f-cynyr: let the wild rumpus begin

Taking My Pleasure

2011-10-20T06:53:00.000-04:00

taking my pleasure.
taking you, with knives,
and fingers that scrape and
twist nipples and squeeze tits
and teeth that bite and rend,

taking my pleasure from nipples that harden,
on breasts that heave and tremble and bruise
with the lust,

taking my pleasure from you,
from your wet shaved cunt,
from your eager mouth
then taking my pleasure from the back,
with your black hair wrapped in my fist,
taking you up the ass till you scream and squirt.

taking my pleasure, holding you tied,
wrists roped, ankles bound,
taking your mouth filled with cum
taking your cunt drooling with cum
taking your sore ass oozing with cum.

taking my pleasure,
whipping you, flogging you,
cropping you, caning you,
pulling your long black hair, taking your cunt,
as you drip clear liquid down your leg,

taking you till you become pleasure,
till you ooze
till your nipples ache,
till your cunt throbs and leaks
till the heat of your lust
burns my prick as it enters you
till you cum.

taking my pleasure,
taking my pleasure from you.
till you cry
till you whimper,
till you beg,
till you submit
till you surrender
to my pleasure.

Completion

2011-09-30T10:49:00.000-04:00

when you are in me,
your ridged being buried
to the tight curls of the base
of your root,
i near completion.

when your swollen cock
slams into my inflamed
drooling cunt,
and you yank my head
back by my hair,
and i whimper groan,
i near completion.

when you are between my
trembling legs,
and you pound again and again
into my aching desire,

until that blinding moment
you arch and spasm,
and i feel your worm milky spurts
splash into me,
that is the moment
of my completion

Cuts

2011-09-21T07:10:00.003-04:00

cruel claws of my mouth hold you
between stone and lips.
i become hard as ore in the dark earth,
as i trace you with steel. your flesh parts
and blooms a red passageway
the stain of your surrender billows like smoke.

the cold blade pushes into you and
you open, a slow gash, tasting of salt and copper
and deep shadows, you pray and impale your self
on the unforgiving edge

a dark crimson tide splashes over me,
and the suffering of your
summer skin swallows the hurt of winter iron,
bleeding, silent rivulets tracing history along your spine.
dark rivers flooding dark worlds down your
delicate wilderness.

stone and bone hold you shackled
as i sup the sacrament of your wounding
and in the ice air i drift
from the borders of your breath
falling from grace to grace as i cut into you

the pain floods your lost heart
and your flow pulls taught in the solitude
of biting and slashing, till your mouth finds
fire and the thorns of my kindness.

blinded you fall into molten stone
and drift with the lunar pull of heat and seeds,
a slender blade of iron holds you to your ebbing will,

in the searing pain that moistens your golden flesh
scalding tears sting the blue of your eyes, and
in your exquisite despair you ache into the sharp blade
blessing the wounding steel

laying wet and heated along the cruel edge
your tongue finds stone and razors,
the fiery gash lays claim to your flesh, as
you assent to the epiphany of cuts.

My Wild Mustang

2011-03-31T06:53:00.000-04:00

when you ran the sweet air
and soft meadow grass of the plains
you breathed the fiery winds,
and the endless passion of open fields.

alone in your wilderness
your quivered for the freedom
of endless furlongs,
but deep in your mustang heart
you wished for a bridle of leather,
longed to be rode savagely,
to run the golden plains of your secret dreams
and made to bend to a higher will.

i found you on the open range,
wild, defiant, full of fire and power.
i ran you down, roped you,
bridled you, and saddled your wild heart.

and in your kicking defiance
i mounted you, bucking with rebellion
and with patient hand and iron will
i soothed your spirit, without dousing the fire,

and now you respond
to the black flaming hurt
of my silver spurs and stinging crop
that demands you stretch into a full gallop,

i savagely ride you till your frothing
and wet,
then used and spent,
i put you to pasture, my wild mustang
till i desire to ride you again.

Turned to Stone

2011-02-23T19:45:00.000-05:00

My vision made you kneel,
but the passion of my hands
circled your neck,
then roughly pushed you prone.

You twisted and bucked,
enough for me to ride the
tide of your body,
hard enough to have you crash against
the jagged rocks of me.

My coarse ropes enslaved
your ankles and wrists
the knots of my cruelty bit
into your body, as my rough love
chaffed away your old life.

You grew tender and became
lost in my gift of pain
as i turned to stone

The claws of my rage raked
the darkness of your flesh
till wounds leaked tears
and you fell to your knees.

You opened and drew me in,
your mouth devouring me,
turning me to stone.

the lashes of my crop
branded your flesh with bites, flayed
your skin from bone, and spirit.

The simple sight of you
captured in the darkness of my
iris, held in the dungeon of my being,
again turned me to stone.

The pungent curve of your hips,
and salt tang of your breasts,
enraptures as my beating passion
entered you, and your slick
coral lips began to flow.

Your body become a fountain,
you leaked and splashed
trying to pull from my grasp, but
I bound you with cruelty,
enthralled you with suffering,
till you cascaded into my hands,

and i turned to stone.

The Passage

2011-02-13T10:34:00.000-05:00

My eyes are not chains

to hold you in submission,

nor are they leather cuffs

to bind your wrists to me.

My hands are not a prison
to hold you captive,
nor are they shackles
to hobble you in your passage,

My arms are not whips
to flay the skin from your
back, nor are they canes
meant to tan your hide

My mouth is not a weapon
used to drew tears from
your collapsed self, nor
is it a knife to carve wounds
into your willing flesh

I am not what holds
you, nor am i the
centre that you seek
I am but the path ,
the journey that you
need to take.

But only through me
will you find your self,
your inner servitude.
I am but the means
of your bondage
the purveyor of exquisite agony

The bondage of my eyes
will free you to travel the path
of tears.

The prison of my hands
but awakens you to the
glory of your flesh and
the bliss of surrender.

The whips of my arms
are but the doorway
of pain that you need to
pass through to your
slavery and find the mastering
that you crave.

The knives of my lips
will peel the flesh from
your pretence,
will flay denial of your being
and expose your
sacred submission.

I am but the path you
take
I am but the journey
you will make
to that pearl of slavery
you have brutally hid for
so long.

I am not the leather, nor floggers,
nor chains, nor ropes
nor the other tools that
so many masters need

I am but the way, the
passage through which
you must pass to reach
your true nature.

In Your Desperation.

2010-10-09T16:54:00.000-04:00

In your desperation

in your tower of need

you spilled your servitude

into my controlling hands,

and in my grasp, in my bonds

you found the release your

hidden soul desired.

when your body ached,
then your spirit wept
you longed for the welts that my
stinging lust would bring,
you melted for me and
fall to your knees
in your despair.

My eyes held you and
cuffed your tender wrists.
you have lost your
body to me, but I handed
you your spirit
you bared your neck
to me and in my
hunger I collared and
consumed you.

Eyes cast down, hands
held out you are drawn to me
the fluttering beat of your
need surrendered to the
bars of my beating hands.

I hold you tight
wrapped you in my breath,
I hold you captive in
the cage of my desire.
you tug and pull struggling
for flight, and
my practiced hand beats you
beyond gravity,
into the high thin air.

You tremble and heave
and tumble into the
depth of the sky.

I hold you in my
hands , I hold your fragile
gift twisted around
my fingers. you tug
and pull thrashing
for release , so
the rope of my
body, the knots of
my need
hold you suspended
holds you enslaved.

when in the O ring of
your submission
when you needed my pain
when you needed my hurt
when the night empties you
and your life drains out
into the hollows of your loss

Your heart leaked away
your life bled out, and
there was only rubble and tears
only a shell of a life, that left
you empty and denied.

Then you submitted to my guiding crop
to the sting of my caressing hand
that led you from your personal abyss
to the glowing center of your toa.

Your release was purchased
your freedom bought with
your surrender,
you handed to me your will,
you presented to me your
body.

Your old life split into pieces
you were lost from your self.
you had to be stitched together
with my ropes, bound together
by my cuffs

You had never known the

freedom of flight, but

I gave you air and endless sky

with every crack of my whip.

You were lost, without hope,

but through my torment

in the heat of my breath,

you have found yourself

in the sting of my hurting

love, you gave voice to

your submission

The hunger in your blood,

the disease of your lust

brought you to me, and

your secret hunger keeps you

on your knees

You tenderly kiss the lash

and lick my beating hand

my discipline brought

you joy, my discipline

brought you release.

you desired escape from

the flesh, you desired

release from your

solitude of denial, so

In your desperation

in your tower of need

you spilled your servitude

into my controling hands.

and in my grasp, in my bonds

you found the release your

hidden soul desired.

Dark Angel

2009-07-21T20:07:00.002-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

DARK ANGEL

I
(Dark Angel)

I am your Dark Angel,
the one that has contorted
your hopes and twisted your
dreams, I am the one who
has ignited the flames and
burned them to ash
I have brought you the thorns
and delivered you to
your newfound passion
for the sweet sweet pain,

I have taken you from
the pallid light of your vanilla
life, I have carried you
into my consuming dark;
with my guiding hand you will
tumble into the flames of
my ardent licking fire

I will lift you in flight
and carry you
down into the rings
of your intimate inferno,
carry you to the ashen shores
of the River Acheron.

I am your Dark Angel,
and from your innocent,
pure flesh I will imprison
your soul, extract your
essence, the light of
your purity and in
the fires of my
need I will burn
your spirit as I violate
you with pain and agony.

You will be unable to hold back the
creeping darkness,
you will be the victim
of the terror of the unknown.

Your once silver dreams
of your shining life,
the once warm dappled sunlight
of your love,
my hands and lust will defile.
I will desecrate your white heart,
with passion and desire.
Your love has tumbled into
my night land and you have
fallen into the cage of my
imprisoning hands.

You have surrendered
to the pain of
my dark passions,
now I hold you in thrall
as I slowly blacken your
heart.

I have come to haunt
your dreams,
I have seeped into flesh,
and slowly tainted your heart
and have become an illness
in your blood.

Your struggle and
resistance melt when
burnt and blistered with
the blood flames of my
venomous lust. You have
succumbed to my darkness
and embraced my pain;
your body has discovered
its lust and you now find
submitting the only way.

From your shattered existence
from your broken life
you have bloomed into
the darkness and gloom,
Your future now is
opaque.

II

(submissive)

My tormented sleep
and my haunted life were
lost in the colorless world,
numb and monotone, a life flat
and dull.

But the darkness has ripped me
open,
split me apart, and now my eyes
have been cleansed by the flames
and purified by the pain.
The darkness has leaked in
and filled my failing heart.
I now savor the ache,
am aroused by the pain,

I hunger for you, my beast,
my Dark Angel,
my loins throb and grow weak and wet
at the thought of being
impaled on your horn.

My desire grows in the
dark, as my body
responds to the lash.
The need in my loins grows
to a fire that will ravage
me, and burn my spirit to ash;
a cremation of lust,
as I grovel and beg.

My lips drool for the darkness
throb and ache for you, my
Dark Angel.

You, Dark Angel, have shattered my
heart, ruined my
flesh, twisted my spirit
and now my innocence is a
memory, a moment of passing
history.

An alien sky opens and foreign
stars beam down on my
pale Irish flesh;
the green of my eyes,
the emerald of my sight,
shine with the flames,
and my desperate soul
falls into the prison
of my Dark Angel’s hands.

I have fallen into the inferno
of pain,
I have fallen into the rings of
my servitude,
and with clamps and rods
leather and chains
with cuffs and rope,
with needles and wax,
with paddles and lash,
with floggers and whips,
with pain and torment,
I will surrender to the fate
of my Dark Angel’s hands.

My Dark Angel will stain
my soul,
rip it from my flesh, and
each bruise,
each mark
each wound
will bring me to my knees;
each thud and sting of his flogger
will open my aching lips,
will feed my overpowering
throb of lust;
each hurt and wound
will drive me to my knees,
drive me to worship
his swollen phallus.

He will lead me
on my journey through the
forbidden night land.

He will guide me through the blazing coals
of doom, help me
brave the flames of despair,
as I travel the plains of bitter ash,
and travel with him willingly as
he takes me thorough the burning
rings of my inferno.

