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They do not know

They said I didn’t want you

They lied

They said I would never support you

They don’t know

What we have built together

what storms we weathered together

What passion and unabashed extasy

we shared.

They do not know. You do.

Come to me and lay underneath the night sky

As the stars write what others wish they knew

I’ll be at StarsRite.com when you decide to follow

Virgin Lips No More

There are points of innocence in life
Where the time is lost
and purity is so divine
sometimes, losing it has a cost

It’s like walking up stairs
No one has ever touched it before
once you’ve placed your footprint
it’s changed forevermore

Untouched from another
leaves innocence in place
The darkness knows the light
it wants a taste

Leaning in with fear in the air
With a whispered promise to take care
“Give me the first taste of sweet virgin lips”
He pulls back, deciding if…

The darkness should be the first to taste
Or wait for another with his gift

Darkness realizes too much thought is in his head
Grabbing and plundering his mouth, she took instead
The timidity and uncertainty of unpracticed tongue
Was replaced with hunger the longer it went on

Another part became alive
Wanting to feel what it had been deprived
Darkness pulls back, looking in dazed blues
When you’re ready
I will take that, too.

Chain Me To The Bed (Poem)

Chain me baby to the bed
Let me drink in your intense scrutiny
Chain me baby to the bed
So I cannot break free from thee

Tempt me to the point
That prayer will not save me
Break me to the point
Let the demon out and play with me

If you hear me scream
Do not stop I beg of you
If you see I begin to cream
I’ll only do it for you

Take me to a height
That I cannot see reality
Take me here tonight
I promise to leave with my sanity

Chain me baby to the bed
Make it good and tight
Chain me baby to the bed
Take what you will I give up the fight.

That is all I have time for. Nite Nite.

Hypo Frost Magazine is Live

Hi, I have finally launched my Literary Magazine. Hypo Frost Magazine. Talented poets and writers contributed their talents to make this a successful launch. Follow the link below to have a look at it for free. hypofrostmagazine.com/issues/

I hope you will enjoy it.

Submissive Confession

Confess to me

In this space of secracy

What you tell me will be

between you and me

Make it a true confession in the end

You will be taught a lesson

Bless me mistress for I have sinned

You have started out perfect

Continue…. begin

I have thoughts

I have wants

desires

Impurity

is going to throw me into the fire

You’ll burn with what I give you tonight

Kneel before me enjoy my bite

Before we begin

I deserve a token

open my robe lean in

Place a kiss for words that were spoken

You did that so beautifully

The strap I picked out is more for me

Than you, you see

count it out and when were done

I will allow absolution to come

“One…….”

You Lie

Gently Coaxing a Submissive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny9NOggPbK8

Your Youth
Your Innocence
Your Essence
Will become mine

When you walk through the door
Leave what you know
Discard the purity

Let me lead you into my world of depravity
Don’t fear
Don’t doubt
It’s not as bad as it’s talk about

Take a step
Then another
That’s good
Come a little further

What we do
What is said
Will go no further than
These four walls and that bed

I understand
You are allowing this liberty
Do you see where you stand?
You now belong to me!

Silver Fox and The Huntress

This is the full story. I posted part one here and this has the whole story.

The Silver Fox and The Huntress

Let me tell you a story about the great silver fox.

You may think this is an animal that runs in the woods. In the wild, and well, I don’t want to dispute that.

These woods are made of concrete and steel. The huntresses have set out in search of the Silver fox.
Legend has it that the reason he has survived so long was due to his virility.

He’s cunning and adaptable. Says all the right words and touches all the right places.

The moon is full tonight, and the huntress is on a mission.

Will she be able to capture this fox?

The huntress, unbeknownst to the fox, enters the concrete woods.
She was prepared.

Lips as red as the sweetest berries on a bush.

Eyes lined to perfection that even the queen, Cleopatra herself, would be envious.

Hair smooth, thick, and long. That when she walks, it’s like watching pure seduction as it sways.
The huntress had one last weapon. You can call it the smoking gun.

The dress she wore was so tight and the slit so high that no one, absolutely no one, could tear their eyes away from her.

The silver fox happened around the corner and stopped,

His urge to run from danger was strong, but she did not have any of that.

“So you are the great silver fox I have heard so much about.”

He stood there paralyzed and hypnotized by the eyes sinking into his soul.

“I see you’re at a loss for words. I think I should make you speak in tongues.”

The huntress did something that the fox would have never in a million years expect. She leaned in, pressed her perfect breast into his chest, and instead of giving a kiss, she licked his lips, leaving a trace of sweet honey.

The fox cannot snap out of it. She was skilled in the hunt.”

“Do you like the flavor of that fox? I have something sweeter for you. All you have to do is follow me.”

(part 2 is coming)