La DolceVita ~ Sweet Life

Heart in a bog, mind in a fog,
So many bubbles still trouble
From last night’s escapade,
And it’s too damn bad you paid
Such a high price for half-nice
In twice the number of drinks
It usually takes
To sink your prey…
What’s her name? Brey? Kay?
You rub your eyes in dismay;
She’s still here and you fear
She might want to stay the day,
But dammit! that’s not your way;
You bought her for the night,
And she was alright,
Now you want her out of sight!
Time for her to dress
And make quick flight…
Oh, but your head is spinning;
You’re not winning this game
Of waking up —
Your brain baking —
You sure as hell can’t tame
This throbbing in your head
As you sit naked on the edge
Of your bed… Ah! but the pill
That will still all the clanging
And banging in your skull —
Your heart doesn’t matter,
Because you threw away that part
Long ago in the grand show
Of half-life with good times
As numinous clock chimes
With each passing year
With nothing near dear,
Just another night-blight
Of la dolce vita … sweet!

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For Fame and Acclaim

Go ahead, strike a pose!
No one knows who you are
In this quixotic little bar;
Go ahead, untame yourself
Like uncontrolled flame,
After all no one will blame
Cause the name of the game
Is fame, my slipshod dame!
Go ahead, undress yourself
And press into the crowd;
They’re a loud, proud bunch,
Ready for the punch-crunch
Because they’re all drunk
And sunk into the mire afire,
Ready for a fast-blow show,
So trot on up to the stage,
You’re surely the right age;
So jump, prance and dance,
Cause they need no one fancy
To fulfill their lurid fantasy;
Yeah, I guess I will confess
That success begins with skin,
And the more shown, the more
You score with this loud crowd;
You’ve just got to sell yourself
To hear the hell-bell of success,
Then fame is yours with no one
To blame … except yourself
Buried then in your own shame.

Sélená the Untamed Wild

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Hear my promise to you to show you my love, my dove,
As sacred rhythms float gently thru the air carefree,
And I wrap myself around you like an alluring coat;
Dear boy, shed not one tear and be not drear, but hear
What I whisper promise in your ear; no need for fear
Child, meek and mild… I am Sélená the untamed wild,
My passion unchained, gateway opened wide for you
To enter in and abide inside of me, and to be clothed
In my warm flesh, fresh and nourishing, tightly bound
And rightly held as we meld together as one underneath
Bright shining Sun; this affair has only begun, my love!

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Tease: ‘With the Wind, My Friend’

Where do you begin and where do you end?
Yes, you say, ‘with the wind, my friend;’
But who knows where the wind blows?
You show me you intimacy, sweet delicacy,
Magnificently interwoven so infinitely
Lovingly and just a little impudently,
And teasingly, too, for this is the you
I know and love from above, bitter dove;
But where ~ here or there ~ do you begin
And end, and why at height of ecstasy do
You send me away and hold me at bay?
Cruel like the wind that wraps but never
Holds; too bold, you leave me in the cold.

Oh where do you begin and where do you end?

Dominatrix: Humiliation & Degradation

Warning: If Offended by Erotica, Do Not Read

 

You tried when you tied my hands behind your back,
And made me kneel to you to steal all my innocence;
No defense against your naked essence; my weakness
Shamefully shown; you laughed and it was blown away
That day in your dank keep, when my milk seeped out
All for your good pleasure, from your chained treasure;
Measured me for sake of humiliation in degradation,
And there was no love at all as you stood tall above,
And scorned me and my then-wilted tree for all to see;
How could I hold on with you so strong and ever-bold;
You told a story of conquest as I curled in your nest
Like a little bird, and no one heard my cry . . .
Except you, my power-mistress, writer of my distress.

Note: After visiting the sadomasochist site of one fellow-blogger,  I left wondering if I could pen poetic-erotic centered upon the dominatrix.  How well I’ve executed this, I suppose, only time and my reader-followers can tell!