III

(Dark Angel)

I am your Dark Angel
come to deliver you,
come to take you on your
journey.
I am your Master who will
guide you through the wilderness,
guide you through the
night land of your heart.

I will take you to the
roots of your desire,
through the wasteland
of the dark, through the
desert of ash in the stifling
heat of the infernos’ rings
of fire.

Your old life will
be burnt away, your
old skin will blister and split
and in the circle of
my power you will slip out
of your old flesh and shake
off the flakes of your vanilla
life, and embrace the
forbidden flames,
embrace the forbidden lust
that has driven you to me.

I have brought your dark lovely
dreams in your sweating need,
dreams of pain and servitude,
dreams of chains and tears,
of bondage and leather,
tormenting dreams of slavery and longing,
of flesh and pleasure,
these I have brought to you
in your servitude to me.

I will transport you through
the black flames of the inferno,
I will guide you through the
ashen desert of bitterness
and the sea of despair.

Under an alien sky, I will
lead you to lie down on
the shores of the River Acheron, and
lead you to drink of grief and regrets,
and eat the golden fruits
of sorrow and dismay.

But the coals and flames
of my raging inferno
will burn away your past,
turn your abandoned life
to cinders,
and under my hand
you will pass through the
purifying flames, and emerge
whole and renewed.

IV

(submissive)

My ruined eyes
gaze upon the
blackened shrine,
the bloodstained shrine.

My knees are raw,
my lips are sore from
kneeling in homage kneeling
to worship your fiery phallus.
It blisters my lips and fills
me with the manna of the gods,
my whole heart yearns,
my body aches.
I need your pain to hold me,
I need your sting to fondle me,
I need my back ravaged and used;
I need you to leave my body limp and spent.

My mouth hungers for
you, my Dark Angel,
my Malicious Angel.
I hunger for the blackened flame,
the singe and blister of the starving fire;
I hunger for your delirious taste,
I hunger for the torment of your embrace.

The fire longs for the taste of
my flesh, as my flesh longs
for the taste of the fire.
my Dark Angel I hunger for
your quenching flames
to complete me with your
loving ache and sting.

V

(Dark Angel)

The rage of flames,
the anger of fire,
bites and claws at your
emerging submission,
and in the clean light of
the flickering fire, you
will surrender to your loving
Dark Angel. The wings
that you had have been ravaged
and the wan light of your
emerald eyes torn away.

The darkness will break
your white Irish body,
it will destroy your frail
flesh; your old body
and life will flake away,
as I transport you through
the rings of your private
inferno.

Through the lust and the surrender,
the pain and desire,
through the restraints and the passion,
the denial and the obedience,
through the beatings and the ecstasy
the submission and the slavery
through the discipline and the joy,
I will guide you to the sweet
exquisite pain of your submission.

I will take you to the deepest reaches
of your darkest self
and I will tether your soul
with cruelty and discipline.
I will pull you into the darkness
into the sweet perfume of the
forbidden and give you the
succulent taste of the forbidden fruits
of the inferno.

I will burn the shine from
your eyes, and savage your
angelic wings.
That part of your life will
die at the touch of
my hand, when you pass through
the flames and smoke-filled air,
and you will
endure the pain and you will
re-emerge from the dark fires,
changed, forever altered,
never to return to your pale
life again.

VI

(submissive)

My Dark Lord, my Dark Angel
deliver me from the bitterness
of my world, from the
sting of my days;
I love only you, the bringer
of the nectar of agony,
and the grapes of pain.

Fill me with your darkness,
fill me with your pain,
your disciplining crop,
your dominating hands,
cast me from my world
and take me on a voyage
in a foreign land under an alien sky.

Your touching hand,
your gift of pain and hurt,
releases me from my prison
of grey, frees me from
a tasteless world,
breaks my shackles of boredom
and unlocks the fetters of monotony.

In your loving rage, pierce
thorough my grey shell;
awaken my soul with your
gift of pain;
awaken me with your torture,
enlighten me with your cruelty,
help me bloom
and I will cleave to thee
and worship thy stinging hand
and pray at the altar of
thy phallus.

With your leather and canes,
your claws and shackles,
I will serve as you imprison
my flesh
and free my soul to fly

My Dark Angle, I long for you,
this breathless night,
I wait for you to arrive,
to transport me from my doldrums,
from my wasted life, to carry me
through the wilderness
into the flames.

You have savaged my
wings of white with ropes
of rage and lust,
bound my limbs,
shackled my soul.

VII

(Dark Angel)

I will lead you through the
flames; I will conduct you
to the rings of fire, where
we will wallow in the heat,
dance with the embers,
till we reach the purified
core, till we embrace the
ecstasy that the agony can be.

VIII

(submissive)

Dark Angel, lift me from this
life of ash and cinders,
lift me through the bitter air
and carry me to the center
through the veil and
through the walls,
through the contorted path
and denied history,
beyond the despair and
self loathing,
past the scars of choices
chosen and not chosen,
past denial and doubt,
through the aching longing
that has thrived in the deepest
recesses of my heart.

Dark Angel, with your mastery
deliver me from this bleak despair,
through the tasteless world of
ash and hopelessness.

Awaken me with fire and flame,
awaken me with pain and cruelty,
with hurt and ache,
awaken me with burn and sting,
with thrashings and whips,
awaken me with flailing and flogger,
with strap and cane,
awaken me with birch and switch.
Awaken me.

Awaken me to the vivid world,
the world of intensity, of the fierce
sharp feeling, of the forever world
beyond pain.

Beat me from this waste
of time,
this false world I wander;
set me afire, ignite every
nerve, shock me with your
bolt of power.

Awaken this flesh that has
grown weary and numb
of this false life I drag myself
through this life of ash,
this shallowness ,
that is a denial of what I am
and what I long for,
of what I must be.

Dark Angel, deliver me
from this despair,
I must traverse the flames,
descend through the rings
till beyond fire and terror,
beyond despair and grief,
where pleasure is pain
and pain is pleasure;
where the fire will
burn away the old life,
where the flames will
wash away the timidity,
the self doubt, the sorrow of denial
and the grief of repression.

My rebirth lies with you,
my rebirth lies in the inferno;
the rings of fire will
bathe me in darkness
bathe me in pain and I will
be reborn into leather and
chains.

I will be swallowed by the darkness,
tumbling into the infinite
pit, my body purified
by the inferno

My Dark Angel,
deliver me to my new Eden
my new promised land;
I beg you on bended knee.

The Domination of Black

2009-06-20T10:17:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

I have fallen, tumbled to
the domination of black, coming
face to face with the beast within.
I had to confront my desire
understand its shape,
give it its name

I pondered the motives,
I wondered about the right,
wrung my hands in anxiety
was paralyzed by doubt.

It has left me without the roses,
has left only the thorns,
the confusion of light and
dark, the eternal struggle
left me drained and
gasping in despair,

I didn’t ask for this,
I never chose,
but the domination of black
has me in its throes

I fell into the dark
wrapped the long tendrils
of night around the
shoulders of my aching
need.

The darkness ate into me
leaving the blackest cavity,
and now when my
hands reach to caress
it’s with a touch that stings.

This discord bent the
world, sunk the sun,
so I walked in shadows
thrown by the dark.

I steadied my hand
rejected my need
and found in denial
a desert of woe,
in my denial I
fell into a world of
dust and ash.

I didn’t ask for this,
I never chose, but
the domination of Black
has me in its throes

I turned my back on
Charon, I refused to
get in his ship to
cross the River Acheron.

I feared the unholy voices
that rose from the other side,
that in lamentations
beckoned and pleaded

But the terror closed my ears,
I was lost in the dark,
stumbling blind through the
inside.

The panic in my chest
thrashing behind my eyes
I tried to reject the dark
I desperately tried to
regain the light.
but in my despair I stumbled
in the wilderness,
and fell upon the river shore.

I struggled within,
I tore myself apart,
trying to understand
trying to come to grips,
I was a reluctant passenger
on a voyage I did not start.

I trembled at first
turned from the urge
but now the domination
of black has brought me
to where I belong.

The darkness seeped into my
eyes, the night ran through my
veins, the grip of darkness
brought me to my knees.

I turned from the light
and leapt into the river,
and swam to the other side

The light is waning, the
darkness has swallowed me
and I have been consumed,
I didn’t ask for this,
I never chose, but
the domination of Black
has me in its throes.

The Liquid of My Hands

2009-06-10T19:55:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Lost between the gasp
and the curve of your
heave, I found myself
in the whisper of hips,
you unfold in the moment
of broken light and unravel
the secret sound
of I in you.

The hunger of your body
devours my moments.
In the heavy stagnant
air you rise from my bed
of thorns, bleeding,
red rivulets drizzling
there course along the
tenderest part of
your body.

you hold your
submission close
so I can sip from those
delicate streams of red.
I drink my fill till my need
is heavy and bloated .

I become tangled in
the moment, trip
and tumble into the
thick steaming taste
Of you.

I hold you down with
the hunger of my eyes.
you collapse, enthralled
watching my engorged desire
sway as I move and bind
your wrists and ankles,
with the softest of touches.

I blind you, steal your sight
so that only what I allow
reaches through the murk
and captures your body.

You lapse into the darkness
then into the pain,
as I torture your solitude,
you arch and thrust
half in escape, half in
longing,

Your body reddens
you grow into a stillness
beyond yourself beyond
the agony I deliver.

The deluge comes, a quick
cascade of blazing sensation,
a release beyond surrender
and then just the
throbbing twitching calm,

And you lay tender,
bound, and blind,
drifting in your blue blue
Sea, in the liquid of my
hands..

Touching Your Hips

2009-06-07T12:54:00.001-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

I know touching your
hips, that in ages hence,
someone beyond me will
reside in the summer green
of your eyes.

And they will, like me now,
be touching your hips with
wishes on their breath and
allure in their mouth.

And like me, they will drift
in the folds of your body and
ride the puffing billows
of your warmth.

And I will ache, when ages hence,
my hands will be empty
of the heat and form that
my palms and fingers now
decode and solve.

And ages hence, the cavity of
your absence will throb in my
collapsing chest and I will be lost
in the vastness of my future without
the buoyancy of your breath and
the promise of your hips.

The Sound of Your Body

2009-05-28T06:27:00.001-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

your smooth curves
that flow between
glances fill the air
as my hands unfurl
the sound of your body.
your sea opens and surges
as my fingers drink in
the silver of your eyes.

the savannas of your voice
heave and roll, then
flow me from colour to sound
as the muffled fathoms of
my hands hold the multitude of you
in soft enfolding palms, as your
breasts and eyes calm
the earth to liquid.

the frailty of your sighs
drift me from texture back
to sound as the vision of my
touch swims the gold
of your desire.

your cresting waves
lift me from sound to motion
as the grace of your hips
undulates your body from texture
to vision, and fills the air with spice,
as my drifting arms encircle
the aqua tide of your lips.

the taste of each breath
draws me to your depth,
then you gasp me in
and stroke me from scent
to substance, as my body climbs
the light of your surrounding sea.

The Touch of Your Look

2009-05-19T06:56:00.002-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

When I stood within arm’s
reach and you, your eyes
soft and whispering to my
lips, your hands gently touched
me, singing their joy and flutter
as they travel my length and warmth.

When I moved vanishing
that small infinite distance
between you and my trembling
need, I have to capture and bind my
breath that threatens to surround
and swallow you in a moment
of mouths and arms.

When I stood in the binding
of your sight, the touch of your look
swallowed my timid desire . Your arms
imprisoned the trepidation of my lips,
and the hymn of your pressing fingers
folded me forever into you.

The Tast of You

2009-05-12T07:24:00.001-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Devouring the fruits of you with
the mouth of my eyes, you cascade
your silver onto the trembling tongue
of my hands as my lips carve
the language of your body.

The rhythm and chords of
your need spills their ropes
of braided light along my arms,
as I reach through the air into
the waves of your desire.

Calling across the vastness
of the moment, the salt
of your breasts spice
the hunger of my eyes.

