Dominatrix Poems

Rolling Out

These are the epitaphs of the sea
left exposed every night by the tide;

Pounding 
           pulsing 
                     rolling in 
                                   rolling out..

A shadow of a siren’s story,
sly secrets subdued now simply shriek;

Rolling in
              pulsing
                        pounding 
                                       rolling out..

Broken sand dollars and shell bits merge,              
forging a force to be conscious of;
Delicately dubbed dominatrix,
a strong surge can strong arm anyone;

A wind pounding 
                    rolling in 
                           waves pulsing 
                                              rolling out..

These are chiseled mermaid epitaphs.

Far Away Soundings

Dominatrix of silence
leather clad temptress
enchaining the moment
in bondage allured     

Her fear but a prison   
of far away soundings
and seraphic voices
—the future insures    

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

Waves Of Azure

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.

Dorks and Spoons

Milton’s Dork had a brother in Troon
Who had hoped he’d be cuddling soon
With a cute dominatrix
Who hailed from The Matrix
Until she said, “There is no spoon!”

————

(Inspired by ‘The Town Dork’ by L Milton Hankins)

Sweet Surrender

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.

Ships

Do not sink the eastern ship when the western ship is spinning. Spanning the globe is never good in fist gloves. If one has no conception of seasons in a new place then surely it is punishable with death. Z to the q then. An anthem of time in a dominatrix style flurry of conquering peoples. Rising are the queuing armies. Swords pasted with red and tarnished with arteries. It is merely an outlook for a horse treading over the plains. Reached a castle then
 great. Itemised not. And catalogued not on a grid map. It is to swirl a feather pen and to glance over glasses in a wooden room. Round round glasses. On string. Mellow moronic masonry missions mind minding mean meaningless mayhems. And a jug of cloudy ale. Stems steaming stepping shipping sailing. And a pint of dust in a rusted silver goblet. Cheers then to Thor and thoroughly enjoy splurging and splitting carcasses. With haste paste and pâté. Banal banalities beastly bows. Dare to tread upon the waves of a misted oceanographic octagonal orifice? X historically significant x anthropologists z

Pigs Equal Oink

The turbulence of a tube in a rusted bowl is akin to a striped sky. Acronyms are quite quick to jump over a lake at dawn. And districts discussed dominatrix in an iron ball. Cavitation clapping in a vest that is pink. And five hundred lemons laid out bare. Interesting how a slug does have no flippers in a watery drift. And a biscuit melting in a cup. Bits. Misused. Miscellaneous page of itemised devolution. Require no more. Thirst is a barrel. And a barrel in a chest. Young. Factions form filled. Gone gone gone. In a honey comb drip. Good. Exemplorary examples. Hahahaha beer bread. Hahahaha fortification fortified fries with forks swinging. *** parliamentary z

Parliamentary Pillars Pleasing Posh

The turbulence of a tube in a rusted bowl is akin to a striped sky. Acronyms are quite quick to jump over a lake at dawn. And districts discussed dominatrix in an iron ball. Cavitation clapping in a vest that is pink. And five hundred lemons laid out bare. Interesting how a slug does have no flippers in a watery drift. And a biscuit melting in a cup. Bits. Misused. Miscellaneous page of itemised devolution. Require no more. Thirst is a barrel. And a barrel in a chest. Young. Factions form filled. Gone gone gone. In a honey comb drip. Good. Exemplorary examples. Hahahaha beer bread. Hahahaha fortification fortified fries with forks swinging. *** parliamentary z

What Is

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.

Full Moon

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.

My Hats

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"

Traverse

Finally
someone who understands me
Leaves me breathless
doesn't tease me endless
I think
The way that they are
I am quiet
They are far
I think
The way that I am
I feel dry
I think of my humor then
Tempo
I think it is ending
I wanted to find you
I am left standing
Quite peculiar
the notion that you are
so turned on by the touch of a spirited ring
Quite a fling
Quite
I think
I know you are so much devoted
to the life of the noted
Like me
You are free from the restless tree
dominatrix
how dare you mate this
Make me
I think of all the things that take me
By surprise I am taken
I think you like me
but then again fake me
the thing is so do other lies
they make me do all kinds of breaking ties
I think
Therefore I cry
I think therefor...I die
Trust me
I think it is something so lust me
I think
Verb me
I have nothing to add here,
squirt me
I think
Therefore you are defient
I am
Therefore you are such a client
I like the way you think
I like the way you breath
I think...wait that is not the thing
I wanted
I quite am exhausted.

Twas the Night Before the Wedding

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

Male Domination

MALE  DOMINATION
-----------------------------   

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
---

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.

N I N

THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
EVERY TIME SHE SCRATCHES HER WORDS
I THOUGHT MY HEART WOULD FAIL

NEVER THOUGHT I COULD IMAGINE
STOP
WAIT A MINUTE
SHE DUG SO DEEP
MY WORDS HAVE NO RHYTHM

SHE WRITES YOU A POEM
AND YOUR DONE WITH HER HYPNOTISM

THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
EVERY WORD THAT YOU READ
SHE CUTS YOU DOWN TO SCALE

NOW WHAT ABOUT WHEN SHE FIRST BEGUN?
I THOUGHT SHE WAS A MAN AND WAS PRETTY SPRUNG

O!
BUT SHE'S STILL HUNG
SHE'S GOT TO HAVE THE BALLS TO ROLL YOU UNDER HER TONGUE
DAMN!

THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
AND EVERY POEM SHE POST
SHE JUST PAINTS IT ON HER NAILS

SHE'S LIKE A
ESCALATOR
ELEVATOR
REACHING HIGHER 
GRABBING HER PEN
AND BEATING DARTH VADER

THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
CDA GOT DUMPED BY HER
CAUSE SHE NEEDED SOMEONE TO MAKE HER WAIL

I THINK I COULD TAKE HER
JUST NOT IN FORM SLAMMING
CAUSE SHE'S THE CREATOR!

O!
BUT WE COULD BE THELMA AND LUISE
EVERY MAN GIVING US WHAT WE WANT WHEN WE ONLY TEASE
DAMN!

SHE'S LIKE A
DOMINATRIX
CONTROLLING THE MATRIX

SO WHICH PILL TO SWALLOW
RED OR BLUE?

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