Invisible Submissive - A Reader's Guest Poem

I am not a poet, so I enjoy this guest post as something new I can add to my blog.  This is from a regular client in my Viva Ponata game.

 Waiting
Longing for you
Loving you from afar
Feeling you deep inside of Me
Yearning
Wanting
Needing that touch
So close but yet so far
Fingertips stretched out for My one
Taking
On fire
Stripping your walls
Crumbling will given
Once was is now what’s meant to be
Submit
Pierced soul
Embraced with love
Bonds so tightly woven
Two minds competing for control
One lost
One won
Taking what’s Mine
Molding her with desire
Her resistance completely given
My love
One thought

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As Passions In Mortality

I'm very happy to present a guest writing. This is from a friend of mine in VP, Little Nymph Lacie. She sent this to me with no intention of me publishing it to my Diary and I was very pleased when she allowed me to, enjoy
 

Beginnings touch softly

while removing her apparel

adorned for the midnight sin

Eyes eagerly walking over body

brazen fingers with tantalizing ideas

and lips introducing exciting mouth sex

amidst the dark ache for ecstasy

devouring reason as two are joined

Evolving into primitive hunger

chaotic thermal waves kiss across

like an avalanche of magma

burning with erotic function

feeding this fire flesh heat

Nails digging trenches in bedroom warfare

experiencing every note of symphony

as two struggle dancing for release

promising justice for bitten lips

Far beyond the reaches of normality

savoring the royal juices swallow

increasing the volume to the mind-altering voice

of orgasm's punishing delight

bending reality without touching

Hearing wonderful cries of climax

savoring all fantasy swollen sounds

dominated by the euphoric first breath

having drowned in heaven nectar

sweat oasis winking at your arrival

Lingering phantoms embodying need

echoes surging from enlightenment

tangled limbs telling quotes of love

Laughs complimenting the genius

who graced this technique of creation

upon the willing as they seek the know

obeying fascinations of the womb

And as we enter the lustful death

Lying together is to be born.