New Poetry Images

Today, I am working hard at completing a book compilation of my poetry with the images as I have posted on my Twitter page.  Most of these were written to poetry prompts. And they are all under my copyright.  I hope you enjoy them.  Soon my book of poetry, Echoes of the Soul, will be out and available for purchase.

In the Dark of the Night

All That I Am

Once Upon a Time

Tears I Shed

Stories Told

Words of Love

Want more? Watch for the release of Echoes of the Soul!

Camille

Sir's Beads

Sir's text told her what he desired,
Her heart stopped at his words.
The thoughts of his touch and
His desire of her, her Sir
Her trust in him
Brings her to her knees.
He comes to her and bids her rise,
The scene begins with
The pull of the beads.

The pull of the beads twirled her
And threw her face down on the bed.
Sir took each single strand and wrapped her arms and wrists to each other.
Her body glistened with beads of sweat
As she waited, not seeing his intent.
She felt the pull of her legs open wide.
His hands lifting her hips, bringing her
Back to her knees, exposing her, Vulnerable to his control.
His fingers toy with her bringing her
Further to ecstacy.
One strand left that hung from her waist
Inserted into her wet pussy.
She gasped at the cold entering and
The sensation of the beads inside.
Opening her legs even wider,
He fingers her, toying with the beads
As they pressed into her clit
Moving in and out
Making her writhe with desire.
Leaving the one strand,
He makes his entry with his
Hard enlarged cock.
She hears his gasp as he feels the pressure,
Beads against cock, against clit.
The inner massage of the beads
As he moves in and out,
Thrusting harder and deeper inside.
She's filled and is on the brink of orgasmic crest,
He thrusts deep holding to the end of the strand.
He thrusts deeper,
"Cum for me now, Little One! "
She bursts into the abyss,
He pulls the strand at that perfect moment,
He thrusts deeper and cums harder with
The sensation.
She cannot move, has no voice.
She only feels his pulsating throb
As he empties himself in her.
It all started with the pull of the beads.

CWylde ⓒ 09 / 05 / 14

Memories

In the quiet of the dream
Exists the clouds of memories
Buried in the depths of the scream
Silenced in the haunting melodies
Of one who finds her solace
In emptiness of the night.
Her creation so flawless,
The dark truth sees not light.

CWylde ⓒ 08 / 31 / 14
Image by Freddy Camargo Photography

Purple Bodaciousness

The Tempest Inside

The Master was there long ago
But left when the Apprentice raged
They didn't know
The Sorceress watched tempest blow.

The Apprentice failed in his task,
The Master knew he would.
The Sorceress need only ask
For the Master, if she could.

The Master calls now,
Dare she turn back to long ago?
Fate reminds her of the vow,
The elementals, the path will show.

She turns to one who was strong
Begging for an answer true,
But he listens to another song.
She sighs, if he only knew.

Her love is strong,
Her trust is broken,
If she leaves, his life won't be long,
No words will be spoken.

The Master comes soon.
Does her Love see her pain?
No, he sees another, his doom.
The Sorceress leaves, her bain.

Tears flow from her eyes,
From the pain of letting go.
Her Love didn't realize
He just didn't know.

My Sir

My Sir

No Apologies

In a world of black and white,
Gray areas in her life
Bound her in ribbons so tight
No one could see her strife.
And yet, she refused to budge,
Bound by strict boundaries
Not revealing too much,
Her life, no apologies.

CWylde ⓒ 08 / 18 / 14
Image - Ani Kaspar