Best Dominatrix Poems
Love Justice made me wrest you from her bed
It’s right for you to lie with me instead
For you were mine before she came to be
A prowling threat to our felicity
My broken heart cries…JUSTICE!
It’s meant for me to ravish you tonight
To give you pain as well as sheer delight
I love you still and yet your heart must pay
For shameless way you gave my love away
My wounded pride cries...JUSTICE
And here you are inside my bed of love
I’ve bound you up, no more a gentle dove
I take revenge on body and your soul
Enslaved, you yield to dominatrix role
My passion mad cries…JUSTICE
I take from you: I take, I take, I take
Each pleasure filled, I writhe and make you quake
I kiss, caress, and taste in wanton might
Your eyes ablaze, your fervor I ignite
My vengeful soul cries…JUSTICE
And all the while I hear you gasp MY name
In ecstasy my spoils of war I claim
You beg forgiveness as you helpless lie
I satiate my needs; fulfilled I sigh
My hungry need cries…JUSTICE
This tryst was meant to teach you lover's pain
You bear the marks of love that is insane
I slash your bonds and fall in your embrace
For I have seen the wonder in your face
Relieved am I, for I have tasted JUSTICE!
For Justin Bordner’s Love Justice Contest
January 18, 2015
Categories:
dominatrix, pain, passion, sensual,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
OLD MA.
Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...
NO HIDING PLACE.
An old gangster robbed a bank and he ran
Flew out from Canada then onto Japan
The Mounties tracked him down
In old Tokyo Town
He was caught cos they always get their man...
A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
Went to a posh restaurant called Vicars
A girl walked out the loo, there were titters
Her face turned a bright red
At what's every girls dread
She'd gone and tucked her dress down her knickers...
DOMINATRIX.
A dominatrix from the state of Maine
Enjoyed hanky panky out in the rain
She'd use a leather fetter
T'would shrink as it got wetter
And her clients would pass out with the pain..
A FRIEND IN NEED.
The outback two mates went to catch a 'roo
One got cut short and said "I need the loo"
A spider crawled up his knee
As he was starting to pee
And bit him hard on his digeridoo...
His mate phoned the flying doctor who said
"Suck out the Poison if it has turned red"
He thought to himself no way
His mate said "well what's he say?"
He said "in 'bout half an hour you'll be dead" ...
LOST THEIR WAY. For Gershon Wolf
Geese flew south they were honking and hinking
Snow storm came they were blinded and blinking
They had no way of knowing
Where the hell they were going
To see them sway you'd think they'd been drinking...
Written 21st October 2020.
Categories:
dominatrix, humor,
Form:
Limerick
MALE DOMINATION
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Candlelight rides hard against the skin
The warmth of the fire eating with excitement
A slight touch of desire, running down my spine
Wax drops, leaving behind intense passion
I move my whip, circling your biceps
I'll take you into a world you've never known
My body and breath ......so...... hot
Come dance with me, under the sheets
I will please you, examine everything you got
Whisper them words in your ear, beg for more
Purr for me, my slave,
I am your sex kitten, vixen,
I'll take you by surprise
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Caress every flow of my womanly direction
I tickle your spots, feeding your sexual ego
Fondling the intimacy of your frustration
Stroll my heart with your sauce appetite-
I am your sex Goddess Delight.
Spread my flesh, so perfectly,
--look, admire, I give you permission to kiss
-- Kisses starting from the top part of my thigh.
Inject a solo French Kiss, releasing more impure wetness.
Slipping, in wet
--
An artist painting the way of my moans
Polish with light marks on my necks
With your brush of one-touch
I have you at my feet-
Tame by the dominatrix at night
by; P.D.
Categories:
dominatrix, beauty, desire, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Twas the night before my cousin's
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the bridesmaid
was his appetite whetting
With gratuitous lap dance, began
the ribald feting
In drunken stupor, the enamored
groom his fealty forgetting
Released his inhibitions all of his
clingy garments shedding
Strode platform, in sync with
bridesmaids erotic moves duetting
In tantric rhapsody, she released
pheromones his testosterone
subletting
Enraptured with his riposte jaunts,
her matrimonial bond shredding
The enamored bridesmaid with lust
his bare essentials began petting
His betrothed parts to her
dominatrix will indebting
As the groom climaxed, his phallus
got entangled in her fish netting
Two truant souls now writhing;
spent body parts bloodletting
Dislodging their carnal chains, into
frothy night jetting
To hotel that lodged devoted bride;
their remaining passions bedding
Lurid, tawdry tryst not regretting;
but o'er bawdy exhibition sweating
Wedding contest
September 14, 2012
Categories:
dominatrix, funnynight, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Your hair hints of lavender and lilac:
seductive scents, designed to arouse me.