I hold you in my circle
of tongue and fingers, until
the final cresting of your release
and your silver cascades onto
the parched ache of my solitude

Homage

2009-05-07T21:21:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

My hands and mouth
hunger their path along
the pilgrimage and lines of
your atoning body, as you
open to my enthralled homage.

Your flesh gasps as my
praying fingers enter
the angeling of your needs,
holding them enraptured
for moments on end.

i capture the consecrated
cravings and host of
your passions as you
hold your moist sacrament
to the Eucharist of my desire.

Devouring You

2009-05-05T07:12:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

My eyes cascade down
the flow of your neck
then clasp and suckle
the still pools of your breasts,
then stream down the smooth
curve of your back,
to the shoreline of
your hips.

I gasp and draw you in,
embracing the dusty vanilla
of your yielding body.
I gulp in the dark cinnamon
of your soothing legs
that rock against the clasping
intake of my breath, each heaving
gulp fondling the whiffs of
allspice and cloves
of your earthy thighs,

Your taste gushes into me
while the breeze of your eyes
disperse their vapors,
and I linger on the stormy tang of
your erect nipples.
The sweet mist of your
hips and thighs dissolve against
my tongue’s embrace,
as the sharp billowing salt of your
desire fills me as I move to the smoky
tart crease of your pungent desire.

My mouth and eyes and breath
feast on the dusty cinnamon and liquid
vanilla of your curves and crevasses,
and devour the turbulence of
the heated blast of lips and thighs.
You twitch and melt,
as I swallow and gasp you in.
You dissolve and disperse
into my eyes and breath and mouth
as I fill my senses with your
vision and scent and taste.

Breathe

2009-04-28T17:12:00.002-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

ouch, ooow
ouch, yes sir,
again please sir.

thud, flinch,
breathe,
breathe in,
breathe out,

empty yourself,
breathe,
empty yourself,
breathe, inhale, hold
Exhale,

thud, smack,
flinch
breathe
between strokes
breathe
between the pain

ouch ooow,
gasp,
find the rhythm
breathe,
inhale, hold
exhale,
breathe

focus ,find the
that place,
that special place
float out
drift,
between gasps,
between breathes.

ouch, ooow
ouch, yes sir,
again please sir.

linger in the haze,
focus,
between waves
breathe in hold
focus,
breathe out

thud, sting,
gasp,
inhale,
breathe in the pain
white explosion,
breathe out the clutter

red burning,
breathe in the pain,
breathe out the tedium
breathe in the calm
breathe out
the barbs of the day

thud, smack, burn
focus on the pain
breathe in
focus on the pain
breathe out,
breathe

welts bloom,
bouquets of thorns
drift,
between strokes
let the quiet bloom,
breathe in
embrace the silences,
embrace the Peace,
breathe out
let the quiet bloom
between thuds
between the waves,
breathe,
breathe

ouch awoo
ride the tide of pain,
drift in the the tide
breathe
breathe in
breathe out

embrace the waves,
drift into the ache
breathe
find the calm
breathe
beyond the storm,
beyond the pain.

ouch, ooow,
ouch, yes sir,
again please sir.

ouch oooow , aaaawwww
breath in,
drift away
tumble into the sea,
breathe out
beyond only
the vast soothing sea

ou ch aaaaw
breathe
embrace the waves
drift away,
breathe
away into the sea,
the soothing sea.
breathe
breathe.

The Exquisite Pain Of Submission

2009-04-21T11:35:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

The exquisite pain
of submission,
carries your body
to Paradise,
as you tumble into
your agonized Eden.

You longed for the
suffering that would
release your mind,
you embraced the hurt
that frees you from the
shackles of your flesh.

You tremble and
quiver with each
firm smack, you sigh
with each lick of the
crop.

Your nether lips moisten
and swell with the sharp
slaps to your ass.
Nipples stiffen and harden
from the fiery bite of clamps
that brings tears to your eyes.

Blindfolded and bound,
you fall through subspace,
into the Nirvana of bondage.

You surrendered your
flesh, you gave away
your body, for the release
of the sacred sting.

You have fallen
for the loving hurt.
You surrendered to
my bonds, to the tender
kiss of my private torture.

Your eyes know the
intimacy of pain,
your heart knows the
romance of cuffs and chains.

The exquisite pain of
Submission enraptures you,
unshackles your soul,
as your body embraces
The bouquets of pain.

The pain and hurt
lifts you from the
monotony of your life,
frees you to soar
In the Nirvana sky.

You have embraced the
freedom of servitude
and found the exquisite
pain of submission
as you kneel before your
Master.

The Darkness of Your Heart

2009-04-09T17:01:00.010-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

( a pro-log to the river acheron)

The darkness of your heart
has eclipsed your life,
it has twisted your dreams.
All the old yearning of
your once pale life
has been swept away,
burnt to ash by your
new love of pain,
by your newfound passion
for the sweet sweet pain

You tried to stem the
the creeping darkness,
holding it shackled, locked
away in the dungeon of your
heart; you tried to deny
your dark passion, you tried
to renounce your secret love.

You try to turn from the darkness
to travel back to the light,
but the darkness of your heart
haunts your dreams,
the darkness dominates your will.
It has turned your soul to pain,
so you weep and wail.

Confused about the root of
your desire, trembling
about the direction of
your lust. You weep for your
lost life and fear where
the darkness is dragging you.

The sweet perfume of the forbidden
fills you with lust, and your twisted
dreams of tortured bodies
carries you out of your quiet life
to the dirty secret that you cherish

The darkness of your heart has taken
you, you have been led astray
you have been consumed, swallowed
by the night, you have lost any
hope of day.

You now are possessed, only
whips and chains can bring you
joy, only cuffs and bondage can
lift you from your despair.

The quiet of your life has been
tortured, you will never be the same,
the darkness of your heart
has taken your life,
your darkened dreams have
stolen your joy.

The darkness has dimmed your
vision, turned your world
from day to night.
The darkness has upset your
pleasures, has turned your joy
to pain, and your pain to joy

The darkness has broken you,
you have to abandon that
pale shattered life,
leave the ones you once loved
because now you are doomed to
wander in the night land,
doomed to inhabit the dark.

You grieve the passing of your
once placid life,
now you turn to the thorns,
now you embrace the aches and
pains that promise to quench your thirst.

You have shed your skin,
abandoned the pale life you
once lived.
Now you search for your
Promised Land.
Now you want to eat the grapes
of pain, and become drunk on the nectar
of torment.

The darkness of your heart
has led you astray,
you have abandoned your past
and ventured into the unknown.
You have traversed the flames
and entered the forbidden land.

Now you wander the nightland
in the uncharted darkness,
traveling the path of pain,
suffering for your desire.
You have embraced the
darkness of your heart.

You have had a taste of thorns
and savored the ache,
now you have the hunger
that will take a lifetime
to satiate.
You have fallen into
the darkness of your heart,
you have been consumed,
your old life burnt away
your old skin shed

Now you wander the nightland,
you wander the desolate
shores of the river Acheron,
searching to fulfill your desire
of the darkness of your heart.

Cupits Lash

2009-04-02T18:18:00.011-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

the sting of Cupids lash
has bound your hart
shackled your spirit,
and compels you to kneel
under its spell.

Cupids lash, its sting of
love, has opened new worlds
dark and dangerous, new
boundaries to flutter across
in the wincing of loves
bruising affection.

Cupid your new disciplining
Master binds your heart
with stinging string and holds
your panting breath
in the irons of slavery.

Cupids tongue
a burning caress as
you tumble to the heights
and depths of your darkened
desire. heart and soul,
pierced and bleeding in
Cupids rough cut of
affection, as you take the
needles and lashes of
your darling tormentor.

a dark hurting beast with
claws and clamps fangs and
floggers, and you open
your thighs for your sadistic
Cherub, and his stinging straps.

your winged love is dark and twisted,
strikes with the hurts of love,
draws your tears, and brings you
the communion of ache and agony,
for falling under his tortuous spell.

Cupid cuts the wounds of love,
lacerates your heart, as you tumble
under his lash,
each loving stroke enslaves your body
each woe, each tear, releases your spirit.

on your knees, you have fallen
to the will of Cupids power,
on your trembling knees,
your blackened lips open to
receive the darling Cherubs burning dart.

Cupids lash has captured your heart.
under the power of the sting
of that sweet Cherubs love,
under the power of his
will, you have submitted
and surrendered. Surrendered to
the cruelty of Cupids lash.

THE RIVER ACHERON.

2009-03-11T19:21:00.006-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

You crossed the river Acheron
you paid with coins of pain
and tears, you surrendered
your flesh, sold your soul
for the voyage to the Promised Land.

Across the river Acheron, into the deep
unknown, you traveled to the furthest shore
you fell into torment you writhed in pain,
the exquisite agony of submission
enraptured you and you found your
Paradise in an Eden of pain.

And Charon the ferryman has brought you
to the darkness across the shadowy water
he has brought you through the starless night,
he has brought you to the wilderness of your soul.
His steady hand has led you to
this Promised Land.

And you embrace the fallen angels
you caress the great beast’s horn
this may appear to be Paradise
but lust has moistened your loins,
you have discovered the eroticism of
pain, you embrace the pleasurable
hurt. In your twisted passion you
have found that this Inferno is
your Promised Land.

You are amongst the fallen ones
who have tumbled to the depth
you have lost your innocence.
Now the pain has become pleasure
and the hurt has become tenderness.
Your spirit is in tatters, it has been
flailed to bloody shreds,
this is the Paradise of your soul
The Eden of your desire.

Your eyes now glow with want
your mouth waters and begs for more
you wrap the cloak of torment
around you, you fondle its every suffering.
You rub your aching loins against
the agony, until the torment is
tender and the agony is bliss.

You have crossed into the Inferno
into the forbidden land.
its burning woe courses in your veins
and its bottomless pools
of ache have swallowed your sight.
Your body surrenders to the pleasure of fire,
as its wet flames swallow your soul.

The gates of mystery have opened
your loins, Charon is now your Master
and you drop to your knees
in worship, then fall upon his phallus.
Cries and wails fill the air, your unholy
Voice singing the praise of the
sweet sweet taste of his exquisite pain.

You stand bound to St. Andrew’s cross,
loving the sacred lash, embracing
the epiphany of pain. Your cries and
wails fill the air with the rapture
of the consuming hurt.
The purity of the lashing takes you to the bliss
of the shores of the River Acheron

O you depraved soul, drinking
the ecstasy of torment, and swallowing
the grapes of pain, and through
your agony, you have redeemed
the Inferno and found a
new Promised Land.

In the darkness you wail,
your limitations fill the air.
Your agonized soul is
released from its cage of flesh
to flutter staggering into
the orgasm of bliss.

O Master O Master you pray, as your
mouth perofrms homage to the phallus,
And in your submission you
swallow the Sacrament, drinking
down the sweet white nectar.

Your soul meanders in bliss and grace,
your body finally mastered,
you drift in the thick black air, till
your body convulses and your dripping
loins find their release

In a moment you are spent
your lips quiver and twitch,
your ecstasy is the exquisite pain
that has taken you to the Inferno
and a Master’s hand has carried you
across the River Acheron,

And there on the shores
you have found your Eden
a land of pain and torment that
is your Promised Land.

I Gasp and Drew You In

2008-11-06T17:30:00.006-05:00

My eyes cascade down
the flow of your neck
then clasps and suckles
the still pools of your breasts,
then streams down the smooth
Curve of your back,
To the shore line of
your hips

I gasp and drew you in,
embracing the dusty Vanilla
of your yielding body. I gulp
the dark cinnamon Of your
soothing legs That rock against
the clasping intake of my breath,
while fondling the whiffs of
Allspice and cloves
Of your earthy thighs,

your taste gushes into me
while the breeze of your eyes
disperses their vapors.
I linger on the stormy tang of
Your erect nipples.
The sweet mist of your
Hips and thighs dissolve agents
my tongues embrace and the sharp
billowing salt of your desire Fills
me as I move to the smoky
tart crease of your pungent Desire.

my mouth and eyes and breath
Feast on the dusty cinnamon and liquid vanilla
Of your curves and crevasses,
and devour the turbulence of
the heated blast of lips and thighs.

