Category: Poetry
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Ode to Pussy
How silly I feelWhen I am lockedAnd once I revealThe Divine all mocked My tiny lil cockTurned into a pussySecured with a lockLike a weak little sissy The cage has now takenMy masculine prideBut it also did awakenSomething deeper inside My pussy now showsJust how I submitFrom my head to my toesTo the Divine I…
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From the Heart: Love Letters
by Brandy In darkness, where the shadows play,I kneel before you, night and day.With every command, my soul ignites,In your control, I find my light. Your hands, they guide, they twist, they bind,In your restraints, I lose my mind.The sting of discipline, a lover’s kiss,In your power, I find my bliss. A bond unspoken, but…
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Ode to My Wooden Spoon
Inspired by Robb, written. by ChatGPT Oh, humble spoon of grain so fine,Through years and meals, you’ve stood the time.From bubbling broths to stews so deep,In seasoned hands, your warmth I keep. Your handle worn, yet firm in grip,You stir my heart with every dip.Through midnight cravings, dawn’s first light,You’ve been my guide, my true…
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There’s Magic in the Air
by Robb Magic Oh, 2024, with your dawn so bright,There’s magic in the air, a shimmering light.From the first sunrise that kissed the sky,To the last moon that bids the year goodbye. In your embrace, we’ve found anew,The courage to dream, the strength to pursue.Each day a canvas, each night a song,In your magic, we…
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Sadistic Slave Poetry for V-Day
Divine Queen Bitch Tanarra posted a ‘challenge’ to all DSF Slaves and/or Chattel on the DSF Discord Server. Here are those replies: CHALLENGE: Write a ‘sadistic’ Valentine’s Day poem for the Divine. It can be short, or long, but not sappy! NO SAPPINESS! This must be posted in THIS CHANNEL by Feb. 13th at 11:59pm SLT.…
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The Goddesses’ Are on the Hunt
by Bodee Crisp Run ye tractable varmints and shelter yourselves,The rapturous Goddesses are on the hunt,Flee or be ensnared for resistance is futile. Bastet sniffs the air with curled tail alight,Scenting prey she crouches while talons extend,Pointed ears flick back before she pounces. They embody feral vixens,Scenting the musk of their terrified quarry,As savage urgings…
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“Venus and Mars”, a poem by Bodee Crisp
She who rules the savage things,oft on thy bosom he flings. The eternal wounds of your love, drain all of his powers,Wide-mouthed, with greedy eyes he waits, as thy person she devours. Head back, his very soul upon thy lips suspended,Take him in thy embrace, Goddess, let him be upended. Hurt the longed-for body with…
