Her Surrender His Art (Poem)

[Ma****]

So she holds on tight, to the love she desire
Through the *** is pleasure, that sets her on fire
Her submission a journey, that makes her entire
Their love a story, that will never expire
A tale of two hearts, that will forever inspire

He speaks and she melts, with a whisper—a glare
She kneels in the dark with silk in her hair
Her breath becomes music, her moan is a choir
Each cry a confession, each gasp lifting higher

He binds with a purpose, not rope but with will
She aches to be used, to be broken and still
His voice is command, his gaze is the pyre
That burns off her doubts, leaves nothing but fire

They dance in the dark, in a rhythm so tight
Her surrender his art, her *** his right
No safe word is spoken—not needed, not near
Because love is the leash, and trust kills the ***

[ba****]

Wow. That describes it so perfectly!!!

[Deleted Member]

This is so beautiful you have such a way with words and great descriptions of scenarios

[De****]

Very beautifully put, but isn't her Surrender equally an art? Without that you are nothing. I do, however, like the context very much!

[Sa****]

Its beautiful but I wish it wasn't filtert. It messes with the poem. Maybe try to use words that you don't feel the need to filter

[Ma****]

3 hours ago, DevilWearsNada said:

Very beautifully put, but isn't her Surrender equally an art? Without that you are nothing. I do, however, like the context very much!

Surrender is definitely an too, and I will write about that too in the future

[Ma****]

2 hours ago, Saphireblue said:

Its beautiful but I wish it wasn't filtert. It messes with the poem. Maybe try to use words that you don't feel the need to filter

Yes, I still am figuring out what words FET filters Because it's a bit stupid, it even filters day to day words like *** and ***!

[Sa****]

I didn't realize Fet had those kinds of filters