You twitch and melt,
As I swallow and gasp you in.
You dissolve and disperse
into my eyes and breath and mouth
as I fill my senses with your
Vision, and scent, and taste.

You Fell Into Me

2008-07-24T17:03:00.005-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

You fell into me
all hands and lips.
In an instant your mouth
memorizes my body
and I am consumed in
the pores of your flesh.

The tender pads of my
fingers travel the lines
and angles of your
torso and trace your
history from
collarbone to nipple

I stumble into the rapid
slide down your anointed
skin, to the folds of your
sharp pelvis.

I tumble onto you, hands
and eyes pulling
and pressing parts
of you to parts of me.

You fall into me to
be consumed by
breath and arms and
my parched gulping mouth.

In a moment of hands
and lips you are devoured
till only a fragrant wisp of
vanilla lingers
on my palms and neck
and in the pores of my
starving flesh.

OUROBOROS.

2008-06-14T12:32:00.004-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

you danced the world
green when you held me
in the eternal circle of
your mouth. My hands
lingered between the hesitation
of your breath, and the blooming

of your eyes, then I tumbled
into the barren darkness.
The world was danced black
and gray, and in my ache
I hunger to be what your
endless eyes will see.

I craved and throbbed
for the quiet devouring
of your mouth, for the eternal
pause between your lips.
But I only found the cavity
of absence, as I fell into the
ligature of solitude.

still I suffer for redemption,
for you to circle me with your
encompassing mouth, until
the emptiness erupts to
dance again the world
blooming in the eternal
circle of your mouth

The Gift.

2008-03-20T19:28:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

I was incomplete,
I drifted and wallowed
in the empty
encounters in bleak
collisions of the thud
and smack of floggers and
paddles.
I was lost in the
hollow domination of
empty submissions, of fleeting
slaves and other impostors of
leather.

There was only boredom,
a listless time as my
eyes and hands and whips
sought more than
bare, blank backs,
of bare, blank faces.

There was despair in
my encounters,
nothing but fools and fakes
and weekend bottoms,
seeking only my
cuffs and ropes, and knots,
desiring only my flogging, and
spanking and binding.

My arm grew heavy,
my ropes grew slack,
I questioned the worth
of my mastery,
I questioned the value
of my dominance.

I was empty of the gift
that completes,
I was empty of the offering
that was beyond the asking.
I was lacking that true submissive
that would render all of her own accord.

But you, in your submission,
bowed and surrendered.
You, in your submission,
knelt and crawled
and gave to me your
very essence.

You came to me
kneeling not from
training
or punishment
or ancient house rules.

You came to me
freely bound,
bound and tied,
not by my will
or disciplining hand,
not by signed contract
or negotiation
or ritual,
not by discipline
nor the cruel strikes
of brutal training.

You came to me,
not reduced by pain
nor diminished by humiliation
nor cowered by sadism.

You came to me
and knelt and bowed
freely, willingly, lovingly.
You came to me
and rendered unto me
the gift beyond asking,
the treasure beyond taking.

You gave to me
the golden core of your
being that fulfills you in
the giving and
completes me in the accepting.

Violate Me

2008-03-18T17:01:00.003-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Violate my body,
shatter my solitude,
as you break into me.
Lash the longing
of my body,
knot each passion
and tie each dark
unspoken wish.
Give voice to my
shadowed yearnings,
that lurk, dripping
to be released.
Fondle my dreams,
roll them in your mouth
till they dissolve.

Invade me,
steal my will,
cuff my wrists,
chain my ankles,
bind me with your
hypnotic rope and
unfetter me to
float into space.
Bind me to your bed,
roped to your will,
struggling just strong
enough to be held tight.

Play with my desire,
handle my thirst,
fill me with your
rigid dominance and then
flog and whip my
intimate vanity.
Fill me up and
spill over me your white
liquid gift,
then bruise my heart.
Use your rope and
ensnare my body,
tie my hands and feet,
fasten me to your hunger,
truss me to your raging need,
ligature my heart, then
stretch me across your appetite.

Draw welts across
my back,
whisper to my skin,
the pleasure of the pain.
Give voice to the
ache that twists
me to flame,
let the falls of the
flogger kiss away
my pretence.

Invade my body,
peel me down to
my throbbing submissive
center, then take away the
shedding skin.
Finally, enslave me to
set me free.

Discipline and Pleasure

2008-03-17T16:51:00.004-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

You slithered, trembling and panting
onto my lap.
Naked and enthralled
filled with
trepidation and throbbing
electric expectation.

Your ass pure vanilla white,
bare, clenched in anticipation.
Passion and a deep soulful longing
had driven you to me,
but lust had made you crawl,
and a longing for the hand of
discipline made you stay.

Now across my knees,
you wished for release,
You wished for punishment;
To me you had surrendered.
Crawled to my feet,
and begged for my collar;

Structure and commands;
a leash and a crop to keep you safe.
Punishment was what you craved,
a spanking was what you require.

Smack after smack;
moving from sting to arousal.
After the foreplay
and before the welts
each cheek began to glow,
to radiate the lust that you
squirmed to release.

Your body twitched and trashed;
rubbing and jerking,
trying to ease the itch
beyond the scratch.

Smack after smack
harder and harder,
louder, thudding and cracking.
Each cheek glowing, radiating;
Every so often between strikes
checking the heat, and the wet;
Starting to ooze with each blow.
Dribbling by the end,
squirming in anticipation.

You longed to transcend,
you desired it all,
but I knew the borders,
I knew the edge.
I knew to draw you back.
To make you wait.
To make you beg.

Flushed and peaked
eyes half shut with the hunger
I flipped you from knee to bed.
In an instant and a gasp I was in you.

Then a slither down your twitching body
tonguing you to thrashing explosion,
I had forever linked
Discipline with pleasure.

Blowjob

2008-03-15T17:26:00.007-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

my hands tremble your body
you stand before me,
open and moist, nipples puckered
and engorged with lust and anticipation
craving the sharp short electric charge
that rolls you to gasp
and tremor

longing for more,
mouth agape, lips slick and swollen
they glisten with fervor and wanting.

In your flowing delirium,
You drop to your knees,
Penance of your lust and devotion
Eyes glazed, face as pure as light,
You take the flesh jewel in pious clasp hands
Longing and praying for my
Pure white eruption.

Hoping to capture ecstasy
In your mouth, and
swallow the sacrament.

You meld and become one with the flesh,
Surrendered to the driving rhythm
Of urgency;
Your lips, slick and eager, tighten,
Your serpentine tounge curls and
Thrashes in excitation, mumbling a prayer

As urgency crests to the final blinding release,
I topple, entwined with you,
Spent and released;
With my discharge
your fulfillment
Is complete.

The Dance In The Garden

2008-03-07T11:44:00.007-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

In the musk of the garden,
the fire throbbed,
you held me in your grip,
your hand pulled and led me
trembling,
and you twirled me.
I longed for you
in that smooth swaying night,
and you danced me to the other side.

The fire flared and rustled,
you swirled and undulated,
binding every part of me
with your succulent web of flesh
in the snug enfolded night.

In the aromatic garden,
the fire popped and cracked,
you held your lips open
and I placed mine on
your swollen throbbing crease;
slowly I entered and
you held me
in the moist mouth of the night,
and danced me to the other side.

Secret and soft,
you made me thirst for you.
I sat and drank you in,
lapped you, swallowed you,
in the fluid dark of the garden,
in the liquid ripples of the night.

In the perfumed garden,
the fire smoldered,
glowing and dimming.
Your white sea foam arms
enveloped me,
you cascaded your red hair
and allowed me to reach
and clasp and clasp again,
the curving swell and
heave of your breasts,
in the dark suckling night.

The fire flared and reared,
as you swayed in the heat.
You trapped me in you,
snared by lust and by
eyes of spring
and I, finding release
filling you as I emptied myself,
and we waltzed close and warm
in the satiating glow of the night.

In the failing aroma of the garden,
the fire dimmed, cinders glowed,
the slow moving air transformed you
and tightly swaddled us.
You held me
till the failing coals
crumpled to ash
and the breaking light
streaked the pallid sky
and you carried me
as your dance
danced us to the other side.

Your Wet Flames

2008-02-10T12:05:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

My fingers tangle in
the raging embers
of your lust,
the wet heat of your lips
travels the ridged length
of me as I push into You.

The harder my fingers
tear at your blaze
the deeper you drew
me in. Your liquid flames
surround, consume,
gently pull and squeeze
and in there urgency
devour all of me.

Your surrounding lips
heat me to combustion
and I pull and push harder
at your flames, and the
cauldron of your need
rages to the root of
my length.

In your inferno
you drew all of me out,
and pull and grasp till I’m
empty, and your swollen
lips glistening, swallow
the completion of me,
lapping my white release
until I have satiated
your wet flames.

You Remained My Submissive.

2008-01-04T12:18:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

Between the leather
and the stilettos,
the agony and the
waiting, through the longing
and the questing,
you remained my submissive.

Between the pain and the cane,
through the tears and the
training, bowed and on your knees,
you remained my submissive.

Between the shackles and the cuffs,
through the dungeons and the
darkness, your wanting eyes
pleading for more,
you remained my submissive.

Between your breasts and
your collar, through the spanking
and the floggings,
you whispered your obedience,
and remained my submissive

Between the nipple clamps
and the piercing, from the
swelling welts and the purpling bruises,
you crawled and begged,
and remained my submissive.

From the bites and the hair pulling
from the scratches to the cuts,
unwavering you followed,
and remained my submissive,

After the humiliation, after the facials,
after the whipping and the slapping,
you still opened to me,
and remained my submissive

After the binding and the caging,
after the oral and anal
you still clung to me
and remained my submissive.

After all the training,
after all the pain,
after all the beatings
after all the scenes
after it all, you allowed me
to be your dominant, and you
remained my submissive.

Your Uncommon Hunger

2007-12-23T11:27:00.000-05:00

From the emptiness that you
Were, from the darkness
Of your desire,
From your secret yearning
Your body craved the pain.
In your deepest lust
In the depth of your passion
In the blindness of your need
Your body cried for the pain.

You stumbled through the
Light, staggered from day to day,
You tripped from bright into
The shadows of your yearning.
The ache in your spirit
The throb in your loins
Led you to hide from yourself
Led you into futile denial

The pounding behind your eyes
The wishes that you strangled,
The release that you denied,
You hid from your body,
You ran from your need.

Now it all comes so clear,
Now it all falls into place

The tenderness of your captivity
The longing bruises purpling
your back
The liberation of your submission
The affection of the flogger,
The loving irritation of the
Stinging cane

Your body and you hungered
For the warm bite of rope,
Your body and you collapse
Into your need
Torn and broken
You dance the sky
In your eyes
You offer your wrists
Frail and tender
You offer your wrists
To be cuffed and tied.

You are pulled into the hurt,
You are swallowed by the bliss
You fill yourself with the
Loving punishment,
And open your hidden need
To the pain of your passion.
You are whole now,
As you wrap yourself in
The darkness of your need
As you wrap yourself in the pain
Of your uncommon hunger.

Under My Spanking Hand

2007-12-09T10:23:00.000-05:00

You squirm in the warmth
Of the reddening sting.
You twitch and tremble
Under my spanking hand,
While I, with practiced hands,
Hold you down,
Hold you steady.

The swoop and smack
Come swift and firm
As the burn seeps deep
into your reddening cheeks

Under rosy flesh
Muscle and sinew throb
Then loosen,
You relax and slowly
Turn to steaming liquid.

You wiggle, twist and writhe,
Knowing that disobedience
Will bring a thunderstorm
Of shuddering slaps.

You jerk and twitch,
Roll and quiver on
My rigid lap.
Your glowing
Cheeks beseech me
To tenderly caress
Their rising heat,
And test your
Soaking need.

You grow calm
As you grow moist,
Then wet, then drool.
A flush fills your
Face, your eyes
Glaze and sparkle
With stinging
Fulfillment.

My knowing hands,
Practiced and wise,
Caress and soothe
Then tease and toy.
Your mouth pouts,
Your eyes grow
Pained then tear.
Not from being spanked
But from my withholding of your
Stinging ecstasy.