Like a tease, you tauntingly hold me back;
pinning me down in a playful attack,
laughingly refusing to set me free.
A Goddess of captivating splendor:
your haunting eyes peer deep into my soul.
And enjoying your dominatrix role;
I lie back, giving you complete control,
submitting my will to sweet surrender.
Categories:
dominatrix, desire, feelings, games, how
Form:
Rhyme
Fall..
Fall in battles acts for china tyrants all by nemesis bring to them by ways of good or gods. Battle arrays come for nothing fun. Jokes about the wars are not so easy. Juggled history may hide our ethnic sins. Free the Tibet must be good. Hard and harsh are battles forms. Like a spasm our tyrants need to fall. Front and ranks are falling lines. Puffs of winds are tyrants’ heats. All except are rights are laws are upright sues.
Most are struck off one bodily also get the infected with names on books of true reviews of history.
Dirt removed is something clean. Ways are clean and laws should clean. All debugging all are faults in china tyrants’ life. Judges on sides have bribery panels. Mostly they obtain hireling claques for all their fable shows with history. Each of us should wonder what is cost for tyranny killing. Where are gods? What is nemesis? Foremen laws are franking stamps. Laws so contrasts are equal laws and upright justices. Do it always there.
Double dealing all are something bad.
Social ethos some are wrong.
Cultural pluralism some are good for heads to toes.
Cultural tyranny all are fowls that inhumane.
China manic ways will like the politic infiltrations. Reddish dominatrix tyranny comes as evil jokes.
Made destabilize upright put for shaking some for wrong doers are better worlds.
Laws should destined just and more for human right.
However sometimes Destiny might be cruel. What will gods to say about the more detached of china evil troops?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------
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Categories:
dominatrix, dark, evil,
Form:
ABC
Once, rolling waves of azure washed ashore
while cerulean curls colored the sky;
subservient to time and nothing more.
The Sea whips up a zillion drops of rain,
as a melody of showers and storms;
a dominatrix of pleasure and pain.
From indigo shades to aquamarine,
She is the heart and lungs of our planet
and yet, we've turned Her into a latrine.
Sullied by centuries of pollution;
Her shores are filthy, no longer pristine;
for we lack any long-term solution.
A once-thriving, living Sea is dying,
placing the whole world in grievous danger,
and you can almost hear Nature crying.
Categories:
dominatrix, angst, anxiety, image, imagery,
Form:
Personification
The howl escapes me,
I cannot help it;
an ululation heralds my arrival.
I am commanded.
Something has slept
but wakes now, is loosed,
something primal, instinct
given licence to devour.
She drives my sweet new youth,
my keen eyes, my potent musculature,
the urgent hormones
that set my new agenda.
She directs, she is
my dominatrix;
her whiteness
is fire in my veins.
Feelings unfurl from within
like a flag declaring dominance.
Hair bristles, bones crack,
she ordains my morphology.
And I am thirsty, and so hungry
to sate this new appetite,
to experience, to touch, to infect.
I change irrevocably. I am Alpha.
Categories:
dominatrix, change, life,
Form:
Free verse
What is… 02-2016
A frequency traveling, when parallel a vibration, oneness that awakens, Such a Miraculous sensation.
As Colors of light we shun, a karma left undone.
Waves rolling ashore, the hand at which is born.
Crustacean of the night, one day take flight.
Destination seems unknown, but, above all souls are sewn. Dominatrix of the night, causing such a tide.
Fate at which we are, destined to be a star.
A mathematical equation of life, at which parasitic existence hides. Game should be the name, a dream at which were played.
So once again we choose, this world as our muse.
Sun to dust we are, atoms forever formed.
As the caterpillar meditates, a universe transcends all that really is.
© Copyright, Billingsley Sommer, All rights reserved.
