies deep between the green blades of grass. / It’s hairs covered in the colour of autumn, / Leaves in a tree, drips with its paint. / Laughter can be heard, angelic, - Her Will at allpoetry
Soft Her touch, harsh Her voice
Controlled anger Her tool - Tranquility at allpoetry
Trembling leaves on a willow seem to weep
Remembering times of birds at roost - Easter Egg at allpoetry
Lays You very softly down,
Bids that You cease to frown. - Serenity at allpoetry
Serendipitous silence surrounds
Entirely. Every elegant - Ghost Lightning at allpoetry
A myriad of images stalk around me
The flashes of souls long gone. - Fantasy at allpoetry
On soft satin sheets I lie, naked, with a wry smile,
Before me in a chair my slave, bound and gagged. - Tiers/Tears of Time at allpoetry
Under the three-tiered layer of time’s bitter tree I sit and ponder
Time’s first tier, the past, oh what a past it was. - Holding Still at allpoetry
Alone.
A hill somewhere in time, she stands - Poison, Tree of Tragedy at allpoetry
It stands on a hill, alone
The ground around its roots, barren - Our Hands of Time at allpoetry
In our lifetime, we at have many times,
Held a hand to guides us true. - Blood on a Rose. at allpoetry
It lies on the ground, discarded,
A deep red rose, perfect in every way. - Conscious Memory at allpoetry
Forgotten words that slide in and out of conscious memory,
Sad hues amidst the happy colours, - Her Dance at allpoetry
The girl kneels with her back to her Mistress, her lithe and supple body sways to the sound of the rhythmic beat of the drums. She body sho
