A Nightcap of Vintage Wine

The light that shimmers red
through your glass of wine,
your words that come and go,
your whispers that excite
and dominate my ego,
all combine to make me
explore the concept of slavery,
to you and your need.

When I wake from that reverie,
I find that something has happened -
I am your slave in name and deed.

The candle gutters down
and I have a choice that is no choice.

I beg you to lead me down
and condition me with sexual fire
that burns but does not consume
or provide the weakness of release.

You have discovered my true self,
submissive and so eager
to please your every desire.

I am blinded by my need
to serve you.
I am drugged by the smell
of the perfume of your skin.

You have relieved my thoughts
of any reason but yours.

Let me remain your creature thus,
hypnotized in thrall,
forever driven to fulfill
your every sexual purpose.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

Sweet Deviance

When you take me from my space into yours,
my mind is bound by your velvet control,
held in a place without windows or doors,
with restraints tight on my erotic soul.
Your female power fills every moment,
your low whispers compel my wish to please.
I beg for your notice and your torment.
You harness my obsessions by degrees.
When you leave me alone but still not free,
with your perfume subtle upon my skin,
you command my will and withhold release
while I ache for ecstasy forbidden.
There is truth in your domination -
you are my mistress and my salvation.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequine

The Joy of Discipline

When you give me permission
to enjoy the whip,
when you ask again and again
if I like it,
if I want it,
if I need it,
then I kiss your heels,
I kiss the lash
and expose my desire
to give you pleasure
no matter the cost.

When I surrender to you
and allow myself
to enjoy your power
and my punishment,
then I lose my mind
and become only
your submissive tool,
finding sensual meaning
as you rule my body
and my imagination.

We share an idea,
but you own control.
My arousal you use
to ensure obedience
and perfect discipline.
You climax while I suffer,
then we repeat the game.
When I am drained to exhaustion,
then you promise relief
and spank me 'till I weep,
holding me against your breast
without a hope of release.
I whimper in frustration
while you smile in promise.
I love you more than life.
Use me again and again tonight.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

Intimate Surrender

Her mouth makes an expectant O.
His mouth opens and his tongue extends.
Her pleasure grows with each stroke
and his submission makes him
descend and descend.

When she has left him empty
with no apparent direction
and no resolution for his arousal,
then she takes his sex for her own.
There is no control more than this.

He may find release and he may not.
She may grant mercy
or she may taunt him to insanity.
He begs and she offers her cruelty.
She pleasures herself in front of him.

This is more than perfect sex or death.
She sucks all that from him.
At the edge of infinite orgasm,
he surrenders and will not release.
She smiles and makes his slavery increase.

(c)2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

Palimpsest

A Prayer

Stimulate me,
my nipples,
my sex,
and leave me wondering
what You will do next -
how I am Your slave
in any context You wish
while You bind my wrists
and blindfold my eyes.

I will be wiped clean
like a slate,
like a white marker board.

Use Your fingernails
as expressions of Your art
to make my submission
a part of Your work.

When You command me
to give You pleasure,
Your every orgasm is a measure
of how I wish to submit to You.

When You do not command
but imply with a smile,
a kiss, or a gesture,
I sink deeper into Your control
and my being slows
and revolves around
any whim that You express
or whisper into my ear.

When You climax
and I have given You that,
when I shudder in passion
and anticipation,
and then You put your finger
across my lips
and forbid my release,
then I know I am Your submissive,
Your slave, Your instrument.

If there is a better place
to hold tension as perfection,
I do not know how it could be.

Command my passion
and so it will be.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin






Tension

Pressure builds.

The cavity within, stroked and
made of oh so sensitive skin,
wants to release its contents.

Whispers say no, stop now.
Hypnosis controls the outcome.
I remember Your instructions.

The tissue can only imagine
the pleasure of release
and becomes frantic in its bondage.

Your whispers repeat in my ear.
They amplify Your sorcery.
Your magic drives me insane.

Then I am cut in two.
One part animal and aching,
the other a slave to You.

I obey without question
and feel my body react like an addict
waiting for its next fix.

I kiss the lips of Your vagina.
I suck the sensitive skin
and work to drive You wild.

My own erection You control,
rigid in its aspect,
perfect in its obedience.

You use me like a submissive puppet
and amuse Yourself making me
act in whatever way You choose.

You are the wind of seduction,
the power of sex. Whatever you want,
I will do it whatever the context.

Now I wait for the phone to ring.
I imagine myself bound in velvet
and You in a leather mask.

The pressure builds.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

How May I Please You More?

May I iron Your dominance and make it perfect.
May I wash and fold every aspect of Your control.
Let me oil my body and exercise it for Your amusement.
Let me lick You dry of orgasms until You sleep
in a persistent sensual ferment.

I trace the stockings to the toe.
I suck the heels and feel my erection grow.
Then my mind accepts all Your control
and I withhold climax until You say so.
I live and die for Your casual attention.

I live in a place that You create to confine me.
I worship You and let You define my mind.
When Your fingernails make my nipples hard,
then Your kiss completes my perfect submission
and I wait without hope for Your permission.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

The Hypno-Culture Wars

(Thanks to Rook for sharing the photo)

When the conservative hypnodomme
encounters a liberal submissive,
She always takes him on.
Down and deep, surrendered in sleep,
She entrances his beliefs
until he puts them aside to serve Her.
She is very wicked in doing this,
but there is something so sexy
about a helpless kiss and forbidden
hypnotic ecstasy in such a context.

The liberal hynodomme knows
just where Her conservative victim
is coming from. She works Her wiles
in ways that are neither proper
nor consensual. Trance and sex
make him connect to Her morals
and values while She leads him down
to a perfect Pavlovian climax.

The left and right both believe
that only their views are true.
They are both correct and incorrect
at once, and if they are willing
to take a chance, perhaps they
can grow together within some
hypnotically sensuous circumstance.

(c) 2008 by Palimpsest Harlequin

Untitled Poem by Palimpsest

feelings weave words that contain them

sometimes dreams are carried along

surrender is only another way to love

a mind open is a mind completely free

male and female become irrelevant
the same and different all in one
joined in yin and yang hypnotic ecstasy

(c) 2008