A Ship Without Her Rudder

A ship without her rudder,
Without her compass,
Losing her North, lost, floating without direction.
She's strong and can weather
The storm, without a doubt,
But she'll remain lost,
No way to find her home.
So a sub without her Dom.
She's strong, but without her
Rudder, her compass, her North,
Her way home is lost at sea.
Hear this lesson well, my friend,
If you choose a Dom to be,
Be there, guide your sub,
Be her rudder, her compass, her North,
She gave you her submission,
She trusted your pledge to
Protect and care for her.
Protect her from the tempest
Threatening to crash her
To the dark shores of confusion.
Help her always find her way home.

~CWylde © 2016

Tables Turned

Innocence has no place in her heart and mind,
Her only purpose is to capture his soul
And make him take her to his dark sin.
The earlier the better, not after midnight, her patience grows thin.

She haunts his mind with her temptress smile,
She’s the Mistress of the art of seduction.
He, only a scapegoat, a pawn in her enticing game,
Tonight the wicked rendezvous will build his flame.

She waits in the shadows of her Sorceress lair,
Black silk caressing curves, hugging her secret wetness.
Candlelight gleams as he enters the door,
She turns with a low animal growl as she kneels to the floor.

His stops at the shadowy entrance, gazes over her body,
She holds her breath waiting for his claim.
She does not know his intent is to tame her
Her game gives way to his ultimate power.

She offers herself to his altar of sin,
He smirks as he watches her bravado crumble.
He stalks her as a predator stalks his prey,
His stride is certain, he’ll take her this day.

She becomes his in one single touch,
His growl in her ear releases her resolve.
Her skin burns like fire with passion’s yearning,
She begs him to master her, from which there’s no returning.

He is her Dominant, she his submissive,
There’s no turning back to reclaim the Mistress.
Her submission is his treasure, her deepest gift
To a man who will love her, protect her, to new heights he’ll lift.

He asks if it's worth this release of her power,
Can she become what he deeply desires?
Her only answer begs him to make his claim,
After all, she says, I’ll never be young again.

~CWylde © 2016

You Simply Are

There's a scene in a movie in which one of my favorite actor's character is describing the woman he loves. He says, "I love her. The sun rises and sets with her."

I always thought how amazing that would be to have someone feel that way about me.

I don't know if you feel that same way, but I do know this.

When the sun rises,  you are the first person I think about.
When the sun sets, you are the last person I think about.
You are there each moment in between.
You are there even in the rain.
You are there when dark clouds threaten my skies.
You are there when the sun bursts through again.
Quite simply, I take a breath because you are there. 
You are my breath, my soul, my spirit.
You?
Simply are!

~CWylde © 2015
Original Photography by Freddy Camargo  (c) 2013

The High

He enters striding with confidence,

Knowing she can’t see his blind seduction.

She knows it’s time to push his limits,

His jaw sets in controlled detonation.

In one terrifying moment, regret hits her mind, 

She realizes she’s awakened the beast 

From his raving slumber.

His patience she’s pushed,

Tis her bad habit he’s seen.

His eyes say it all without a word,

His soul of fire rages within.

His commands low and deliberate,

She cannot resist his deep dark sin.

Waiting for the first strike,

He taunts, but nothing happens.

She glances begging for his leather,

Her racing heart quickens,

The strike hits hard in a fountain of flames,

She steels herself against the pain.

Not many could withstand the fire felt so strong,

But she is impervious to its bite and sting.

Tis a peaked perfection to her carnal desires,

She feels alive as her passions build higher.

Tears flowing, she knows she’s branded

With his mark, his touch, no longer stranded

In the pit of her own private hell,

He’s carried her through the molten well.

One touch, you’ll see how the interplay works,

Tis the exchange of power, the unwavering thirst

For strength and control, tis her desires

That feed the fuel of his own lustful fires.

A stepping stone was reached in their bond.

An agreement made, a contract signed 

In the marks on her body and the gleam in his eye.

No pride could he steal, no shame in her mind

For this is the power, the bond, the high.

~CWylde © 2015

Unholy Torment

Bound, captured,
Caught in his lair.
His voice soft,
Wicked tones,
Knowing he will not spare 
My aroused body from
His dark carnal lust.
The feel of leather
As it traces my curves,
Breath catches,
So much to learn.
Unholy torment,
Taunting, teasing,
Sinful delight.
First strike sends chills,
First plead, his will,
Second strike,
Urge builds,
Third, fourth, fifth strike,
Craving mounts,
Reaching the nexus
Of unbridled desire.
Needing release,
Begging it so,
His quiet answer - no.
Leather on skin,
Tracing once more,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Pleading him to enter in.
That moment,
That burst
Of final climax,
Spiraling into his
Carnal salacious acts.

~CWylde © 2015

 

In His Eyes

Entering this dream divine,
Plummeting into the vortex
Of obsession finding deeper
Meaning in his possession.
Dangerous dreams take me
Into his world, a far cry from hell
In a rush to be his Good Girl.
Takes me from a sleepwalk
Where the distilled essence
Fades into his dark presence.
As I build my world around
His power, his commands,
I finally see my beauty,
Buried deep within,
Come aglow in his eyes
Of perfected love.

~CWylde © 2015

A Few More

I took a journey last night,

The journey took me to a hiding place,

One that I hoped would set things right.

Instead, I found thick silence around me.

The scarlet hours engulfed me

In luminous darkness,

My soul quaked.

I begged for mercy to no avail.

Indeed, my cries brought no relief.

There in the shadows he stood,

I stopped and wondered if I could

Push aside my fears and

Let him into my locked up heart.

Can I withstand a second chance?

Will the everlasting flame burn bright,

Or will it simply die out?

I pray these aren’t just symptoms

And lies told to soothe and warm.

My love is true and unconditional

With no slight of hand tricks or

False promises told with sly

Innuendoes and heartless cruelty.

I’ll take the chance and let him in.

His smile says so much.

Indeed, a few more moments,

A touch, a kiss, yes.

It’s all worth it again.

~CWylde © 2015