Photographer Lucien Terroir. Model Isis (Ornge4U)
I hunger the flesh
slithering
under my finger tips
carved and marked
bonded
with rope and chains
I crave your devotion
complying
to my worldly desires
clawed and captured
unravelling
perfect eager soul
I lust the moments
creating
by simple gestures
crawling and turning
positioning
My dedicated work of art
©Ranting Crow2014-’15
Your naughty sins a blessing
as they show themselves.
Come forth night and day
Addressing them
with a loving caring vigour.
I create the future
Of submissive perfection.
Guided willingly
without assumptions.
Embracing My ways
without question.
Trusting Me to see
the one you can become.
Bare skin showing
marks of the trials
washed with tears.
Limits pushed ahead
you can heal silently
in midnights embrace
of strong protecting arms.
Guided willingly
without assumptions.
Embracing My ways
without question.
Trusting Me to see
the one you can become.
With gratitude showing
confidence growing
You’re becoming mine.
Two living as one
we’ve become bonded
in mind and body
forging our trusted world.
Guided willingly
without assumptions.
Embracing My ways
without question.
Trusting Me to see
the one you can become.
©Ranting Crow2014-’15
Just something I wrote some time ago.
A little devious and devilish poem. That came together in a playful scene. I leave it up to the reader to decide what to think. How to feel. Or what the scene may have looked like. Though one can read it with out that knowledge and hear their own Inner Demon!
Click to enlarge. Artist Unknown
You can hear it
can’t you
You can hear Me
I am the one
whispering
you in your ear
Telling you to listen
Give in to
Me
Embrace
Me
You can feel it
can’t you
You can feel Me
I am the one
crawling under
your breaking skin
Becoming part of you
Changing
you
Devouring
you
You can hear Me
seducing you
to obey Me.
You can feel Me
moving you
to lust Me.
What are you
with Me
What be us
Without one
Or the other
What would
Become
Of you!
Without your
Master!
©Ranting Crow2014
Let me know what you thought.
Art by Hajime Sorayama
With body and mind.
My urges growing
lingering desires
take command
But you are unwary
of what is ahead
should I just take
you into my world
Fantasies of delight
tightening restraint
taking away your innocence
Your mind to, is whirling
dreams showing through
your glistening eyes
Not treading the shadows
Wild hungry kisses
taming your heart and body
feeding my every lust
The fire igniting
that weaken your knees
the space you enter
surrendering soul
Wrapped around with
controlling fingers
I seize offered treasure
Head pulled back
by the hair tangled fist
I feel your presence
as it enters my light
Final stage in motion
with trust shackled
bond silently forged
You become a part of me.
Forged in submission.
©Ranting Crow2014
Hope you enjoyed this little piece of poetry. It is about a topic some find controversial or even extreme. Now by asking questions one gains knowledge. So feel free to ask, question, comment or simply have something to say.
Tell me I’m your baby
and that will be enough for me
Tell me I’m enough for you.
Will you give me all
All I ever desire and want
Will I be everything in your life
let me know what belonging is
Caress my lips so that I may know
what true longing is about
Take me in your arms
I hold you in unseen bonds
Have you long for my touch
on your velvet lips
Belonging only to me
Tell me that you want me
and it will make me so happy
Tell me I’m the only one
I want your soul and body
to fulfil my needs with pleasure
On your very own journey
Let me know what loving is
Make my heart skip or raise my beat
and I shall never stray from you
take me like no other
A loving like no other, surreal
Knowing you inside out
Fulfilling your desires
And have your submission.
©Ranting Crow2014
Not what I was planning today but here you guys go. Another poem in conversation. I finished, this very afternoon.
May it have been to your liking. Again about something I do not talk about often. If you have questions or want to leave a comment be free to do so. Or send a message through the ‘Fly with me’ page.
best wishes
Ranting Crow
The Crow is a simple man who picks his brains and spills them across his blog. Blood turning into ink, his Clawed Feather moves around by heart and body forming the words. His various Brain Spills consist of Rants. Opinions, Thoughts, Stories and even some Poetry.
Feel free to read and share your thoughts. Show some guts, and let him suck up life's experiences. Altering earlier made opinions and share them again with you.
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