Possessive Wretchedness

This poem will be a trigger for certain people.
Mom if you see this before I warn you not to read……do not read……I am working something out.
This is about abuse. 
This is a memory I am unsure of. However I keep coming back to it. As I said above to mom…..I am working on something. 
 
Came to me
middle of the night
took from me
sense of self
sense of me
before him
you did rape me.
Driving home
tears
broken heart
undecided
death would be preferable
but
could not do
to mother true.
Loved me she did
she does 
knowledge found
so much later
wish not to share
warned her
can only hope
these words
she reads not
but I need to bleed.
Coming home
three in front
red light
single girls
blaring music
his smile
my disgust.
Years later
so many years
I know not what to make
gnaws at me
this memory does
delve not deep
want to ignore
yet still…..
every time it does arise
tamp down I do
therapy taught me one thing
dig not
truth will come
hoping still
a nightmare undone.
©May 16/20
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Desire Alit

I know what to do.
I know how to make you smile
make your lip curl
no malice in your eyes
lust
desire
knowing tonight will be fire.
Tip of tongue
wrinkle of nose
strap slowly falls
looking at you
curtain of hair
parting slowly
tilt of head
your lips
your breath
swooning
grabbing your shoulders
your arms
needing to hold self up
groaning……
sweep me off my feet
carried to bed
set gently
fingers trail
body shaking
panting
stifled groans
until…..
my voice
gutteral
you laugh
not mockery
ownership
knowledge
play my body
tuned to your taste
wanton
I open myself to you.
Melding
take me away
out of myself
quiet voices clammering
shut the world out.
Languid
laying in your arms
sated smile
purring kitten
stretching
locked in your warmth
eyes slowly closing
secure
safe
satiated
until next the night falls.
©April 23/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #99-Untitled Poem

I use to never fear
I use to never look back 
you changed that
I use to never worry
I use to never…..
You came in
dove to an olive
hands held
spoke with divinity
making me your child
your disciple
your means to an end
plans oh so foul.
Creep
silent footfalls
peering here
gathering all the secrets there
returning
loyal lapdog
anything to retain your sick attention
to remain your favorite
even as you striped me of my innocence.
Hunger for acceptance
becomes vile hatred
set to side
found another
younger than I…..
younger than I when you took me
molding me
seductive innocence
striking blade.
I sit
your head upon my lap
your eyes sightless
stroking your hair
crooning to my precious
never aware
of just how insane I was.
©April 16/20
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Midnight Caller

Play a melody
tattoo a drum beat on my soul
gather my heart in your hands
handle with care.
Lost in your eyes
bewildered by your touch
where have you come from
night after night
arriving in my bed.
Hands caress
lips kiss
teeth nip
breath rasps.
Body arches
moans fill the room
lost in desire
lost in the senses
I give myself to you
abandon
take away the noise
take away the world
let me be me
let me have this space
if only for a bit.
Silent soul weeps
as you slip from beneath the sheets
I know it is time
for you to leave
to abandon
unable to catch me as I fall.
Yet still I welcome you
with warm arms
compliant thighs
when you do come to call.
©Jan. 21/20
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Lord of Ecstasy

Lipstick stained lips
brush scruffed skin
low moan of desire
nails raking down your back
as I tremble beneath you
legs wrapped around
screams erupt
I am…..
bliss.
Curled in your arms
safe from horrors
even if only for a time
I know that soon
you shall arise
taking my heart
taking my warmth with you
when you go.
Tears
leak slowly from my eyes
as pleasure abates
as I come back down to earth
to this reality
I do not want this fantasy to end.
Oh my Jack of Hearts
who stole all my tarts
bringing me to my knees
my soul
yours
cleave unto me my Lord.
Dreams come true
stars align
lover comes to me
once more
bending over
waiting for you to take me.
Jan. 20/20
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Interlude of Love

*****If you have not read the first five in the series please do so. They are meant to be read in order.*****
 
 
Wave after wave
delicious emotion
eyes wide 
mouth open 
no sound 
it is a surprise to you
that your legs have not folded
for there is no strength
there is nothing but Daddy
and the joy I bring to him.
Crawling next to him
body shaking 
nestled against his chest
he holds me
stroking hair
shoulder
kissing the top of your head.
There is this comfort
there is this need
a feeling of safety
a feeling as heady as the desire
the lust
that you share.
Once your body quiets
once your mind settled
it is Daddy’s turn for pleasure.
Wicked glint in your eye
seductive grin on your lips
lean in close
brush of your tongue upon his chest
feel him quiver
his grasp tighten
when he hears you whisper:
Relax Daddy
now it is my turn to play.
©Dec. 2/19
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Daddy’s Pleasure

Please note this is a continuation is a series. Prior to reading this poem you must read the four proceeding to understand the concept and meaning. These poems are sexual in nature between two consenting adults. Please consider this is a kink and do not judge.

I step back
babygirl remains
pressed to the wall
eyes wide
mouth moued
lips trembling
the heat of my body leaving yours.
My look
long and lingering
before I kneel at your feet
looking up at you.
I tickle my hands up your thighs
hearing your sounds
pleasured by your moans
until I come to your dripping lips.
With gentle care
I part them
before me your clit
hard
throbbing
needing my tongue.
That first flick
your legs begin to shake.
I slide two fingers inside
your warmth contracts
slick and wet.
I find your g-spot.
I feast upon the table
laden with sweet scents
salty tastes
golden blushed wine
gushing over my face.
I back away
still on my knees
looking up at you
adoring you
while you….
you are unable to move.
©Nov. 28/19
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