The Bonding (January poetry contest entry)
The Bonding
As you worry, my love
I understand
Even you do not know
Is it fear or excitement
That makes you tremble?
Give me your hands
As I bind them, my love
I understand
Your need won’t let you say no
As I lay you down
Your arms above you
Give me your body
As you lay there, my love
I understand
The helplessness frees you
Your body relaxes to the touch
I smile, I explore, I take
Give me your lust
As you moan now, my love
I understand
This is our bonding
I have bound you for me
You have permitted me this gift
Two hearts beat as one
Give me your soul
Bound (January poetry contest entry)
You can rope and tie me
You can cuff and confine me
You can hang me out to dry
But that does not bind me
You can gag and blind me
You can shackle and twine me
You can leave me till I cry
But that does not bind me
You can fetter and chain me
You can tether and restrain me
You can make me want to die
But that does not bind me
There is a look
A meeting eye to eye
A view into my soul
A clamp upon my heart
There is a smile
A simple word
A gentle passing touch
A depth of trust
Transcending lust
These have me bound
Deeper than any physical tie
Tie Me Down (January poetry contest entry)
Tie Me Down
There’s nothing more lovely than this
The heat of your hand that leads the line
How it holds me tight, hugging me so
A kiss of the cord, and the body it binds
Hide my eyes from the light, don’t want to see
With a heart wide open, I lay encased, adorned
Every fasten placed in perfect compassion
Ravage the senses and be reborn
Breasts bare, lovely bound, to rise with every breath
My wrists that ache behind me, such sweet, hopeless vain
I’ve longed to be free and found freedom in your ties
Don’t let me go, wrap me tight, learn to love the shame
In my sweet darkness and the art of this prison
Of the ropes that hold me that I ever adore,
I give myself to you, my bonds, my submission
Don’t let me go, keep me here, tied to you forevermore
Consumption (poetry contest entry)
"Hello, sweet slave..."
A soft, lingering kiss to her bare shoulder
The delicate skin,
Warmed with addictive taste to His lips.
Her satin lips brushing along the skin of His neck
Warm breath teasing His senses
As her tongue snakes along His ear;
The giving and taking of pain, an aphrodesiac on its own.
Warm, demanding fingertips, tracing the soft curve of her breast
As she termbles with the erotic onslaught
And presses closer, meeting His broad hand.
Pulling her close, kissing her tenderly as He claims her mouth again.
What she feels for Him,
An explosion to the soul, all engulfing;
His kind hands caressing the soft skin of her thighs
Adjusting her young body on His lap, feeling that heated throbbing between His legs.
Parting her bared thighs, exposing the warm mound of her dark heaven
Hardened flesh pressing to sweet, wet, scorching lips
A soft gasp of pleasure escaping her as
His hands move over her heavy, firm breasts.
Strong hands lowering to the generous curve of her hips
Feeling the throbbing heat of His body slip
To the dripping depths of her sweet need,
A quiet whimper from her lips, as He slides deeper...
His hungry mouth tasting hers, with
The consuming heat of their erotic passion
Her body pushed forward against His desk
Muscled hand gripping a tight mass of her soft hair.
Her dark, hungry eyes close, feeling the
Insatiable throbbing of His hunger, His need
Buried inside of her tight being
The steady pulse of His heartbeat so fulfilling.
Feeling the hot, wet, sensual pleasure of her body
A low cry erupts from her soul
Feeling, enduring, remembering
Her body tightening, in a futile attempt to seal part of Him inside of her.
Two bodies, aching to please and feel
Panting with hungered need,
The hard cool wood against her delicate breasts
His large body looming over her, holding her.
Her body trembling with the sensation
As He forces her to endure this intensity
While He plunges deep, moving her body with the strenth of Him
Coating His quivering hunger with her silken warm desire.
Her body pressing back to meet the brutal fucking nature
Trembling as she moans, His hand pressed to her back;
The feel of a silk tie linked gently around her neck
Cool against the heated, needful skin.
Each hard thrust of His hips, pressing her thighs close to the edge of the desk
Tears streak her tender face, feeling
The long, languished fucking
The tender strokes...
The soft metal of a stapler brushing lightly over her pale back
Jumping softly with the sensation
As he slows, feeling every gentle stroke of His hunger
Tracing letters along that precious skin, metal against her body.
P...A...I...N
A soft kiss to her back, her neck, her cheek
As she cries out, pressing hard to the desk
The sharp pain of the staple sinking deep to her skin, as she screams quietly in pain.
Drops of crimson blood against pale, glowing flesh
His soft lips placed over the wound
Fucking her hard, her body bucking gently with each thrust
As smoldered tears streak her pale angel's face.
The silken tie tightening hard around her throat
Her eyes widening gently, her nails digging to the desk
His sharp teeth pulling the staple from her back
Sucking drops of scarlet need to His lips.
That dark pleasure coursing through them both
As His warm breath trails over her delicate skin
Feeling His need swell inside of her
Crying out in pain, in tormenting release.
Struggling softly against the tie around her throat, feeling the digging pain
Trembling hard against the surface of His desk
The cool mahogany against her skin
While He explodes within her body.
Filling her so completely, the power within crests and breaks them both
The tie loosened softly, as she coughs, gasping
Surrendering to Him
As the kiss is tenderly broken.
Whispering soft words of comfort to her ears
Gently lifting her limp body from the desk,
Holding her close as he cradles her to His heart
Breasts rising and falling as she breathes, safe, loved, treasured.
copyright © Tracey Cobb
