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And That Sort of Thing

In serenity there is a tempest,
hidden beneath calm senses waiting exposure,
anticipating sensations of pleasure,
brief moments of love.

The knowing surrender before storm’s release,
a battle of wills on a bed of passion,
futile resistance cast aside by desire,
find humility.

Awakening the dormant beast of the soul,
sexual rage sleeping beneath a sedate smile,
metamorphose beneath the tortuous hand
unleashing passion.

Total exchange of power comes at a price,
the will to give freedom of flight is divine,
whispered voice found kneeling in subjugation
beg for honeyed release.

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  • Master Ktulu silver member
    July 19
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    Such a beautiful write.

    Awakening the dormant beast of the soul,
    sexual rage sleeping beneath a sedate smile,
    metamorphose beneath the tortuous hand
    unleashing passion.

    Loved the stanza above....after all, without the soul of a dom or sub,
    one is just pretending..lol


    **Master Ktulu**


  • BearWoman gold member
    July 15

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    Very nice. I like the flow and feel of this write. I particularly liked the imagery of "sexual rage sleeping beneath a sedate smile," as well as the entire second stanza. It presents an almost introspective glimpse into what BDSM can be about.

    Good work.