{"id":3407,"date":"2019-03-03T06:20:39","date_gmt":"2019-03-03T06:20:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=3407"},"modified":"2019-12-23T03:53:55","modified_gmt":"2019-12-23T03:53:55","slug":"four-poems-by-slave-breeze","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/four-poems-by-slave-breeze\/","title":{"rendered":"Four Poems by Slave Breeze"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Sonnet 2 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh fleeting moments lost and time forgot<\/p>\n

the gentle breeze doth stir my heart and soul<\/p>\n

but passing fancy leaves and all for naught<\/p>\n

and only Mistress ever makes me whole<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh glowing stars and moon She doth outshine<\/p>\n

and blooming rose, to Her, can not compare<\/p>\n

for tender petals subtle and divine<\/p>\n

are dull and drab beside Her beauty fair<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh shooting star that shines and fades to black<\/p>\n

is but a flash on blackness far above<\/p>\n

all beauty fades but Hers of Her whip\u2019s crack<\/p>\n

her service is my everlasting love<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I long to serve for all the days i see<\/p>\n

upon my knees for Her eternity<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sonnet 8 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Your unseen hands upon my naked skin<\/p>\n

make my pulse quick as fingers grace my thigh<\/p>\n

your probing touch reveals the slave within<\/p>\n

appraising me like something You did buy<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh my heart longs to feel Your binding touch<\/p>\n

and know the perfect truth that it implies<\/p>\n

that as Your slave You own me oh so much<\/p>\n

your wish commands my pleasure and my cries<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Please let me serve however You see fit<\/p>\n

please take me as Your humble shaven slave<\/p>\n

please break my will with harness, crop and bit<\/p>\n

please bless me with Your bidding, i so crave<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My need to serve, no explanation gives<\/p>\n

but it, for the interrogation, lives<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sonnet 9 <\/strong><\/p>\n

I tremble so to say Your name aloud<\/p>\n

and yearn to feel Your whip become my guide<\/p>\n

Your service does my happiness enshroud<\/p>\n

and in Your hand my freedom does reside<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am your dog so train me as You would<\/p>\n

and deal with me as though i were Your pet<\/p>\n

please punish me just like You know You should<\/p>\n

and brain wash me so i cannot forget.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

i quiver at the thought of Your caress<\/p>\n

i dream Your hands explore me like a toy<\/p>\n

i give to You my body to possess<\/p>\n

and yearn to have You ration out my joy<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Invade me, push me, bring me to my knees<\/p>\n

my broken will needs only You to please<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love Song for a Dark Secret<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Behind the water curtain<\/p>\n

beyond the yawning void<\/p>\n

lay an ocean he could not swim<\/p>\n

but only be carried by the currents<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She stands over him<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before he had an eye, he had no i<\/p>\n

before he saw the deepest green, he couldn\u2019t recall<\/p>\n

how he would cling, like a baby, like a devouring sweet tooth<\/p>\n

to that color, that blindness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Her wondrous rapture is more than any Goddess<\/p>\n

the slightest curve of Her smile, more than he could bear<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And the garden in the backyard of his boyhood home<\/p>\n

sweet glowing grass, that yields like a purring kitten<\/p>\n

a tender lavender tulip petal<\/p>\n

A rippling carpet of the deepest purest green ever,<\/p>\n

turned faded, washed out, sepia green soup<\/p>\n

a video of a Technicolor masterpiece<\/p>\n

oh for the garden, and it\u2019s calm cool waters<\/p>\n

in them he saw his reflection, his eyes saw his i<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

crack! the hard report of the paddle, ricochets off the wall<\/p>\n

and the ocean closes over his lips<\/p>\n

crack! again, so loud it squeezes his mind shut to the pain it causes<\/p>\n

a shoplifted glance over his shoulder into heaven\u2019s form and smile<\/p>\n

and then the waters rose<\/p>\n

a deep, dark, undulating sea of abyssal nothingness<\/p>\n

the deepest, most sorrowful, longing blue ever<\/p>\n

a woman over her child\u2019s grave<\/p>\n

he looked into the void but it does not look back<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and beneath the void is a bottomless well of black tar bliss<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

crack! and again, crack!<\/p>\n

squeezing, twisting his will in a clove hitch and tossing it into the forge furnace<\/p>\n

crack!<\/p>\n

numbing his mind<\/p>\n

crack!!\u2026Crack!!!\u2026CRACK!!!!<\/p>\n

then nothing.<\/p>\n

Her, beautiful voice<\/p>\n

the soothing, subtle, pianissimo from the choirs of cherubs<\/p>\n

floats to him on the back of her, slender, feminine fingertips<\/p>\n

gliding over his bare flesh, his legs, his cock, his ass<\/p>\n

he has never wanted for anything more from existence<\/p>\n

crack\u2026<\/p>\n

except that<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

by and by the peaceful garden drifts further and further away<\/p>\n

the tulip\u2019s petal long gone<\/p>\n

he looks into the void<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mistress stands over him<\/p>\n

the dark waters do not look back<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,865],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspired-by-goddess-marquesa","category-poems"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2FCuA-SX","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3407","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3407"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3407\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3683,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3407\/revisions\/3683"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}