THE RIVER ACHERON.

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

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

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.

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.

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.