Perfect Beauty
I am a rhythm,
a periodic response to Your perturbations,
a pendulum swinging
back and forth
back and forth
between Your every desire
and my need to make
Your desires realized.
Back and forth
back and forth
Your words come and go,
come and go,
Your voice connects to a caress
that moves up and down,
up and down
within my spine.
I wish to make Your every day
a holiday, I wish to be
the present You always open
first and play with
from morning until sleep.
I want You to keep me locked away
so that I may serve only You,
only Your needs,
only Your whims.
I wish to be the instrument
of Your ultimate pleasure,
the stimulation that makes Your orgasms
go on forever,
the submissive whose surrender
becomes more complete and complex,
mentally and physically more controlled
and tightly bound
while Your climax grows beyond understanding.
I am a rhythm
but a rhythm that burns,
a rhythm that learns to become
more Your slave, more Your creature,
more Your fantasy and Your love.
Back and forth
back and forth,
the release that You forbid to me
is a perfect unbearable beauty.
-(c) 2006, william the submissive poet
Labels: Poetry, Submissive Poet
posted by Lady Julia @ 3:23 PM
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Hi lady, i can begin to FULLY understand, appreciate, and empathize with William's emotions and thoughts.
But what I can see and feel is the beauty and devotion and desire for your approval in his words; Also I can see how you behave towards all of us and how that makes him want to please you and make you happy and esteem him.
All those good things are beauty I CAN see, feel, and appreciate.
Thank you for being you, and for being our friend, and for keeping love and sweetness towards men in your whole life.
Your sweetness and the fullness of your life is what makes you beautiful to me, not some "dominant myth" as the one poor misguided man expected in the previous post!
PAX to you Lady,a nd it and LOVE to all the people in your life!!!!
Thank you Oldbear - you're so kind.
William is my dear friend, but he is not my submissive. Somehow he finds a way to look inside himself and imagine how people from various positions would feel and then express himself via his poetry. (William if you are reading this and I'm not explaining it well, please - jump in.) :)
A poet, like a method actor, becomes someone else...that is how I try to write poetry. My imagination is often faulty, but I try to improve and get inside the skins of the people I am trying to empathize with. Lady Julia very kindly allows me to use Her as a focus for my imagination. I would not ever presume to be Her submissive. She has chosen Her own and he is a lucky man. I will try as I may, however, to write verse that is pleasing to Her and Her group...from my perspective, it fills a void in my life that can not be filled in any other way given my circumstances...for those of you that have enjoyed what I have created, please accept my humble thanks for your positive comments...
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