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Subject: {ASSM} To Own, To Dance, to Salivate (M/F erotic verse, light BDSM)
Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 18:10:02 -0500
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Please accept these 3 diVerse assaults on your sensitivities
Enjoy, give credit to my daft wading in the mire of a strange subconsciousness
and try not to sluice off from these brackish waters to other altered
uncredited versions of this.
Comments to daftwader@aol.com
To Own
An Owner's control,
Possesses you indelibly,
Exquisite moment;
So assiduous,
At unspeakable instants,
Master's lips torment
Gagged by velvet,
An inclination to turn,
Soft cries to pleasure.
Anxious bright eyes learn,
Entrancing notes of delight,
Owned forever.
To dance
Deride tempestuous storms,
Screams twist the heavens,
Plaintive and Ill-timbered,
Ringing out ever louder;
Harsh echoes created,
Grotesque rumbling hindered,
Her face a tearful match,
To misty rains that enshroud her.
Dissonant inclement groans,
Power beyond reasoning,
Colouring fearful servitude,
As she seeks improvement;
Submits with timorous fortitude,
At enlightenment's seasoning,
Metronomic palms create rhythm,
Pacing spasmodic movement.
Cry for terror at a little death,
Bent naked in rituals obscure,
Evocative, incendiary blows,
Strike to permit moans to escape;
Burn poppy strewn hillsides
Their imitation, other fires endured
A resonant, clacking dance,
Across an exposed landscape.
To Salivate
(Salivant)
Une belle femme sans âme
Meme si le coeur est serre
Elle est epatant.
Embrasse-moi encore.
Aimerais-tu des bises douces
Fremira le sang?
Je ne comprend rien,
Trouverais-je choses geniales,
Si je leche les doigts?
Perdue de nouveau,
Tu laisses anquietes pines tranquille
Remuant sous draps.
La foutre d'un homme,
Du liquide si nourissant,
Boisson chaud d'hiver
Que fais tu ici?
Je m'amuse comme d'habitude,
Avec ces mots et vers.
Daftwader
c1/00
Be kind to your web footed fiends
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