Submissions by SweetOblivion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
In the country
When looking at a country setting, some
May see the fields and watch a wandering stream
Meander slow, wondering where it’s come
From; and whether the water is quite clean
Enough to scoop up with their close-cupped hands:
The chillness dripping from their fingertips;
They’ll see the ancient bridge and how it spans
Both pasture and meadow, as the time slips
At a bucolic pace; but I observe
A place to press you down into the dirt
And have you in the mud of any field;
I’ll take you hard in meadows; it may hurt,
Unless resistance ceases as you yield...
May see the fields and watch a wandering stream
Meander slow, wondering where it’s come
From; and whether the water is quite clean
Enough to scoop up with their close-cupped hands:
The chillness dripping from their fingertips;
They’ll see the ancient bridge and how it spans
Both pasture and meadow, as the time slips
At a bucolic pace; but I observe
A place to press you down into the dirt
And have you in the mud of any field;
I’ll take you hard in meadows; it may hurt,
Unless resistance ceases as you yield...
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A Great Idea
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Frustration
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Being His
Being his slave what should she do, but wait
Upon the man's desire until he's done
All that he'd do - she would not hesitate
To follow all his orders. He's the one
She'll serve, until she's finally dismissed
To take herself away to lurid dreams;
Know that her service is a form of tryst
Between them, for she so enjoys his schemes;
He plots to use her, forcing her to find
The chains and bonds he'd wrap her in to fit
Her better than the reveries her mind
Would stage, which are played out. She'll sit
And serve and tease and...
Upon the man's desire until he's done
All that he'd do - she would not hesitate
To follow all his orders. He's the one
She'll serve, until she's finally dismissed
To take herself away to lurid dreams;
Know that her service is a form of tryst
Between them, for she so enjoys his schemes;
He plots to use her, forcing her to find
The chains and bonds he'd wrap her in to fit
Her better than the reveries her mind
Would stage, which are played out. She'll sit
And serve and tease and...
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Nocturne
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Who cares about her flaws?
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A little death
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The hanging and the whore
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Moisture
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Late Summer
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Looking Away
She looks away in profile and she sees
His eyes admire her form and disposition;
Her lips are moist and welcoming. They’ll please
Him very well indeed. His erudition
Can be put to one side, as she presents
Her lips, which part to offer him ingress;
And she enjoys the sigh as he contents
Himself within her mouth.
So, let him press
Himself against her lips and let her tongue
Wrap his in such a hug, he won’t escape
Until he has enriched her and had fun;
And held her to his form, pushing the nape
Of...
His eyes admire her form and disposition;
Her lips are moist and welcoming. They’ll please
Him very well indeed. His erudition
Can be put to one side, as she presents
Her lips, which part to offer him ingress;
And she enjoys the sigh as he contents
Himself within her mouth.
So, let him press
Himself against her lips and let her tongue
Wrap his in such a hug, he won’t escape
Until he has enriched her and had fun;
And held her to his form, pushing the nape
Of...
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Burned
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DU Poetry : Submissions by SweetOblivion