Poetry

The Red Paddle

Krystal rose

Clear glass case

When You look at them

Do You see me?

On my hands and knees

ass bared, soul bared

underneath the Red Paddle

 

Love and pain

pain and Love

each man’s destiny

Aren’t they here?

Perfectly alloyed

in my heart, in my soul

underneath the Red Paddle

 

Strong Right Hand

bright pink flesh

As the contact lands

How much? How many?

Ever i remain

captive heart, captive soul

underneath the Red Paddle

 

 

Pawn

 

In The Night

In the night.

Something.

A whisper.

“Yes Goddess, i will remain asleep”

Breath tingles my ear.

A whisper.

“Yes Goddess, i love You”

A finger tip upon my cheek.

A whisper.

“Yes Goddess, i will serve and obey”

A touch so intimate.

A whisper.

“No Goddess, i can never escape”

A kiss.

A whisper.

“Yes Goddess, forever”

i sleep.

 

slave mike

Rainy Day Goddess (a poem; with apologies to Waylon Jennings)

Rainy Day Goddess

 

Are You a woman? A Goddess?

No more or less

Than both the same

In one fair frame.

How could light so Divine

Sparkle and shine

But from a woman’s heart? Read more…

Rainy Day Goddess

 

 

Are You a woman? A Goddess?

No more or less

Than both the same

In one fair frame.

How could light so Divine

Sparkle and shine

But from a woman’s heart? Read more…

Four Poems by Slave Breeze

Sonnet 2

Oh fleeting moments lost and time forgot

the gentle breeze doth stir my heart and soul

but passing fancy leaves and all for naught

and only Mistress ever makes me whole

 

Oh glowing stars and moon She doth outshine

and blooming rose, to Her, can not compare

for tender petals subtle and divine

are dull and drab beside Her beauty fair Read more…

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