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Just A Thought

Sometimes I feel like giving up

If I were to disappear

Would you even notice

Would you care

That I’d

Gone?

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the Internet).

Through The Eyes Of A Goddess

He

Had called

Asking

For her help

She

Smiled as He spoke

Explaining

His quest

She

Arrived on time

Dressed

As He asked

Black

Leather and lace

Corset

Tight round her chest

Looking

She saw Him

Sitting

Quite proud

Eyes

On His little one

Stretched

Right out

Hearing

Her gasp

As

She stared at her beauty

Dark

Hair fanning over

Stark

White covers

Already

She desired the

Prize

Before her

Walking

Her hand running

Along

Her soft thigh

Over

Stomach and chest

Stopping

On shoulder

Eager

To taste

Bending

She kissed His

Little

One softly

Hearing

Him move at the side of the bed

Turning

Her eyes meeting His as her

Hands

Moved down

Finding

Soft heavy breast

Smiling

At the moan that she swallowed

His

Little one was keen

Eager

It seemed to be

Loved

By a woman

Who

Was happy to tease

Fingers

Did wrap

Around

Hard puckered peaks

Pulling

And pinching

Extracting

Soft sighs

Kissing

Her harder

Lust

Taking over

Noticing

The reactions

From

The tied young woman

Breaking

The kiss

Moving

Slowly down

Mouthing

Her nipple

Watching

Him stroke His long, solid length

Hand

Moving down

Hearing

Her groans as

Hand

Slips passed

Her

Hip and soft flesh

Stroking

Her thigh

Lips

Moving again

Down

Stomach towards

Her

Hot secret place

Breathing

In the scent of the woman’s arousal

Feeling

Her own juices flowing

Tongue

Parting lips

Searching

And finding

Bud

Oh so hard and inviting

Licking

Sucking

Fingers

Fucking

First

One and then two

Before

Adding another

Feeling

Her stretch

Around

Her fine fingers

Body

Was quivering

As

She explored

Fingers

Moving

Replaced

By tongue

Tasting

Fine essence that was

Already

Flowing

Fingers

Pinching

Hard

Aching bud

Her

Climax so close

She

Continued to lick

Rub

Squeeze and taste

Until

Finally her lovers

Climax

Did break

Filling

Her mouth

With

Warm slick honey

Lapping

Softly until her moment was over

Standing

She moved to kiss

Her

New lover

Taking

Her mouth

With

Sweet, loving passion

Fingers

Caressing her soft cheek

Thanking

Her master

For

Allowing her moment

Leaving

The room for Him to play

Wishing

She had been allowed to stay

Closing

The door

Softly

Behind her

Walking

Away from the house of her new lover

And

Her old Master

Her

Tutor and friend…

© S.J Warner 2014.

This piece is a different version of a poem that I wrote a while back and one that appeared in my book. I wanted to take the original and write different pieces from different POV’s, this version is wrote from the POV of the Goddess, there will be another piece wrote from Sir’s POV at a later date.

You can read all the original Goddess poems in Poetica, available now from Amazon and Createspace or go enter the giveaway to win a signed copy on Goodreads (giveaway open until June 8th 2014).

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

Changes

What had happened?

When did this begin?

The passion abated

No longer within

She longed for His embrace

To be slammed against the wall

To kissed until she was breathless

Maybe she wasn’t

Sexy enough

Maybe He didn’t

Love her anymore

As the years

Had slipped by

She had changed

No longer the slight

Young woman she had been

Now there were curves

And not all of them were in the right places

Her confidence was at an all time low

And His lack of passion just

Made her feel worse

She had explained

Had told Him

How she felt

But nothing had changed

The loneliness

She felt

Just increased

Day by day

Each day

The tears came

But only when she

Was alone

She hoped

And prayed

Things would

Improve because

She knew

She would die

If things stayed

This way

So she stood before the mirror

Taking stock of what she saw

Vowing to change

Vowing to win back His love

And her respect for herself

Today would be the beginning of a whole new her

She would win

Because she sure as hell refused to fail.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

The Ramblings Of A Mad Woman…Maybe

She sat there

Wondering if she was still suffering

With the depression that always

Hide waiting in the shadows

Her thoughts were filled

With a darkness

So intense

That it scared her

The pressure she felt

That came from within

Felt as if it was

Suffocating

She thought she had won

Thought the battle was over

But no,

The battle still raged inside

The voices in her head

That fuelled her work

Had once again turned

Against her

Whispering hate

Telling her she was no good

The tears she cried

Only fuelling the doubts

What if she was mad?

Oh God was she?