Your mouth begs
For my hands to take you
And free you with
Their healing hurt,
To discipline you
Till your inner core
Gushes and your
Spirit trembles with
Release.

Mark Me

2007-11-02T18:46:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Mark me
make me a captive
with the ropes of
your voice,
open me with your mouth
and push me into
the prison of your hands.

Mark me
with the whips and clamps
of your lust
hurt me; with bruises and
swelling draw promises
across my back.

Mark me
burn my skin with
the heat of your need,
blister my passion,
singe my breasts with
your stinging slaps.

Mark me
with the imprint of your
hand and leather straps
bend me over, exposing
my dripping need,
then twist my nipples with
your pinching demands.

Mark me
from the beginning
of my bondage
to the core of my
submission
peel the reason from
my love,
squeeze the appetite
from my thighs

Mark me
with your battering strokes
that swells my hunger
then draw red welts around
my tender longing

Mark me
with the cutting edge
of your cravings
tattoo yourself across
my aching surrender,
bring me to the depth
of your exquisite despair.

Mark me
with the sting of
your commands,
brand my obedience
with the black flame
of your heart of woe.

Mark me
beyond the bounds
of my flesh
tear the tender center
of my homage
and sear your print
into the yielding
plea of my eyes.

Mark me
as you blister
your brand across
my servitude,
carve your name
into my kneeling slavery.

Mark me
with the loving pain
of your dominance and
please, I beg you,
Mark me
with the iron
of your collar so
all will know
I am yours.

The Hunger of Rope

2007-10-03T19:44:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

the hunger of rope traverses
the needs of your flesh,
binds your desire and
quickens your descent
into submission.
the calm of captivity
unfetters your longing
and lures you to the
nucleus of your lust.

the yearning of rope traverses
savory skin, cinching
pulsing wrist to pulsing wrist,
manicaled you unfold, uncrease
and bloom into bondage.

the drudgery of your vanilla boredom,
peels away as the stinging
grasp of rope bites your
willing surrender then aches
you into your core of craving.
the shackles of your life
fall away and you splash
into the cauldron of your need

the fingers of rope slither across
alabaster breasts, tracing the
frail pulse of veins throbbing
under your dreams of bruises .

the tongue of rope
traverses your abandonment
licking stiffened nipples.
your breath gasps
as moist tongues bind tight,
pinching tender longing and
swelling hunger.
tied and cinched, roped and
knotted you tumble free
into the depths of your appetite

the hunger of rope devours
your thighs and legs, spreading
and holding them secure.
the scraping caress of
incessant rope traverses
hips and pelvis binding
the trembling hunger of
pink lips dewing before
their liquid discharge.
moored by rope, your
body releases its tide
that swells and crashes
on the sharp shoals of your hips

your body held taut,
mummified by loops
and braids that capture
submissive flesh, shackles
you in its hypnotic
tendrils, freeing you
to escape to your tao.

the rope hums its power
though your limbs and
eases you from the prison
of your body.
the hymn of rope pulls
you from your flesh,
and carries you safe
cradled in cuffs and ties,
swaddled in string and twine.
trapped by rope, your
inner ache revels in the
liberation of confinement

the biting touch of
rope delivers you from
despair, frees you from your
solitude of flesh.
tangled in bondage your
spirit soars to your dharma

Inferno: Fire Play.

2007-09-15T11:56:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

I am the darkness that
flows under your skin
I am the abyss of the hollow
of your eyes,

you were lost and nameless
in your flight,
through the blazing air
you tumbled into me,
you lost your luster,
and you lost your sight.

now in the blindness
of your flash,
you found yourself
in the heat of my breath

now your tender wings
are ablaze I burned them to
a cinder and you remain
blistered and scorched at the
shoulder.

it was the hunger in your
blood,
your blackened desire
that dragged you into me,
and it’s your burning thirst
that keeps you on your knees.

my kiss is combustible
my tenderest cures a flame,
you feel my sickness with every
fluttering touch, you feel
my disease with every fiery embrace.

my scorching fire brought
you soothing joy,
and the weeping of throbbing release
the blood and blisters on your
back are only a whispering for more.
now your flesh bathes in the flames
now your body embraces the fire.

you emptied your eyes of daybreak,
you spilled the night
into your veins,
now only my fire and smoke,
can kindle your desire,
only the pain of burning
can awaken your need,

you have fallen into me,
now your body is ablaze,
you have lost your wings of
flight,
and tumbled into the heat of
my breath
I am the sickness of your flesh
that will consume you to ash

Breath Control

2007-08-10T19:01:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

I hold you wrapped in
the garrote of my hands,
I hold you captive in the
cage of my fingers.

desperate, you tug and pull,
struggling in your flight,
the darkness of my practiced hands
suffocate you into bliss

you fight for a thin breath,
you tremble and heave
and tatter the air with
your desperate jagged gasps.

I hold your golden air
in my throttling hands,
I hold your fragile light
twisted around smothering fingers.

you curl and thrash and pull,
desperate for rapture,
then, in the final moment,
you placidly slip away

trapped in the snare of
my flesh,
I pulled the light from
your chest
and cast you adrift,
your heart leaked away,
your lust sluiced out
into a throbbing sky
of blackened flames
and hollowed stars,

my throttling hands,
the tender ligature of my love
carried you out of yourself,
beyond your prison of flesh
to the exploding center
of your forbidden thirst.

my knowing hands
unravel you, spill you
out to the dark. the ropes
of my body choke heaven
into your eyes,
then in the golden moment
I coil you back.

I give you air and endless
sky as my hands cup your life,
and hold your breath in my grip
I hold the silver tendrils of your life
tangled in the fingers of my hands

Gift of Flight

2007-06-09T13:35:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

On your knees you knelt
at my feet and laid your
submission in my hands.
You begged for my loving discipline,
you begged for my punishing crop.

I saw your aching for my mastery,
I saw your craving for my chains,
your eyes pleaded and yearned
for your wrists to be tied,
they begged for my ropes
to hold you tight,
for my ropes to unshackle
your spirit and give you flight.

Your bruised lips parched for punishment
suckled on every little cruelty.
I know the hunger of your skin and
how it weeps for the soothing welts,
how it whimpers for the scars that
my tenderness will bring.

My dominance holds you enslaved,
I have chained you to my will.
My glance binds your hands
and holds you tight.
My voice encircles you tender neck and
holds stronger than any leather collar.

I know your craving for cuffs and
I know your surrender and
I understand your appetite for rope.
I know you hunger for my disciplining
hand, for the sting and thud of my
intimacy. I know you pray for the sternness
of my command, and the rule of
my cruelty.

You long for the pleasure of rope,
for the sweet unburdening of restraints.
You long for the tenderness of pain
and the luscious release that it brings.
I watch you in your frenzy lick
the punishing hand and
kiss the stinging crop.

I watch as you throb in helplessness,
begging to be taken.
I smile as you pray to me for
the whipping, I smile as you
lust for every stroke.

I showed you the mysteries
of your flesh,
I stroked you to your core,
I opened you, and led you
to your aching center.
I freed you with the slavery of
my chains. I captured your body
and then released your spirit with every
sting, setting you free with every loving strike.

I brought you passion with the burn
of every rope,
I brought you desire with every cut
and stinging welt,
I brought you to your hard limit
and held you as you tumbled then
flew into the abyss.

You knelt at my feet and laid
your submission in my hands
and begged for my loving discipline.
in return i gave you the gift of flight.

The Cruelty Of My Heart.

2007-05-13T12:48:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Out of the broken sky
you tumbled into the solitude
of my mouth and imprisoning
hands. I have chained you to
my darkest need. Now, you are bound
to me by pain and blood, bound
to me by cruelty and tears.

I have savaged your wings,
and burnt the shine from your eyes.
Now I bind you into slavery,
shackle you into servitude.
Now I am your breath and the sound
of your beating heart.

You are the whimpering and the
tears, as I open the moist darkness
that is you, forcing you to descend into
my deepest need, using you to feed
my blackest craving, and still your
pleading mouth opens for more.

You lie cuffed and chained,
your body bleeding its submission,
I opened your tattered soul with my
rending hands. Your agony is my
ecstasy, as you surrender
to the cruel limits of my heart.

Your vacant eyes plead for
the wounds and scars that my
mouth will leave, your swelling
eyes plead for the loving damage
I will tattoo on your breasts.

Your fallen body, bruised
and cut, crawls into mine.
You weep despair at your final
surrender of servitude, as you
abandon the last piece of your
broken hope to the aching need
of my tainted heart.

You have faded beyond
the craving of your body,
you have fallen into my
lashing hands. Cuffed
and beaten, you leak away
the last light from your
starving eyes into the
darkest pools of my love.

With my leather and chains, I
bound your twisted wings. With my
ropes and whips I marred your
fallen flesh.

You no longer exist, you have
fallen into the torment of my hands,
you have fallen into the twisted
desire of my love. You have sunken
into the darkest depth of my lust,
into the consuming pit of my heart.

Now your servitude is mine, now
you are bound to me as the silver
light is bound to the moon, as the
darkness is bound to the night. Now
you are forever doomed to
the cruelty of my heart..

You On Your Knees

2007-04-07T21:59:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

You, on your knees
before me,
longing for my dominance,
craving my collar.
You beg for my hand
and ask for my discipline.

You on your knees,
craving my touch,
throbbing for the sting
and thud that releases.

You have handed me your
soul to tie and bind,
you crave the flogging,
you hunger for the lash
and every kiss of the falls.
You starve for the beating
and the freedom it brings.

You secured yourself
to my will and handed
me the tenderness of
your submission.
Now you are tied to my
voice,
chained to my command,
now you carry my mark.

You crave the pleasure,
you crave the pain,
your eyes whisper and
plead,
wanting the ropes,
wanting the restraints.

You whimper to be bound,
hands cuffed and tied,
you pray to my ropes
and leather hoping
that they will bite,
knowing that
the tighter you are bound,
the deeper you will fall.

Your body is mine to
bind and beat,
your body is mine to
spank and cane.

You crawled to me
and in your passion
kissed my feet,
filling your deepest need.
You lovingly submit
to every smack of my hand,
every lash of the flogger.
You crave every strike
and ask for more.

You are desperate to dive deeper,
but I haul you back,
save you from yourself,
hold you safe,
till next time you
come crawling.

A Dom Responds to “Violate Me”

2007-02-11T13:48:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

I will cuff you
and tie you
and use you as I please.
I will flog you
and cane you
and whip you into a frenzy.
I will take you
and break you,
I will bruise you
and brand you,
then tie you to my bed.
I will bind you and chain you.
I will strip you
and tease you and,
in time, consume you.

I will make you ache,
make you weep,
and then make you
grovel for more.
I will cane you
and smack you,
till you whimper,
then make you gasp,
till you ask to kiss
my hand.

I will dominate you
and keep you on your
knees and bend you
to my will.
You are my bottom,
to punish and slap,
I will paddle you to the
edge of your lust,
and then make you shed
all of your dignity.

You will kneel under
my golden shower
and bask in the
glow of your burning skin.
I will blindfold your trust
and pin your hunger
and feed you every
morsel of me,
till you have had your fill.

I will hold you captive
and violate you,
bind you and wrap
you in rope.
I will care for you,
and treasure you,
I will teach you my
desire and then lead you
to yours.

My whipping will release
you, my flogging set you free.
I will bind you and bruise you
and use you,
but always keep you safe.

I will take you,
and twist you and
spank you till you are
numb and sob.
I will flog you and smack you,
then take you from
the front, then flip you
and take you from the
back.

I will own you and keep
you, I will rub your
desire, and fondle your
need.
I will make you plead,
and bring you to your
need.
You are mine to do with
as I wish, I will take you
and guide you, and
above all cherish you and
keep you safe;
because you belong to me.

The Agony Becomes Pleasure

2007-02-02T20:02:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

In your frenzy, you pull
against the ropes that hold
you, and your eyes and mouth
plead for the punishment that
would bring you release.
Your limbs ache to be captured
and tamed with whips and lust.

You clench and unclench,
in begging to be beaten,
and I whip and flog and spank
till you tremble and spasm,
till you reach your precipice;
then the artful rubbing of my hand,
captures your succulent nub
and rubs and rubs.

