Poetry by Lady QuyitStorm

Consensually

Consensually I give, surrender, submit.
No doubts, without fear, completely.
Could it be another way, when all that destiny has prepared her for is you?
Consensually she takes, accepts, endures.
With devotion, through the tears, meekly.
For you are Master and hold firmly the reality of two.

The undertones, smoldering, reaching, touching.
Tautly controlled, forbidden, restrained.
A slut, your whore, craving, begging.
On her belly, to her knees, pleading, pleasing.
Consensually

How?

Can I tell him?

.........That I shiver at the sound of his voice. Silken baritone rhythms, coursing through my veins. Disrupting this once efficient shield of protection around my heart.

..........That his logic stimulates me, arousing pulsating desires in a most illogical way. Balancing my emotional extremes with a soothing harmony of reason.

......... Of sleepless nights spent longing for the insatiable. The unknown yet familiar. The him that is mine, yet never will be.

.......... The way that his image dances in my groin to a melody of trust and dreams. While I question the sanity of the insane, and the perversion of the norm.

.......... How the turmoil stops when I see him, only to begin in earnest in his wake. Confusion brought by clarity, denial fed by truth.

..........That I love him.

Evolution

You start as a whisper,
undetectable.
Progressed to a song,
undeniable.
Rising to a scream,
uncontrollable.
Ended in a moan,
unforgettable.
Enter the fever.....I surrender.

The Devoted One

As I Worship...
at your Shrine of Superiority
I chant your name
I hear Linguistical Lullabies
the Scent of Mulberry Memories
assail my senses
I Swoon in Submission

As I Worship...
I imagine you
Reveling in my Adoration
as I wash your feet
and bathe your Manhood
in a pool of Froth and Foam
Bubbling from my Devotion

As I Worship...
I picture you GRANTING me
the pleasure of
suckling the Blackberry Sap
from Erstwhile Acorns
Strewn about your Land of
Longitudes and Latitudes

As I Worship...
I am HOPEFUL
you will ALLOW me
to Shine your
Battle-Weary Black Armor
with Heapings of
Golden-Brown honey
Grown in my hive
of
Accommodation
and
Acquiescence

As I Worship...
I await your PERMISSION
to Sweeten any Sourness
with
Serendipitous Serenades
and
Delightful Dalliances

As I Worship...
it is my DESIRE
to Bestow upon you
Bountiful Bringings
from
Boundless Banyan Trees

As I Worship...
please LET me
LET you
Unwind in my
Web of Woven Willingness
Coated with Cottony Caresses

As I Worship...
I yield to your YEARNINGS
I concede to your CHARISMA
I relinquish my RELUCTANCE
I surrender my SELF
I profess my Passion
I laud my LOYALTY
I waive my WISHES

THE CORE OF CAPITULATION....