No she knew that wasn’t true

But then again…

She was scared of letting everyone down

Scared they would all say

I told you so

Scared of proving the voices right

But she was empty

Void of the good voices

The ones that pushed her

And made her the woman everyone saw

The confidence she’d once had in herself

Was in tatters again

Confidence in her work

In her appearance

The sensual woman she had

Become had gone

Scattered in the wind

Like leaves in autumn

But then maybe she was like a tree

Waiting for spring

And rebirth

Stronger than she believed

Able to stand there

Solid against even the biggest storms

Storms that tried to batter

And break her

But then again

Maybe her thoughts

Were just the ramblings

Of a mad woman…maybe?

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Top picture sourced from the Internet, bottom picture © SJW2014)

Two halves Of A Whole

Sleep clouded

Her eyes

As she lay

Wrapped in

White cotton

Her body

Aching

From their

Breathtaking evening

And His love

Flesh striped

And marked

Tender to the touch

But aching

For more

His passion

A drug to her

An addiction

A need

So powerful

Wincing

Moving to sit

White cotton

Falling with

A subtle hiss

Eyes locking

On his

Dressed all in black

Masterfully watching

His charge

In the high back chair

In the corner of the room

Guarding His little one

Whilst she

Slept

Leaving the bed

She walked

To Him

His hands pulling her

Down onto Him

Curled in His arms

Secure in their love

She sighed happily

Knowing she was

His little one

His protection

And love

Made her forget

The hurt, made her

Safe and secure

Her love

And the trust

She gave Him

Made His heart

Swell

Together they

Had found

Their matching half

Finally they had found

Their perfect one.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Pictures sourced from the Internet).

Peace And Harmony

The scent

Of leather

The swish

Of a crop

The joy

The excitement

The pleasure

To come

The feel

Of rope

The jangle

Of metal

The ecstasy

The freedom

These simple

Things bring

The mounting

The moving

The riding

The delight

At time

Well spent

The peace

The harmony

The bond

The trust

The love

That exists

When you partner

A horse.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the internet).

Black Satin

He stood behind her

Black satin in hand

Her heart rate

Increasing with

Anticipation

Would He bind

Her wrists

Or her eyes

Both taking

Control away

But in different

Ways

She held

Her breath

Waiting to see

Black satin

Ran over

Her flesh

Slowly caressing

And teasing

Before He

Took away

Her sight

Stepping away

Leaving her waiting

She calmed

Her breathing

As her senses

Heightened

Body tingling

With thoughts

Of where

He was

What He was doing

Listening

For telltale

Sounds

The growl

Of His

Seeming louder

Increasing her

Desire

His hands

On her shoulders

Pushing her forward

Feeling Him

Position Himself

Behind

Before plunging

Deep

His fingers

Roam from shoulders

To nipples

Teasing the

Tender, hard buds

Pulling out

Thrusting back in

Hands moving

Towards her

Engorged clit

And her throat

Enclosing one

Caressing the other

Ecstasy fuelling

Her moans

Thrusting

Plunging

Taking

What is

His

Giving as

Much as

He is

Taking

Driving

Them both

Towards

Release

Tempo always

Changing

Fast and powerful

Slow and deep

Long, caressing strokes

Short, powerful

Thrusts

Driving her close

Then bringing

Her from the edge

Before giving

Her the release

She needs

Teeth sinking

Into her shoulder

As He begins

To swell

And pulse

His silky essence

Joining her honey

Strokes now

Caressing

Them both

Down

From their

Intense and exquisite

Union.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the internet).

Giveaway

Ok so I finally got my ass in gear and sorted a giveaway on Goodreads. There are two signed copies of Poetica up for grabs, just head on over there by clicking the link below and enter.

Thanks in advance and good luck y’all

In A Darkened Room

Left alone

Her soul as dark

As the room

She knelt in

All their plans

Scattered to the wind

Their memories

Tainted by his final words

Surrounded by

The detritus of their love

Rose petals she had

Preserved with love

Crumbled around her

Turned to dust

His letters shredded and discarded

Just like her heart

Broken and humiliated

By words spoken

Destroyed and damaged

By lips that had once loved

Tears falling

Silently as she knelt

In that darkened

Room

Her madness

Consuming her soul

Madness caused

By his hatred

Alone

Rocking slowly

Her mumbled words

Betraying her pain

Just her thoughts

Keeping her company

There

In a darkened room.

http://youtu.be/CNPu58Sprkk

© S.J Warner 2014.

Thanks to Chris Kuhn http://chriskuhnauthor.com for posting the picture that inspired this piece on FB xxx

Haiku

Something I played about with a while ago that I’ve just found whilst sorting through some papers so I thought I would share it with you all, it was wrote for a course I was doing at the time and was inspired by the work of my friend PJ Bayliss http://peejaybayliss.wordpress.com

Soft fingers trace flesh

Delicate moans fill the air

Passion takes control

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the internet).