Poetry

31st October Evil thoughts fill her mind Of blood that drips and bones that grind Her wicked laugh fills the air On your knees you say a prayer But nothing …

This months competition on the Erotic Meet site was to come up with something eerie for Halloween. Everyone who entered was given a title by one of the other participants. …

12th October 2011 Tightening ropes holding me By my wrists just for he Dark desires flow and ebb Binding me in a tangled web . Twisted thoughts grow within Filling …

7th September 2011   Flogger in hand he draws me to him showing the way Hung by my wrists his dark angel muse Leather tendrils reach out to me Wrapping …

Circles circles round they go Like spinning tops that twist and flow Forever joined with no stray ends No sharp corner or surprising bends * Arms that hold me in …

6th July 2011 PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT Apologies for the interruption to normal service but I am delighted to announce that the waiting is finally over and yesterday we got confirmation …

19th June Can you see me? Lost in the darkness A ghostly shape by the fire Am I really here? Reach out and touch me Explore my flesh with touch …

13th June 2011 [audio:http://mollysdailykiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/contentmentedit.mp3|titles=contentmentedit] Contentment is…his hand in mine and lips which meet in a kiss divine, Stories told and laughter shared, moments in which minds are paired The loving …

8th July 2011 I am… A utensil of pleasure A toy to be used An instrument to play with A possession to treasure An object to own A tool to …

27th May 2011 You may, or may not remember the fucktoy Friday poems that I posted here earlier this year, with a series of photographs. I have decided to repost …

15th May 2011 The woven length of rope snakes around my naked flesh Cutting and biting into the very heart of me I twist and turn to loosen its grip …

8th May 2011 Before and after A picture of a scene Waiting Or completed Does he throb at the thought what is to come next Or does she throb with …

29th April 2011 Light caresses of my breast, whimpered passion criesElectric pulses travel, from here to my insidesFlick it; twist it, pull it, pinch it make me gasp and groanRoll …