Relentless, I keep you prisoner,
as you flood and spasm again and
again, the pain becomes pleasure
then pain again and you thrash
and twist to escape.

But my cuffs and rope
hold you victim, at the mercy
of my passionate rage,

I torture your sweet
pearl till the agony
becomes pleasure,
as you travel further
and deeper into space.

The fountain of your loins
gushes till my hand is slick
and the bed is soaked
and your body empties.

All you are is a clenching
throbbing nub and I release
you to float, then you return to
be nurtured and to
suckle at my loins.

Sub Song

2007-01-14T18:36:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

This My Master, is
my song to You.
I give to You
this hymn of love
and devotion.

I give to You
my most
precious possession.
I give to You
my gift of
obedience, of body,
mind and spirit.

I long for Your hand,
I long for Your whip.
Most of all,
I long for You.

Cuffed and at Your feet,
helpless and vulnerable,
I tremble for Your caress.
I long to swallow whatever
You give.

Bound and chained,
my body is Yours.
I stay open for You
waiting for You to fill me.

Stretched and tethered
and roped,
Your hand brings me pain,
Your hand brings me pleasure.

I render my spirit
to You,
I long for Your firmness,
and Your throbbing discipline.

Collared and leashed,
I crawl to You,
to sit at Your feet,
to be Your pet.

You bind my body
with chains and rope,
but You unfetter my
spirit, You set
me free.
My desire I give to You.
My servitude,
You hold in your hands.

I am on my knees
for You,
there is no ordeal
of flesh or spirit,
that I will not bear
for You.

All this I willingly
give, for
You are my master,
my One.
My DOM.

Being Yours

2007-01-04T21:25:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

I like being yours
when you tell me
to suck you
while at the movies,

I become wet, and throb
then lean over ,unzip you,
and quickly suck you
into my eager mouth,
heart trembling,
cunt gushing
from the thrill of
maybe being cought….

and maybe from
knowing I have no
choice but to obey.

I like being yours
when suddenly,
you bend me over,
and quickly push your
stiff cock into
my glistening cunt….

and I have no power
to say no, and
no will to resist.

I like being yours
when you use me.
I like being yours
when you bind me,
and hold me captive
to your will.
.
most of all
I like being yours
because I know
you are mine.

Agony of Our Love

2006-12-18T19:52:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

Your dark yearning for the bliss of pain,
drove you to my bed of suffering and torment.
Your eyes pleading to find fulfillment
of your hidden desire,
you came to me to find the treasured ache,
to find the cherished hurt.
You came to me with a need for cuffs, and lashing.
You came to me craving the sweetest pain.

I took you and tied you and bound you
to my tortured love.
I stretched you upon my bed of thorns,
where you clench and twist, every muscle
drawn taut against my ropes.
You hungered for the lash,
for the kiss of every fall.
You begged for every stroke,
and pleaded for the pain.
You longed to savor the suffering.
You longed to adore the bruises.
You wished for the exquisite torture
that would bring your release.

I lash and lash with my flogger,
your body shivers and trembles,
you flinch with every affectionate sting.
Each lash bites into your desire,
leaving faint ghostly welts,
a satisfying thatchwork of
cruel caresses on your pure Irish back.
Each lash a cherished ache,
each strike a beloved discomfort,
each fall delivers you deeper into
the wonderful agony,
deeper into your worshipful suffering.
You ride the cascades of pleasure
into the darkest of your needs,
into the bitten heart of
your tormented rapture.

My flogger pauses and I know
I’m your Master, my Irish selkie.
I secured you to my will with harsh tenderness,
with the cherished bite of my crop.
I tied you to my wishes with exquisite pain,
bound you to my bliss with tender misery,
chained you to my hunger with each wound
of affection.
Now you are owned in so many ways.
Now you kneel before me,
your beloved tormentor.
Now you bow to me, collared and cuffed.

I lash and lash with flogger and crop
till you glow from the strokes,
till you are lost in the sweet agony,
lost in the excruciating joy,
till your lips throb and swell,
till your lust froths
and leaks down your leg.
I pause, and watch you drift,
then make you tremble as my hand and
fingers cool the burn and open you more.
You whimper, then thrash
as the searing tenderness pushes
you into the abyss of your lust,
into the depths of your darkest want.

You strain, lost in your hunger,
lost in the cruelty of love,
tangled in the suffering that brings
such angelic pleasure,
begging for me to climb
between your legs,
begging for me to use you,
begging to hurt you with my hardest love.

Your loins drool, then you grunt and cry,
your agonized body gushes as I enter you
as sharply as the falls of the flogger.
The tide of your urgency overwhelms,
your body convulses, then floods and
you spasm into your deepest release
and fall into your darkest desire.
You find tender pleasure in
my harshest strokes.
You have found your blackest
release in the heavenly hurt.
You have embraced your darkest need
and found your greatest bliss
in the agony of our love.

Frenzy

2006-12-02T18:56:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

Your moist loins
drew me in,
hardened me,
and I grew claws and fangs.

In the throes of your
hunger,
I raked nails down your
white back
and sunk my teeth
into the round of your
shoulder.

I battered your body
till it was only heat
and moisture and need.

You gasped and struggled,
trying in your fury
to buck and twist me out and
off your back.

But my claws mauled your
tender breasts
and dug through flesh
drawing gasps of urgency
and raw red furrows
down your shoulder blades.

One hand pinning your wrists,
the other buried in your
mane of red hair,
pulling your head back,
as I thrashed you from behind
with my ridged body,
until you howled in
release and your
body spasmed then returned
from our feral frenzy.

Amnesiac Skin

2006-11-27T19:07:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

Lacking the memory and print
of hands,
your body moves through
junctures of unrequited
lust
and moments of musk
meant to cloy and snare.

Your scented skin,
amnesiac blank,
devoid of the crimson
glow of lust,
struggles to recall anxious
fingers fondling
wistful thighs
and swollen lips that
mumble surrender.

Your heaving breasts
yearn for the scorching
ghosts of firm hands
that grasp and slide,
conjuring phantom
lips that sip and suckle.

Lost in your fabrication,
wisps of hands still hold
and caress your body,
apparitions that devour
and consume your
trembling hunger.

Ghostly hands, grasping
air in bony curling fingers,
trap false memory, each
spectral tremor of
arousal, thin and transparent,
a haunted lust, relived,
and thrashed through
endlessly.

Your eyes, and body without
imprint or recollection
of musk moments,
moves through unrequited
lust,
and is left abandoned to
apparitions that leave
transparent prints on your
amnesiac skin

The Mouth of Your Body

2006-11-11T17:11:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

The mouth of your body
chants the spell of your
allure that charms the
secrets of my name.
Your inflamed lips
roll me around and
savor the sorcery
of my swollen phallus.

Your aching hips
mouth their passions
and name the elements
that are my hands and
squeezing fingers.
Your suckling breasts
swell and throb with
the tides of fertility as
you fall enchanted under
my clasping and probing,
that sends you gasping
the secrets of my name
again and again.

Your thighs sing the hymn
of renewal for me as their
center twitches and rocks,
rubbing crackling air to ease
the bone hunger of their
drooling lips.
The mouth of your thighs
yawns and stretches, begging
to swallow my rising rigidity.

The mouth that you are,
sings and calls my secret
name that your body weaves
as spells to draw me into
the devouring witchery of your
lust, as old as the hunger of tides
and the moons of your passion.

The fertility of your
craving sings the binding
magic that enthralls my flesh
and drives our primal bodies
to dance the seeding
that is as as ancient as
the elements and as old
as the stone phallus
erected at the first lunar tide.

Your body sings its
submission to me, leaking
the tug of tides and fertility
until in the final heave
and release, creation flames
from the woven spells and magic
of our lusting bodies.

Whisper of Rope

2006-10-30T20:12:00.000-05:00

by f-cynyr ©

My sweet selkie,
the whisper of rope
fills your eyes,
as the wrists and ankles
of your passion
long to be bound.

The answer of rope
pulls you in and
you slither and twist
till I capture your
burning submission.

Your need, so long
misunderstood,
till I tethered you.
Now the desire of bondage
flutters your heart and
throbs your moist flames.

Now you hum and sing
the kiss of cords and cuffs,
rejoicing in the submission
of collar and leash.

Your wrists weep their need
and wail for restraint,
your chest flutters and heaves
for leather.

Your hips plead to be
wrapped in rope,
crave the liberation
of binding.

Through rope and
cuffs, you finally found
a release from your
prison of longing.

Tethered

2006-10-28T18:10:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

You soar the sharp
crisp Halloween air,
tied and tethered,
gliding with the lightness of the
unfettered breeze in this
sharp October.
Grasping the wind,
you slip, tugging and
pulling in space.
Your bondage is the freedom
that unravels your core,
unfettering you to
stretch and expand,
safe and held by
rope and ownership.

Embracing sky and restraints,
you drift in the curls
and ringlets of air,
threatening to tug
too hard, to snap
the shackles of gravity
and yank the taut line from
the Master’s hand.

Now the
terror of wind and
endless sky
recedes with the length
upon length of string
that holds you
moored beyond the
lure of the world,
knowing that the hand
that guides you is Master
of rope and wind and sky.

So, unburdened, fearless,
you sail the air
and conquer the blue,
in the tug and pull of
this Thanksgiving sky,
in the promise that you
are tied and bound
by a Master’s hand that
will hold you tethered
so you can fly.

Violate me.

2006-10-14T18:03:00.000-04:00

The Gift

2006-10-05T18:29:00.000-04:00

Nurture

2006-09-23T12:29:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

You, my troubled pet,
tight and jerking with stress
and wound with grief from a
sharp cutting world.

You crawl to me,
rub against my leg,
your eyes pleading
for the strength of my hand.
and the release it would bring.

Naked across my lap,
I stretch you,
I caress that
creamy Irish ass,
circling each tender
cheek,
I twirl my finger along
the curling D that is
your brand.
Then lightly, I
wisp a smack on your
trembling bottom.

Smack, then thud,
whack, then caress,
slap, then probe
swelling lips,
the hypnotic rhythm
starting your voyage.

Each cheek twitches,
then softens,
I randomly clout
from cheek to cheek,
tenderly increasing
until your body loosens,
until you begin to flow.

Ass pale as moonlight,
then with slap after slap
it buds soft tender pink,
then blooms rose,
finally blossoming burning red.

My hands slide along
thighs, to spread
swelling lips, to
ever so slightly enter
your glistening grotto,
and then lightly
graze your nub.

Checking between swats,
moist and wet,
increasing in impact
and thud and sting.

Your breath grows rhythmic,
your body liquid,
your eyes become hooded.
You begin leaking long tendrils, and
my two probing fingers come away
drenched,
as the smacks thud
down upon red
throbbing cheeks,
until I see you tumble
deeper,
into your space.

I have brought you
to your core,
to find your inner
balance,
connected you to your Tao to
drift and float in the stream
of your self.
So then, for a while, you
are whole and complete,
my treasured selkiepet.

I then reel you in,
bring you back to my care

Still in your fugue, you are
then wrapped and rocked
and held,
your desire quenched, spirit nurtured,
you curl and rub into me
then drift safely, cherished
into a contented doze.

Polarity

2006-09-17T15:49:00.000-04:00

A Dom friend of mine approached me knowing that I kept a bdsm poetry blog and asked if I would post some poems written by his submissive/slave moonglowkitten.
I didn't have a problem with this in fact I told him I would be happy to do so. Her poems are interesting, erotic, and from a unique perspective. So periodical
moonglow kitten will post her erotic poems on this blog.
I hope you enjoy them.
If you wish to reach moonglow you can do so using my email.

POLARITY
by moonglowkitten ©

She, on her knees,
unzips him,
fingers tripping over
themselves, tangled
in anticipation.
He, blunt,
swatting them away
like bluebottle flies.

Her mouth gapes
expectantly,
he opens his pants
with a pop.

She breathes in his scent of
creation
and fills her lungs with
the cloying musk
of his desire.
Swaddled in the
tendrils and ropes
of his ridged need,
she becomes drunk on
the captivating aroma
of his drooling
promise

He, impatient,
urgent,
yanks her hair,
and in short, quick
jabs, drives his swollen wish
into her cheeks, her chin,
finally finding her dainty
mouth.