Categories:
dominatrix, butterfly, earth, imagination, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
PHILISTINISM…
Shysters set up gallows must for self..
Musters dominate china red dominatrix.
AS works had been done, all that did the jobs could well to eliminate cause by their poles and forces as that keep are to be too much to control.
Specious words are open debated.
Quibble shy is law that reddish all as china faces that shy.
Does nothing shy but care for many too and many shy.
Nasty nice is catchy wises.
Narrow senses are wealth and places or money ranks and up-boost as places.
Narrow nationalism all is militant.
Empty soap boxes have bubble sorts for political stages.
Some elements sink but some elements up as bubbled sentiments.
All are militancy comes with china tyrants heresy cults or clique.
Evil china so call as utopia all are commie pure as purest.
However philistine arts are wealth that could hire a flat of shyster office to work for them.
Philistinism life are must are wealth are life for keeping good.
Twenty-twenty grades of eyes that naked are peeking.
At lease your eyes sight have good light conventions because you are rich and good to cure.
Philomels sing pretty songs.
Very acute are sinful men that can be decreed for special pardons.
They are hennery fox or YELL KA GUN and some other.
Hennery Fox get the laws annexed and approval by china government for smuggling at British time around HONG KONG and china.
YELL KA GUN is pardon but pledge guilty but get the pardon from queen cause by so call very sick health conditions.
He said to court that he is dying however more than ten years from that he is still living in able ways.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
Categories:
dominatrix, abuse, , cute,
Form:
ABC
Thanksgiving Day
~ pretty weird that it is necessary to have one day allocated during the year to give
thanks to the harvest or anything else we might and should be grateful for during
the year and I do not suppose that turkeys approve of this pagan feast when we
stuff ourselves with bird flesh digestives condiments from the gravy train of riches
Hallelujah for burgers wine and soft drinks Coca Cola Mc Donald’s Gallo’s Alamos
on consumption’s battle fields entrenched in modern living praised be the Harvest
Queen the God of Wall Street the Guns and Drones that feed our seeming needs
the wants of affluence and exploitation the fig leafs of sweet environmental humility
You sow the wind and reap the storm and flatulence and bloated waistlines waste
lines of reason’s indigestion shed fatty malnourished winds of tempest’s thunder
Armaggedon in the waking waiting helplessly for paradise at least in our neck of
the woods the Global North’s power broking houses of doom injustice domination
Far from honouring the beauty the Dominatrix yes mother Gaia is female and
should protect ancestral love and kindness from the milk and honey breast of
feeding body mind and soul and spirit communal comprehension ancient modern or
just timeless cycles of sustainable responsibility we pilfer rape and pillage desecrate
One day of feasting praising what we otherwise forget lest we remember leaves
three-hundred and sixty-four periods of moon and sunlight spinning out of all
control and we’re oblivious to the warning signs of plenty erase the gift we should
pass on to our children lineage progeny now left with massive mess and no Messiah
Were we more honest we would solemnly acknowledge that what we’re praising
in hypocrisy and neglected conscience is human depravation the demise of dignity
loosing the plot the fields and garden from where our harvest needs to prosper
would in frank and serious good faith admit that what we garner and amass is
Genocide…
05th November 2016
Categories:
dominatrix, environment,
Form:
Free verse
She lies hidden in the darkness consumed by their fear, she can sense them from miles away and her conscience is crystal clear
She knows that she is wanted, she is surrounded by lust, and she would sink her teeth in if only they were close enough
Once they’re within reach she weaves her wicked web, to cradle them with every fantasy imaginable before she leads them to death
She has no heart, she is the worst of her kind, only out to be in control and take what she feels is hers to dine
They believe they’re walking into love as she entices them with her hourglass shape, but by the time they realize she isn’t looking for love by then it’s much too late
She already has them in her grasp and her hold is deathly tight, she gives them the affection they crave from her lust and then she kisses them goodnight
Goodnight for all of eternity all because she loves the thrill, giving them all of her until she has had her feel
Then she tosses them into the night, and she feeds off their carcass as they lie, and she doesn’t feel one ounce of sorrow to her it’s always goodbye
She is the dominatrix here, the almighty queen, she lives to rip their hearts and bodies in two by any and all means
She loves the power, the way they dance, as they stick to her deadly web, and as she bids them farewell, she finishes off with their heads
It’s her prize, her trophy, to show that she is the ruler here, no one shall cross her threshold and live to tell that they were here
She is the black widow, and all men are her prey, she is out to let you lust over her, but there’s always a price to pay.
