Snow Spring

Was it all in a dream?
That She covered me in cream,
Washed it off, in the snow spring,
Oh so cold ... my senses did sing,
Splashing around, like frantic fish
.
Shivering and shaking, with body so cold,
My eyes enjoy the pressure of the blindfold.
I hear the sound, of chains that clank
I knew next, my Mistress, I would thank
For she gave to me, an inside glow
.
She lovingly placed me, in the clanking chains
The beauty, of her dominance continued to reign
Allowing me to release, in orgasmic screams
Was this a fantasy, in one of my dreams?
It was Mistress’s pleasure, in pleasuring me.


© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.

A Slaves Day

I washed the dishes, wound the clock
Attended to my master’s cock
Obeyed the orders that he gave
Hoping, for me his cum he’d save
.
It grew and grew as hard as rock
My chastity belt, please unlock
I’m begging you, as your slave
Enter me, let desires rave
.
My chains to the bed he does dock
Then rides me till I am in shock
Pleading, for his cum that I crave
Rewards are great when I behave


© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.

prompt credit to Robert Service for his line ...I washed the dishes, wound the clock

Your Pleasure

Sweet scent fills the air, your freesia corsage
A satin pillow lay beneath your head
Relax my beauty, I gently massage
Soft strokes tantalize, intense joy is fed
.
My beauty, my love, you are so refined,
Your skin so silky, naturally blessed
Artistic images dance in my mind,
You take my hand; guide it toward your breast
.
Fingers, awaken adventurously
Flutteringly, they arouse your senses
Dancing, teasing, daring sensually
An immense glow, your body dispenses
.
M’Lady, tonight, did I mystify,
Your pleasure tonight, did I satisfy.

© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.

Lover

I left to meet her at the park,
Champagne in my basket, a treat
With plans to moon watch, when it’s dark,
Just then, my heart, it skipped a beat
.
A door just opened, on a street
It gave me such, an awful fright,
I heard then, in a voice so sweet,
Lover, enter and spend the night
.
Together, flames we will ignite
In our bed, with sheets of satin
Beside us, candles flicker bright
Enticing our passions within
.
With strawberries and cream we’ll sin
Champagne from your body I’ll lick
Encased in beauty, that shy grin
As moonlight’s osmic shines magic
.
I should have met her at the park,
But when, my heart, it skipped a beat
A journey new, I did embark
My lover’s whirlwind swept my feet

© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.


Credit for prompt used to ... Emily Dickinson for her line A door just opened on a street

Passion is like...

Passion
Smells like the flower of Jasmine
Tastes like strawberries dipped in a luxurious chocolate melt
Sounds like the roar of an open fire
Feels like thunderous heat
Feels like electricity
Feels like you and me together
Passion

© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.

Tease and Torment

Tied to the bed, unable to move
Blindfolded, nothing can I see
Slowly my clothes, she starts to remove

She loves to tease, and torment
When she chooses, to play with me

Oh! That smell, such tantalizing scent
It’s hers, my Domina’s signature
My lover of whom I’ve often dreamt

She loves to tease, and torment
When she chooses, to play with me

She tastefully, kisses my lips, before gagging me gently
My nipples, clamped tight for her to arouse
Her whip cracks, the sound, of a missile wailing sweetly

She loves to tease, and torment
When she chooses, to play with me

While attaching her strap on, ready to ride
My senses revel in hot wax and ice
My body and mind can’t control the tingles inside

She teased and tormented
She choose me as pleasure and play

Thank you Ma’am, for allowing me to please,
For allowing me be your pleasure, may I now cum?
To serve you the sweetness, from my inner ocean seas


© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.

Passion

For her I have this feeling of strong sexual desire
Driven by a mania of passionate rage, burning within
From warmth to heat, my love turns to lust,
I turn; look at what I thought was her, I’m stunned
Emotionless, I must have been drunk, he’s undesirable.


© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.