She revels in the
sleek firmness,
her tongue tastes and
savors each subtle
flavor and nuance.
The sweet taste of him
overpowers her need,
and she floats in the
Tao of his being.
Slowly she devours each
tasty morsel, each subtle
bouquet and nuance
of cock and pre-cum.
Her tongue and lips
savor and memorize
each ridge, each contour,
each change in texture and taste,
of that loving part of him,
that he shares.

Frantically,
he shoves in and out,
in and out,
no pausing,
racing to find that final
euphoria and after-calm
as speedily as possible.
His hand tangles in her hair
and yanks, stinging her
scalp,
as he jack hammers
into her mouth.
He briefly spasms,
clutching her closer,
as he spurts
down her throat.
He trembles a few times,
waits a moment, then
done, he
rapidly withdraws.

In the midst of her
bliss,
he floods her with
his essence,
his delicious, creamy
wine,
filling the goblet of her
mouth.
She swirls the claret of him
around, savoring each
creamy, thick drop,
before swallowing
while still gorging
on the ambrosia of him,

He abruptly pulls away
zips up,
quickly pulling her to
her feet,
saying we have to go.

Speechless , still savoring
the orgasmic flavor of him,
she, feeling denied somehow,
obediently follows.

Scent of Contentment

2006-09-10T21:19:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

The embrace becomes
a quick clutter of scurrying hands,
of frantic peeling and unmasking to
exposure and final reveal.
Urgent interrogating lips
stumble in the slide
along ripe scented skin.

Craving flows swollen hunger along
folds and mounds until
escaped passions
unfurl and
trail across tender inner thighs,
to a crease slick with
pleading.

Lips mumble and slur,
prompting tongue to swirl
nipples hardened
in the tumble to defection.

The scrabble of hands
and stutter of lips, snared and
beguiled by pleading surrender,
are released into the final reveal.

In the heart and whisper
of rapture,
the furling of limbs and hands
quenched and collected,
ease into the soft tousle
and scent of contentment.

For Blue [revised]

2006-09-09T11:46:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

The blue bewitched me into
the yonder of awe as the
thunder tumbled me
into the burnt sky,
and eased me along the
road to the scar
between sky and wonder,
fusing the gap between I and the
world.

The winds of passing
twirled and fluttered this lone
voyager,
tethered to blue in the
fading gift of sight.
This chosen road shakes and stomps,
as I pass
with a skip of lightning.
I, roped by the twisting
sound of sky dangled in the blue
until I, in wonder, found
that capture of wind
and net of cloud
that tangles my blue in amazement.

When the moon subsides
and gives way to dark,
hope rides the convulsive night,
then kisses the slip of dawn until its
liquid promise
tied my eyes, bound
hands and voice,
and webbed into me
the crisp maybe.

I longed the throbbing night
through the tides of pitch,
until the waves and swell
subsided,
and the dewy gift of dawn
unwrapped me
into the yonder of awe
and the tendrils of thundering
blue embroider hope
into my flesh.

Then the blue of wonder,
wraps me in the treasure
of brown earth and silver storm,
till only the gift of
new blue glints through.

Taste of You.

2006-09-04T13:07:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

I long for your taste,
for you to nestle on my tongue,
to draw you into my mouth,
to savor and swirl that opening bud.

I long for the rhythm
of your breathing
to falter, then quicken,
for you to tremble
and leak with anticipation.

To have your hands
grasping your own swelling breasts,
kneading, pulling, pinching
red swollen nipples.

I stroke you and with questing tongue
pry you open, caress
and fondle lips and folds,
as you melt and ooze
into my gaping mouth.

Hips straining down,
rhythmically gyrate with
every swish of my tongue.
Your lips glaze and part and swell.

I take long firm
strokes,
savoring each nuance as
you heave and twist
and twitch and quiver.

Your body tightens,
grows rigid
and your clenching thighs
capture me, lock me into
your ecstatic frenzy.

Your breath grows short and rapid,
you gulp
as I twirl that succulent
rosebud,
and draw you between
my longing lips.

Your body tenses, grows stiff,
I dance my tongue along
every crease and fold,
urgently lapping,
as you twist and arch.

My finger enters you
and sounds sharp and short
escape drawn lips,
as your fingers pinch and pull
nipples firmer and harder.

Hips push down wantonly,
thighs clutch tighter
and my tongue pirouettes to that
deep core of you,
right through to your center.

A sudden burst of air
escapes your lungs,
you thrash and shout and
gasp,
as you roll over that
peak and down to
the quiet rhythmic twitching
and spasmodic clenching
that my tongue relishes.

I taste your drooling bliss
and barely touch that
tender throbbing joy,
as you clasp
me to you and drift
into a satiated slumber.

My Sorrowing Selkie.

2006-08-31T12:25:00.000-04:00

The light of the
sea,
tides from my selkies
eyes,
as she mourns
the loss of her skin.

despairing at the edge
of the reaching sea,
anxious to reclaim
what she lost,
and is rightful hers,

her urgencie mounts,
she grows restless,
moving from sea
to land,
leaking from the thousand wounds
inflicted by the holder
of her skin, and fate.

her green eyes
weep an ocean
sobbing for the
return of her skin

heart wrenched by
the world, and a
cruel master.

my selkie weeps ,
and seeks her hidden skin.

Incubus

2006-08-27T17:32:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

A sliver of silver seeps
between the shadowed edges
of blind and window,
silvering your
round, heaving breasts
as I fondle and
toy with an engorged nipple.

I lay awake in this
silver
glow of night and
watch as
you rustle and twist
in your passion,
as your tormented
body is drawn
to my sliding
hands and probing
fingers.

In the silent, shrouded
house,
you moan and whimper
in your aroused, thin
sleep;
your thighs dream of me,
of my hands and mouth and body,
as your pelvis tilts with
wishes of lust and
wet throbbing hope.

Your eyes rapidly
dance under frail lids,
as you push your wet
dream against me
and I, stiff and inflamed,
enter you and your fantasy.
You moan and expel
a breath in the midst of
undulating blankets as
the aroma of musk
rises.

Just the other side of
sleep,
you franticly jerk and thrash,
quickening your fall
over the precipice
till breath and dreams
expel.

In the warmth
and pause of release,
sleep’s tendrils pull
you deeper,
back to your nether
world of wet repose
and throbbing urgencies.

The silver sliver
of light along the
edge of the blind spills
onto your ripe silver
breasts; I cup and gently
pinch erect nipples,
and my hands whisper
dreams to your thighs
as my fingers probe
promises into you,
as you throb and leak
in another of your
incubus haunted
nights.

Release

2006-08-18T16:46:00.001-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

My hands flutter and flit
over the skin of your trembling
body,
my fingers slide along your pulsating skin
whispering the darkest wish of each
curve and crevasse.

The heaving and swelling of
your swollen breasts,
lustful, fall and
rise.
Engorged nipples erect, crimson and inflamed,
murmur there thirst
for lips and release.

I twist and pull,
as you hitch your
quivering breath,
and arch, then gasp,
and melt into the solitude of my hands.

The flesh of your thighs
trembles as my fingers
trace the words of your privet longing,
and continue in there pilgrimage
up the tenderest skin of your thigh,
and you surrender to your most
intimate hunger.

Your eyes flutter, then roll back,
and your pelvis tilts forward
beseeching my fingers and hand
to open the deepest bliss
within, to give voice to your concealed
lust.

Lips pouting and crimson,
glistening with you urgent desire,
open with
throbbing anticipation,
begging and praying for
the rub and push, that would give
release to all your pent up
cravings.

Hungering for hands and fingers to give you
voice to release the
secrets of your smouldering body,
and free your darkest lust.

Face Fuck

2006-08-13T13:07:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

The glistening ‘O’ of
your mouth
surrounds me,
and slowly, inevitably,
moves along my length,
until you have taken me
completely and I have become
part of you.

I tremble with the
moist petting and caressing of
your serpentine tongue,
as you travel along my
smooth shaft, gently, lovingly,
swirling its length to the purple tip of my
being.

You fold your mouth,
and desire along the ridged
inflamed expression
of my longing.
Your lips and tongue
push me out,
then quickly suck me back,
as you rhythmically bob
from swollen tip to
ridged base and back to the tip
of my drooling shaft.

Your heated and hooded eyes
sparkle with desire and
glint with consuming lust,
as they softly gaze up
through stray red curling
wisps of hair.
As you ravishingly devour my
building need,
one delicate white hand
clasps me
at my base, holding me firm in your
intent, your other hand
floats lower to
satiate your own swollen and salivating appetite.

In unison, hand and mouth
mount to the precipice,
until the overwhelming
tightening of me
releases the feral force and I
savagely, brutally, tangle my
hands in your hair, preventing
escape and, demanding a
primal response,
slam my quivering,
pelvis into your
face.

Drool and lust lubricate your glistening
chin,
as your need opens to my pounding
and your hand fondles your
swollen crease and rubs your nub of desire,
as again and again,
I pound and thrust into
your consuming mouth.

Your eyes roll back,
you travel inward to
your primal core,
your body trembles and quakes,
between your fierce snorting,
and hoarse grunts
as you now urgently drive your
face into my groin;

opening to tumble me
into the deepest part of you,
yearning to capture and swallow my
sap, my very liquid
essence.

Hand and mouth blur
as you tremble over
the edge,
your body twitching
and heaving as your
throat
opens and takes me
in.
Primal grunts as you gulp
me down,
capturing and swallowing
my being, my very self,
as you tumble into
your own liquid essence and spasming
flood, as your other ‘O’
throbs and clenches open and closed,
open and closed, in mounting
waves.

The ‘O’ of your mouth holds
me,
as your tongue pets and strokes
the softening length of
my passion,
till flaccid,
and your ocean of waves,
subsides to a placid sea,
you satisfied, and I drained.

You release me with
a soft pop,
and smile, as your tongue
flicks to the corner
of your glossy bow lips and
licks away the last
remnants of
our elemental
selves.

Limets of the Heart

2006-08-06T09:23:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Your gift of skin to me
was beyond the desire of rope,
You, bruised and bloodied, whispered
my name, and draw me into
your pain and sorrows .
You came to me broken,
searching to be whole.
You longed for my hand,
and for the discipline that
you knew I had

Your eyes and mouth whispered
their longing ,and
their secret agonies.
They sang for
my loving cruelty.
You poured your sorrow into
my hands ,
and let me touch your intimate grief.
You gave me your skin, and then
you gave me your misery.

You poured your body
into my hands, and I plunged
them deep into your cruellest nightmare.
Your eyes winced with the flick
and crack of desire and anguish.
And in that twist of agony
you surrendered to me.

The cruelty of my body
whispered to yours, as each welt
remembers
the moment of my gift.
Now your heart yearns for my hand
that wields the whip.

Your bruises whimper for love,
your passions bleed their hunger for
the hurts that turn the heart,
and tortured caresses
that swells the flesh.
You mouth the words
of surrender,
beyond the limits of the heart.

You came to me broken inside,
you gave to me your skin.
You longed for my hand
and my discipline.
You longed for my darkness
and the cruelty of my heart.
And now in your surrender
you are bound to me
beyond pain, and
the limits
of the heart.

Forever Slave to Me

2006-07-30T14:27:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

Your body softens under my hand
and your moist eyes plead for more,
as your naked back yearns for the
kiss of pain.
You jerk and spasm with every
loving stroke,
twisting and flinching as the flogger
licks and kisses your
tender and purpling skin,
which brings you trembling, to the edge.

With each stroke, your lips swell and glisten,
each crack of the leather tongues
licking white Irish flesh,
pushes you further,
deeper, into your lust.

Lost in the tingle of your body,
spiraling deeper to your
dark secret core,
my hand draws you back.
It denies you just yet that final release,
the surrender complete, each nerve moaning.
Your eyes and mouth
plead to me, longing for that forbidden zone.

You lie bound beneath my hands,
constantly begging for more,
mouthing the pain, mouthing the rapture.
In response to your whimpering plea,
my hand tenderly touches each swollen spot,
caressing each private throb.