Categories:
dominatrix, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm the cook , the maid
I'm so underpaid
the driver, the vet
never let 'em see me sweat
the cleaner, the lover
the tired mother
the woman, the waitress
sometimes a dominatrix
the girlfriend, the wife
I'm all walks of life
the lawyer, the slave
the one that makes the kids behave
the counselor, the nurse,
even when I'm at my worse
the student, the teacher
sometimes I'm a preacher
I'm a referee, an actor
a designer, and a planner
I'm a friend, a beautician
a talker, and a good listener
I'm a lady , a disciplinarian
a provider and humanitarian
I'm that real chic, the best
with an "S" on my chest
I can leap tall buildings in just one bound
still look good while I paint the town
everyday these hats are what I am to be
but today, I choose the hat that says "JUST ME"
Categories:
dominatrix, woman,
Form:
Bio
A wagon wheel in a sunset is never content with wearing a dress for it is quite partial to jumpers when it is eighty-three degrees Celsius. Excommunicated meal worms in favourite displays of rancid carious carnivals. But should a bee bark its time to touch ten silver coins, milk a plant and enter a castle in appropriate attire. Wow. Wise wheeling wisdoms waving. Great. Fantastic isn't it. But holding hands together to firm a symbol is to display acute accent and arrogance. So one should not run away from this demonstration of significant shallot. In ball gowns. Clicking clock clicked. Hahahaha acidic juice. Citrus fruits. No ha to them non scenic routes in skirts and trousers. Perhaps they are asleep whispered the mouse to the rabbit in the nine metre glass house. Maybe maybe not. Look up nineteen times when passing the right angled tree triangles. And hop and jump over the waves. Weeeee weeeee weeee. Great isn't it? Wow. Dominatrix in a dome. Dustbins. Goodbye gone. In a flood pond. Bye. Bye bye. Number of alienations are rising to the key of a b x d t with no q. Just a z chord chatting to a cooked charismatic capsule. Hahahahahahaha and now sleep. Late. Looks like lit leaves.
Leaning. Levitations'. Learning. Lint. Hahahahaha. Bean bomb breath. How rather pleasant and dignified in studded guilded crest suits. Ornately offers originality. No. N and k waltz with z and f. Xxxxxxx unrealism's z
Categories:
dominatrix, beautiful, , cute,
Form:
A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant catacombs. Dominatrix circles and whirlpools. How very stylish Madame de feetoo. While festooned on a chaise long is a long time whilst chatting and chinking is rife. Apples didn't mix with pubic pubescent pineapples as lineage is deemed of the utmost importance. To preserve one's wealth signifies a heraldic crest in a pickle colour glow. But wisest are the tiny heads in jars preserved who whisper their knowledge in scientific chambers. Cloisters closeting closing cloaks. And a large duck head on a man's body lurching lecherously. Leaking. Leaving. Lest no one fault I the time orb of clayon spoke a boulder boisterously. And a dark ridge arriving. Completion is formed from the sipping of secretions from an ancient elderflower. But a bud is neither a woven skirt or a large car. It is found on a very big bus. Busy then? Good. Small boy child weeping. And a silver glasses case watching. And an ornate cane topped with an acre of crystal. Chink then. Great isn't it. When the news explodes the crisis deepens. And waters rise. The hidden submarine planted it's crop paid by coffers. In a sporadic format. Boom then. No idea for the ways. It is left for the duties to a house to perform. And a ministerial magenta. Magna carta is a a little peanut swimming in butter on a plate. And a dust particle is very very versatile so swing in trees then spin over. Good. Grabbing going glooping getting gone gone Gideon gone gone. Powdered like snow or sugar floating. Sap not a silvery spit. And a spotted tie is not very mature is it? Takeaway beans. Fantastic. Very flavoursome. Opinionated officials oversee offices. And a giant bee weighing over 200,000,000.00 kilos. In a fancy dress show. Xo xo xo and done. Xxxx rationalisation xxxxx outnumbered xxxxx testator gator Gatorade xxxx arbitrational Z
Categories:
dominatrix, best friend,
Form: