Poems
Poems by Master Darren
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CRIMSON
FIRE
Hair a toss ‘round crimson cheeks
The gag, moist on trembling lips
A small bird’s rapid breath
snubs back her weeping
Red-raised welts brand gentle flesh
caressing nipple, thigh and crease
Pale blue eyes once cool, aloof
now burn with new found flame
Her molten gaze struggles up
and stokes the fire within me
then drops in desperation
with passion’s goal denied
Two muffled words I hear
bring joy to my heart,
“Please, more.”
ON SEEING HER AGAIN
I recognized her as
she held her place in concentration,
off within a world her own
devoid of all but that next stroke to come.
Her eyes in deep ecstatic expectation
danced behind long fluttering lashes
semi-opened
for a few short moment’s flash.
Sweet, sweet lips I once had known
flowed as honey to a smile
the likes of which I never caused.
A snarling hiss.
A gun shot?
My once beloved rose on tip toe
head reared back with lips I’d loved
apart as in receiving.
She stood, on tip-toe
paralyzed in pain,
arms outstretched, embracing air
but dared not reach to soothe
the fire burning.
In a moment - breath returned,
to her at least.
Mine had left me for all time.
I lurched to save her from this madness but,
before my leaden legs propelled me
that smile returned.
A laugh, yet new to me
bubbled up from some protected well spring
deep within her
setting all things strangely right once more.
My love leant forward
placing hands spread widely
on the table as before
and bent, re-offering red streaked cheeks.
A happiness I could not bring
glowed about that angel face
while tears in rivulets flowed
upon her alter.
My heart, the one I would not let her touch,
now ached in knowing what that man,
through torment had discovered
and I had not the courage for the hunt.
When, by mercy, it was done
the whip laid down beside
he took her roughly,
threw my love upon the ground
and dared her look but to his face with adoration.
Her perfect form a hapless toy
shook as if ashiver
daring not but vain attempt
to crawl upon all fours
into his evil eyes.
I died a little more as he disdainfully
turned away
leaving my most cherished
there to follow on raw bended knee.
At last he turned to look down
there upon her begging,
pleading, tear streaked face.
A single harsh word from him issued
whereupon she lurched into herself
convulsing in a spasm of commanded ecstasy.
In view of all she writhed
singing satisfaction’s song in low
and urgent tones.
So brutally her pleasure clawed
at my just opened wound.
I bled.
My heart lay shredded on the floor behind her.
For in this way he made her cum (come),
and I…I, had (to) let her go.