S.J. Warner's Blog, page 26

Drip, Drip

Drip, drip

Fire and ice combined

Hitting flesh as she lay confined

Black rope tightly binds

Pain and pleasure coursing through causing hips to grind

Drip, drip

Each drop brings a multitude of sensations

As He continues His exquisite, torturous experimentation

Ice and wax agonizing temptation

A rapturous, mind blowing sensual invasion

Drip, drip

Her mind taking over control

Whilst through her body ecstasy did roll

Each drop, each touch taking hold

Of her every emotion, of even her soul

Drip, drip

Her honey does pour

Moans and whimpers her only retort

As His fingers began to softly explore

Her muscles tighten, begin to contort

Drip, drip

Joyous ecstasy taking hold

His ministrations push her over the threshold

He waited patiently until her body controlled

Before taking her sight with a satin blindfold

Drip, drip

Slowly exploring with fingers and tongue

But He had only begun

To play, to tease and to softly strum

Until once more she was overcome

Drip, drip

With a thrust of His hips

He took her hard until their essence did mix

Exploding together like well times pyrotechnics

Finally he released her before softly kissing her lips.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Pictures sourced from Google).

It’s Coming…

You And I

This poem is a follow up to one that appeared as a guest piece on eye will not cry, that piece was called ‘Only know you love her, when you let her go‘ if you haven’t read it then may I suggest you click the link and read that first. Again huge thanks to J for allowing the original piece to appear on his blog, now I hope you enjoy ‘You And I’…

She had walked away

Leaving the collar and key on a table in His hallway

Walking away from all it represented

But she also left behind something on which she depended

Her heart

Nearly a year had passed by

Each day she had sat in silence to cry

She should have relished the freedom she had

Instead she found pain and was eternally sad

Her mind

Would continuously reflect

On whether He was ok or whether He wept

Her thoughts filling her mind with a perpetual hum

And because of that she had returned to the house she ran from

Her feet

Had carried her back to this place

Not knowing if He was here or if she had been replaced

She stood outside of the heavy, iron gates

Whilst inside her mind there was raging debate

Her fingers

Paused over buttons

Too scared to press yet the nerve she did summon

Struggling with how much she did tremble

With fear and doubt, emotions she had to trample

Her heart

Beating fast as she punched in the code

Silently praying he hadn’t change the one of old

Relief rushing through when the gates did part

She hoped this meant she was still in

His heart

Barefoot she walked across rain soaked grass

Pausing before the door made of glass

She heard the soft music

The love song that played now sounded melancholic

Breath held

As she stood there and listened

Whilst all around the ground seemed to glisten

Then she saw Him there

Sat in His favourite chair

Her core

Ached at the memories that rushed

Filling her head with nights full of lust

The vision of Him was now one of sadness and exhaustion

As their song played while he sat with his glass of Bourbon

Her tongue

Traced her lips as she remembered the taste

She knew now she was right to come back to this place

Without second thought her hand it did grasp

the handle, sliding with a whisper the heavy glass

Her feet

Carrying her to her Master

Where she paused, heart racing faster

Dropping to her knees

Hoping He would be pleased

Her eyes

Conveying words she could not speak

Watching His eyes become less bleak

A smile on His face

As He leant forward with grace

His hands

Reaching out, her waist He did entrap

Lifting her from the floor and on to His lap

His lips quickly possessed

With His kiss His love was confessed

Her soul

Soaring swiftly

All doubts lifting quickly

Held in His embrace

She gazed at

His face

“Sir I was wrong, that I know

To ever think that I could go

My heart belongs to you, it will always be yours

If you’ll allow me once again to serve.”

He sighed

Oh so faintly

As He kissed again, this time gently

Pulling her closer to His body, holding her tight

Letting go of His little one had never felt right

Their hearts

Once again attuned

As the voice from the speakers continued to croon

Their song, a story of lovers

That were made for each other.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTqIepbBfC4

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from Google).

One Perfect Knight

She missed him

That was all

She could never tell him

Never never send out that call

Memories of his touch

His hands upon her breasts

Sometimes was too much

Causing pain within her chest

She missed the sound of his voice

Whispering sweet messages in the dead of night

But she hadn’t any choice

Had to free her valiant knight

Had to free him from the bonds of love

Set him free to find the one

Her love for him just wasn’t enough

The man that held her, he had won

Every day she thought of him

Shedding tears in silent moments

As she wondered what he was doing

Whilst she sat around dripping with diamonds

She would be loyal and worship her king

Until the day she died

But on her soul he had impinged

To the knight of old her heart would always be tied.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from google).

Beneath The Mask

Just like a peacock

Your beauty is your secret

You primp and preen

Aiming for the perfection of a porcelain figurine

Until you’re happy with the mask

Each brush stroke is your task

Hiding the imperfections

In your natural complexion

Improving things with false additions

Something that you have been conditioned

To do from an early age

Your aim in life to upstage

But you hide the beauty inside

The mask you wear helps people decide

What they think of you before they get to know you

Your mask becoming your interview

Seeing you as an object

Not a person that’s complex

Or one that has feelings

Their snide comments pull on your heartstrings

But you don’t let them see

Crying instead privately

Believing the harsh words

Thickening the mask because of the hurt

But remember

The peacocks feathers are all for display

The female’s beauty she underplays

Her heart is the beauty she truly possesses

Her outer beauty she suppresses

She doesn’t worry about her appearance, doesn’t give her cause to stress

Because after all

Beneath the all beauty

The peacock is dripping

Beneath it all

He’s still just a chicken!

© S.J Warner 2014.

Picture © S.J Warner.

Wicked Games

Recently I was lucky to be asked if I would be willing to write a ‘duet’ poem with a very talented gentleman. This is my first duet poem and it was huge fun to write, I can not thank Der Erzahler enough for being patient with me and for talking me through the process.

