The Perfect Crime

Oh, the agony
Still in my prime
Covered in grit and grime
What a despicable crime… caper… case
Corruption… disruption… depravity
Someone opened up my chest cavity
And stole my heart

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I feel so violated
What am I to do?
I haven’t got a clue
Who could be so evil… immoral… felonious?
It makes me so furious
That people can be so nefarious
And do such deeds

But as I ponder
Something about this is wrong
I still feel strong
If it’s an infraction…malefaction…malfeasance
By a deplorable villain
That possibly needs killin’
Why do I live?

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But there is no blood
Was I merely asleep
When into my room did creep
The suspect with prospect of fleecing my heart?
I start to chill
Cuz’ time will tell
More of the truth

As time marches on
Cobwebs disappear
Memories become clear
Where outrage resides…anger subsides…rethinking
That which I thought shady
Has to do with a lady
And what a dame!

Beauty and brains
She dressed the part
Quickly captured my heart
Lovin’ and lustin’…submissive…not ball-bustin’
Obedient, yet playfully freaky
Rump roast, spankable and cheeky
Tight as a vice!

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Kat the cat burglar
The woman of my dreams
With no scandalous schemes
Stole my heart with affection…not misdirection
For my heart, she I now possess
In a lifestyle called D/s
A twist of fate

Kat the cat burglar
Pilfered the perfect treasure
One that will give her pleasure
It will cherish and adore her…never deplore her
And the “victim” now wants it left in her possession
No P.D. called; and forever shared at his discretion
The perfect crime!

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Love’s Journey

A lovely poem that speaks to me on many levels.
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“Love’s Journey”

A collaboration by JW and Cathy

All my life I have searched for you

in the forest, woods, meadows, and glades

first in the light, then shadows, then dark;

convinced that I would instantly know

your voice, your lips, your touch

Yet dreams remained dreams, and you an illusion

And I was alone, a wolf without a mate… or pack;

tempted, sad, faithless

I sought out others but they were not real

None could fill the void that only you could

A void with your shape to complete me

The others? Only flimsy constructs that fell apart

Beneath the weight of broken vows and time

All my life I have searched for the one

That knew his place

Accepted it completely

Heart, mind, and soul

The one that would make me whole

Be my reason to be; my purpose

Guide, mentor, master

Teaching me through actions, not words

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Wishes: a free form fable

I found a bottle on the beach

It had a dusty musty smell

It looked as if it had been there forever and a day

“What the hell,” I said

I’ll clean it up and see if it has a story to tell

Perhaps it has something good to say

I grabbed a rag and rubbed its shaft

Now, perhaps you think me daft

But it shuddered and grew an inch or two

“What the hell,” I said again

This bottle acts like I’m more than a friend

But I kept rubbing it just the same

Black, blue, green, red

An inch of growth with each new hue

Some kind of mood glass varying emotions

And sure enough…when I’m thinking it can’t get more surreal

Out popped its cork

And it burped some froth and foam that smelled much like the sea

Or perhaps merely fishy

Yet one more surprise caught my eyes

The bottle belched

Perhaps it farted

I do not know for sure

But what came out I soon would learn has no known earthly cure

A sad sack genie if ever I’d seen one

He had no compassion

Nor any fashion

He looked and smelled like a garbage dump

And Grumpy could have been his name

For he did not give away wishes

You had to win a bet

He’d give me three wishes if I could wish once and find true happiness

But if I failed no wishes would I get

Just a bottle of my own to reside in

And if I did not play his game

My outcome would be the same, he said

And he’d wreak havoc on humankind just for spite

Perhaps he tried to scare me

But in truth he only dared me

And I double-dog dare anyone to do that to me and win

I’m as crazy as they come

I take dares just for fun

And it’s going to be a pleasure to pop this genie back in the bottle

“Don’t act so cocky you cocky little shit,” the genie said quite smug

“I have a collection of bottled souls who thought they’d beat me quick”

You dickless wonder, I replied, beating bullies is my drug

I’ll send you back to your glass cell

And I’ll have bragging rights to tell the world about your crazy scheme

Tempting humans with your wishes

Destroying human dreams

“Idle threats,” the genie said, “No one’s ever bested me”

“Make your play

Make your wish

Forever my slave you’ll be”

I stepped up to him, nose-to-nose

I knew what wish to make

Each morning I wish to kiss between my lover’s thighs

Make her shiver and shake, and lick her morning dew

And be able to envision all that she dreamed of us throughout the night

So I can know of her love for me and all she truly desires

Then spark the passion fires

For bringing my love true happiness creates it in me as well

And I’ll need nothing else

So be gone you foolish genie

And take your worthless wishes back to your bottled hell

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I Belong

For Alpha, my forever love

I belong to you … only you
before I was born …
before you were born
before God created the universe
I belonged to you

before fate cast us together
there were others—duplicitous boys
who failed to measure up
not man enough to own my body,
nor my heart, nor my soul

for years I floundered … adrift
a ship in search of safe haven
unknown and uncharted
a woman in search of her man
a sub in search of her Dom

my mind mocked the yearning,
the unrealized, half-realized dreams
of the innocent I once had been
its voice of rationality marking them false
and I crashed upon a desolate shore

that is where you found me, my Alpha
and breathed life into my spirit,
forever love into my heart,
shameless craving into my body,
and calmness into my troubled soul

now I belong to you … only you
until the day I die …
until the day you die
until the end of all time
I belong to you

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Bloodlust

He slid onto the bar stool beside her and flashed his most engaging grin, knowing the effect it had on women. Dazzling white teeth coupled with a tanned, handsome—but not too handsome—face, tall, muscular-but-lean body clothed in a perfectly-fitting Armani suit as black as sin. He was every woman’s dream.

She said, “Don’t get too close.”

He said, “Why…you don’t bite, do you?”

She sipped the drink he’d bought her. “I might.” Her cool, gray eyes met his over the rim of the glass, laughter dancing inside storm clouds. She licked salt from her full, red lips.

“And I just might like it.” He bent his head, and moved in close, letting her catch a hint of his expensive, musky aftershave.

She leaned away and their eyes made contact again. Swirls of darkness ebbed and flowed inside the gray. He’d never seen eyes like hers; they excited him even though no blood smeared her body.

She said, “There’s no might about it.”

Her lips parted in a smile that left him breathless. And he wanted her. Badly. He wanted to tangle his fingers in the mass of curly, blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. Wanted to bury his face in the cleavage of her tight, scarlet dress and breathe in her scent. Wanted to run his hands up her shapely thighs and rip off her panties. He wanted to do everything imaginable to her—but kill her. Not yet.

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