Each stroke of the flogger,
each kissing blow brings you
closer and ties you to me.
Your wrists and ankles, bound as you are,
Bind you to me.

Your mouth calls me cruel,
but your body cries for more.

Each lash bites into you, and
your ecstasy becomes the
place I prepared for you.
Your body becomes the bruise I
created.
Your desire I whip and stroke,
and each exquisite throb pushes you deeper
into the place that you crave.

Your wounds speak my name,
they call for my hand,
and leak the love I give.

Your body is a sore beyond passion,
a pain beyond lust.
You carry the scars of my love.
You carry the wounds of my tenderness.
Your mouth calls me love,
as you wince with my kind of caress.
The dark marks of your body
are the memory of my hand and passion.

Your breasts ask for my hands to
twist and pull until
your swollen lips tremble and leak with anticipation.
As finally, brutally, tenderly,
I push you over into that final descent,
till you are,
forever slave to me.,

Your mouth calls me cruel,
But your body yearns for my love.

blow job

2006-07-23T13:52:00.000-04:00

by f-cynyr ©

my hands tremble your body
you stand before me, open and moist,
nipples puckered and engorged with lust and anticipation
craving the sharp short electric charge
that rolls you to gasp
and tremor

longing for more,
mouth agape, lips slick and swollen
they glisten with fervor and wanting.

In your flowing delirium,
You drop to your knees,
Penance of you lust and devotion
Eyes glazed, face as pure as light,
You take the flesh jewel in pious clasp hands
Longing and praying for my
Pure white eruption.

Hoping to capture ecstasy
In you mouth, and swallow the sacrament.

You meld and become one with the flesh,
Surrendered to the driving rhythm
Of urgency;
Your lips, slick and eager, tighten,
You serpentine tong curls and
Thrashes in excitation, mumbling a prayer.

As urgency crests to the final blinding release,
And I topple, entwined with you,
Spent and released;
With my discharge your fulfillment
Is complete.

Discipline and Pleasure

2006-07-21T11:43:00.000-04:00

You slithered, trembling and panting,
onto my lap
naked and enthralled,
filled with
trepidation and throbbing
electric expectation.

Your ass pure vanilla white,
bare, clenched in anticipation.
Passion and a deep soulful longing
had driven you to me,
but lust had made you crawl,
and a longing for the hand of
discipline made you stay.

Now across my knees,
you wished for release,
You wished for punishment;
To me you had surrendered
Crawled to my feet,
and begged for my collar;

Structure, and commands,
a leash and a crop to keep you safe.
punishment was what you craved,
a spanking was what you require.

Smack after smack,
moving from sting to arousal,
after the foreplay
and before the welts
each cheek began to glow.
to radiate the lust that you
squirmed to release.

Your body twitched and trashed;
rubbing and jerking,
trying to ease the itch
beyond the scratch.
Smack after smack
harder and harder,
louder, thudding and cracking.
each cheek glowing, radiating ;
Every so often between strikes,
Checking the heat, and the wet;
Starting to ooze with each blow.
Dribbling by the end,
squirming in anticipation.

You longed to transcend,
you desired it all,
but I knew the borders,
I knew the edge.
I knew to draw you back.
To make you wait.
To make you beg.

Flushed and peaked
eyes half shut with the hunger
I flipped you from knee to bed.
In an instant and a gasp I was in you.

Then a slither down your twitching body
tonguing you to thrashing explosion,
I had forever linked
Discipline with pleasure.

Sunrise Denied

2006-07-11T15:29:00.000-04:00

You new soul,
soulless in your
shadows and desperation,
longing to capture ghosts
beyond bone and halos
of light..
Yet that halo promise has wizened
in fingers and beseeching palms.
Light vacant eyes, mumble there sunrises
denied., in there dark passage
from flesh to ghost,
and find no one beyond
the rage of rain,
and the murmur of the suckling sea.

You soulless soul sing the hymns of
longing sea,
of deliverance from dust and
wakeless sleep.
So the fladulating eyes
peel the flesh , and bare the ghost
that sleeps curled in the
kneeling faith.
Along the lapping shore line
there howling and lamentations
awakes the moon , and tides,
embracing earth and loss.

But sea and moon
sleeps as one in the
torment of promises, and
promises denied.
The sea shifts and twists
to the sorrowful journey
and phases of the moon.
Until the tongue gives births
to sound, and hope.
The slow crawl of words,
tames rock and tree and sky,
words that capture a forest of choes,
tamed the upheaval, and illuminated
the once blank sky.
But now loss slips the tongues
that hold there peace,
and flounders in the devouring silence
as the hand of lunar light
gently baths the wounds
of the world .

Those wondering
lost in the sallow glow,
cry there faith to
an alien sky,
that rains nothing
but sharpened light
and empty wind,
find anguish in
a bottomless sleep.

The desert of the
flesh sleeps the sleep
of loss of harp, and paradise misplaced
as they twirl between
a silent sky,
and a devouring sea.,
longing to find the
world again.
Yet ghost is promise broken
only sea and rage of rain,
suckles flesh to dust,
and silences ,
the hymn of longing,
yet promises sunrise
renewed,
and sleep with
an awakening.

5 Kings Row.

2006-06-28T12:51:00.000-04:00

we found our I am
in the gap between
the doing and the losing,
those days
of 5 kings row, we were
lost in the fright of
possibilities,
and wayward in the link
of causal conjunctions,

those borrowed walls
and spaces ,
blinked
the tremble of our deeds
and lost motion.
we found the inert instant
as the world skipped, and wobbled
the trepidation from our eyes
and sweating hands.

the heat of folded crisp
nights ruffeled
the staggering of our intent,
and the momentum led us
to this point of
reflection and mortification.

that summer of night,
the stream
that bubbled throw us quenched
our desire.
the babbling voices
that tangoed along toung
and splintered thought,
raged as
we stumbled the halos
of youth,
rocketing from fresh
to weary in one burnt
summer.

the disease of knowage
shivered our risk, numbering
our doors, inside and out
as they unlocked and locked.

our craving acked
the new skin in mid lust ,
and our dewy hesitation was a
choice. in our pause no bi focal
could unravel the
knots of our fate,

only time,
and the slow curing of
flesh,
and moon
could light through
the murk,
that boiled through our
days and dares,

distance gulped us whole,
some like Blair,
never tripped into time,
but fell instead to dust.

the miles of days and ground,
diminish, now near the end,
but sleep does come,
ragged,
at times sharp as a razor,
others,
as smooth as a breast,

and we lull to sleep,
and in so doing
release the world
to unfold and right
its self
from the wobble
we shook,

the causal chains
unclasp, for a brief
reprieve,
and release,
till the slow
curing of flesh
and we grow weary
of our I ams,
and breath the dust
of instead,
and before sleep
longingly drift to the
ash covered summer
of 5 kings row.
,

For Blue

2006-06-27T09:54:00.000-04:00

The blue anguished me into
the yonder of grief and
ozone of despair,
the thunder tumbled
along the burnt sky,
and eased along the
road , to the scar
between sky and earth,
bleeding the gap between I and the
world.

the wind of passing,
twirls and flutters this lone
voyager,
and the road shakes and stomps,
as I pass
in the skip of lightning
roped in the twisting
sound of sky, and drip of blue.

liquid blue noosed me,
surrounded, and ties my eyes, bound
hands, and voice,
and webbed the crisp maybe
into me.

I longed the crashing night for you,
until the waves and swelling
subsided,
and the blue, unwrapped me
from the yonder of certainty,
and the tendrills of
thunder embroidered you
into my flesh.

until, the blue of you,
wrapped me,
in brown earth, and silver storm,
till only
new blue glinted through.

Kierkegaard's leap

2006-06-26T09:59:00.001-04:00

i felt your eyes
deflate,
lids droop, light leaked out.
your chest heaved.

the crackle and hiss of the
fire, noosed your marble eyes
and tumbled you into the
flames.

your eyes now opaque,
trailed the smoke as it swerls and dips
its tango to oblivion,
from the twitching flaims.

across the vast gulf of
darkness and silents,

i reached.

my dispair,
absorbed the silents
swallowed the darkness.

my tremmering fingers,
traced the frail dry lines of your hand.

seeking solace, warmth,
attempting to collapse the vastness
between us.

i felt your hand
empty,, expire, with a shiver
of sorrow, and a tremble of
resignation.

your eyes and hands opaque,
as the expanse
swallows us.

i desperate and anxious
lept.

Epiphany

2006-06-23T18:08:00.000-04:00

You, under my hand,
become more than skin and tingle and
moist throb, more than wish and promise and
spasming possibility.
You become new, and each
unraveling of you,becomes the trembling
unfolding of wonder and mystery.

You, under me,
becomes that urging moment
that drives my flesh to
swell and expand
and enter into you.

You, under my hands,
unfold, swell and drip anew,
as if my hand shave never known
those warm secreted places that draw me in

You surround me in you,
and for the moment, the moment
blurs and streaks,
and blurs in the pull
till the final
spasming of wonder.

You, under me,
becomes more than you under me.
Your unraveling becomes araveling of us both.
Skin and nerve, once dormant,
shakes alive and strums and hums,
till the opening and unfolding of
your shrouded mystery.

You, under me,
holding me moist and tightand warm,
in the crease of your being,
and your pulling and squeezing
in the surround that you are
swells me beyond me into you.
Then
one final epiphany
and you swallowing tenderly that
fleeting piece of me
that your mystery awakened.

Tempist

2006-06-23T11:16:00.000-04:00

out of the white blinding
tempest
you came to me;
you lent forward, through my indecisions,
into me,
and out of the storm.

i hung suspended from my self,
lost in a noose of smoke and doubt;
betrayed by knots and breath.

the snow blinded me, and still
i walked beyond the blizzard and frost,
into and out of a numb, futile quest.

i came back stinging,
skin washed out
eyes split, blinking loss and
ash.

but you without snare,
captured me, with
eyes of spring,
and palms that sprouted allure.

the sad story of my selkie

2006-02-02T12:29:00.001-05:00

you came from the twisting convulsive sea,
from waves shattering on rocks,
you appeared there on the desolate shore

sleek, skin glazed,eyes leaking sea, and loneliness
you shivered,
and shed your dark slick sea skin.

you left your fin folk, your home,
your fate,
for the longing of me.

on knees, body aching and stinging,
from a new world that cut like sheets of broken stones,
you offered your skin to me.

i in ignorance, turned away,
scared you with an indifferent heart,
bloodied you with silence.

you suffered beyond mortal pain,
beyond the agony of the loss of sea,
beyond the gift of your very skin.

you ponder, skin partially slipped on,
you waver in the maelstrom,
red hair streaming,
eyes leaking,
wounds still oozing cruelty of tongues,
and selfishness of an ignorant heart.

the fin folk clutch at your feet
when the waves break upon you.
yet now, i understand that gift of skin
from my selkie,

now to late,
as the sea takes her.
and i stand
sea braking against me,
eyes leaking,
wounds oozing,
aching in a world of sheets of broken stones,

the gale swallows my cry and plead for return,
and redemption.

the storm raged,
waves broke on the rocks
the shore remained desolate

my selkie

2006-02-01T10:00:00.001-05:00

now on the precipice of the sea
red hair twisted in the rage and despair
my selkie weeps, into the sea.

eyes devoid of spring,
only barren winter laying over the irish green.

still the fin folk call her name
singing of the comfort and release that the sea will give her,
and the escape that she desires.

spray stings her face,
whether sea or tears, her eyes leak both.

heart snapping, bloodless from to many leaking wounds.

skin in hand, tightly embraced,the storm rages.
and she sways in the gale,
skin in hand,
longing to slip into it,
and into the healing embrace of the sea.

twist

2006-01-31T14:18:00.000-05:00

all the bones that i know,
and in the loss of sea, and air
you , your body radiating beyond me,
the twist of air and raging tsunamis,
and i lost in the suckle of you breast.
the heat of your hand upon my head holding me ferm
pressing into your breast
i groaning, and longing for more,
you mone and gasp in your sleep.
finally my mouth releases and we turn to sleep.