In Your Desperation.

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

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

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

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

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.