So here you are, I hope you enjoy. Just so you know the lines in italic are DE’s, all others are mine.

The games they had played has been fun at the start

But that was before he had broken her heart…

He consumed all she had like the finest of wine

Entangling her emotions in his wicked designs

Leading her quickly into feeling secure

Plying her with gifts and her favourite liqueur…

Telling her things never before heard

Spinning a web of silver-tongued words

Filling her with dreams of love and happily ever after

Dreams he snatched away with evil laughter

She began to question her own name

Her sense of reality splitting from all of his games

Something deep inside her snapped

When he walked away leaving her heart so cracked

She followed him discreetly and silently waited

Consumed by thoughts of the man she now hated

The plans she had made began to darken

As she palmed the axe she had lovingly sharpened

There was no mistaking the gleam in her eye

As she hefted it with an audible sigh

Her eyes adjusting to the cloudy gloom

As she crept silently into his room

Feeling the knife in her heart make one final twist

Finding him wrapped up with his latest tryst

Her anger erupting like fervent lava

The sharp blade wielding it’s unforgiving karma

Slicing through air and thread

Turning the room from muted gray to red

Their screams soon becoming a deathly silence

Her anger abating with horrific violence

Watching him breathe his last breath, finally dying

Only then did she breakdown and begin crying

The man she had loved, her hearts possessor

Would never return to her, gone forever

All of this due to wicked games of the heart

With false promises that they would never part.

© S.J Warner & Der Erzahler 2014.

Picture from Pinterest, source uncredited.

The Darkness Within

Through mists of time

And damage untold

A glimmer of hope

Does light behold

Through black endless corridors

Of nightmares firm grip

Where creatures so sinister

Tell you to sip

The toxic potion

That the Satan did mix

With hooves that were cloven

As he sat aside the river Styx

Running mindless

Through never ending passageways

Chased by creatures that were shapeless

Silently you begin to pray

Prayers that were answered

For the light that evaded

That had seemed to move backwards

Began to push through all the dark barricades

The brightness

Almost blinding

As a brilliant white sorceress

Who’s beauty was outstanding

Held out a hand

Pulling you from air as thick as molasses

Her magic turning creatures all fanged

Into piles of ashes

Finally safe

In the arms of an angel

The darkness now becoming a haze

As all around sprites did twinkle.

© S.J Warner 2014.

Photograph © Pete Inman.

Thank you so much Pete for giving me permission once again to use your wonderful photographs.

When Darkness Falls

The sun began to fade

Encircling the world with shade

Darkness beginning to blanket

The earth stealing the enchanted

Glow of the suns final rays

Each minute making the loneliness

Bleed it’s corrosiveness

Deep into the heart

Pulling further into the dark

Recesses of the soul

The oppressive blackness

Nothing more than a festering abscess

Eating away at the psyche

It’s power so mighty

Causing terror deep within

Curled up in a ball

Hiding, becoming so small

Until a glimpse so diminutive

Of light that dispels the negative

It’s lustre breaking through

Until heavenly light

Brings pure delight

Spreading it’s wings

Causing souls to sing

As dawn advances through the gloom.

© S.J Warner 2014.

Photographs curtesy of © Wakes World Photography.

Huge thanks Steve for giving me permission to use your wonderful pictures again.

Summer Breeze

Summer sun that had warmed the ground

Made bearable by the soft zephyr

That blew around

Each breath made the air seem fresher

The leaves and grass

Danced gently with the breeze

Whispering quietly as the soft wind passed

It seemed as if the earth did breathe

They had walked hand in hand

Until they came to the barn

Ideas that appeared began to expand

As they looked at the building that was filled with charm

The solid old stone

Weathered and worn

Soft green in places where moss had grown

Surrounded by a tangled mess of hawthorne

Yet it was the oak that grew nearby

It’s grandeur and strength catching her eye

Images of a swing hung from a limb

Of childish laughter as over ground they did skim

Dreams she held as her hand ran across

Her swollen stomach so filled with love

Hidden beneath soft cotton cloth

A gift so precious placed in her trust

Dreams of picnic’s beneath

It’s splendorous shade

That would provide blessed relief

Until the heat did fade

His arms wrapped around

Holding her with care

Both of them seemed completely spellbound

By the place of perfection that they found just there

A home they would make

With pleasure

No haste

From the building that was old and yet so ornate…

© S.J Warner 2014.

Photo © Wakes World Photography huge thanks to Steve for giving me permission to work with this photo. If you would like to see more of his fabulous photos please head on over to his website and if you’re on Facebook why not give his page a like, I promise his photographs are beautiful.

The Right Path?

So long she had walked this road

The twists and turns had sometimes been hard

But her footsteps they had slowed

Her way now seemed barred

The sense of bewilderment

Overpowering her soul

Her body completely spent

Life flashing by out of her control

The pathway before her no longer clear

So many different directions she could turn

Each one holding so much fear

Her mind unable to discern

Which path would lead her

And her heart to happiness

Her mind and vision a blur

The correct path hard to choose through all the mess

As she stood there at the crossroads

Lost and alone

Faith in the world erodes

The pain she felt was all her own

No one could save her from her fate

Decision made

Each step she hoped would take her from all the hate

As she walked she silently prayed

Prayed she had made the right choice

Hoped the path she took would lead her to joy

All around she could hear a whispered voice

Whispering it’s desire to destroy

She knew then she had taken the wrong path

Knew she would forever wonder this path of distress

Leading herself open to his wrath

As his poison began to infest

Her soul forever tormented

Set to wonder lost in the mire

Her once happy soul now demented

As her body was taken by the devil’s fire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C29Cip5btQQ

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Pictures sourced from the internet).