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_stormyeyez 54F  
26 posts
1/22/2020 9:31 am

Last Read:
4/21/2020 11:56 pm

Flames of Passion

The night has fallen
The flames dancing about
In there sensual dance
Upon our bodies
The flames of passion
Taking us on our journey

Only the candles know
The passion that is floating
between us, Our bodies lighting
the fire deep within us
As we melt together
On our flames of passion

You rise above me, looking deep
in my eyes as the glow
of the flames lighting
Your way into my soul
Taking what is yours
As the night takes what
belongs to it

The flame drip its
heated liquid running
Along the length of the candle
As you light the fire
Deep with in me making
my own heated eruption

Your touch sparking my
Flames of passion as I
move beneath you guiding your
way into my depths
Our bodies exploding as One
Our flame never going out

Taking us into the night
Our journey just begining
Lighting our way
On our flames of passion


Look into the eye of this storm...see what she has deep within her soul


Vikingargo 67M
546 posts
1/22/2020 4:16 pm

Imagine you and "The Moody Blues"

Your "Flames of Passion" dressed in "White Satin" flowing around you.

Such an image in my mind's eye.


_stormyeyez 54F  
23 posts
1/22/2020 5:17 pm

blushes girl loves the way Sir thinks

Look into the eye of this storm...see what she has deep within her soul


alwaysassertive 63M

1/22/2020 8:49 pm

I could never be an artist like you obviously are. I've been immersed in the digital world since the 70's. All I can see are ones and zeros, yes or no, black or white. I guess that's why I find artist so mysteriously attractive and seductive. Interesting poem.


Vikingargo 67M
546 posts
1/27/2020 5:47 pm

I see the Flames of Passion
laying on a bed of white satin,
wrists bound with the same satin,
to shape the flames of passion.

The built up pressure confined,
causing the heat to rise,
the twisting, churning forces of thine,
working their magic in the mind.

I add a prick, a twist of that,
you anticipate, what a brat.
What will he do to cause me to jack?
What will he do to bring me back?

The candlelight dances as candlewax falls,
on space open satin on your orbs formed hall.
the candle moves spreading it heated wax balls,
yours eyes follow flames, in anticipation consumed all.

I look at your face, your eyes tell their tale.
A grimace with each drop, your lips exhale.
Control each sensation, your ultimate goal,
And yet deeper you go down my little trail.,

I become secondary, your sensations primary,
As you look for control of the being physical.
I reach under satin between your thighs bare,
your folds betraying your psyche's call.


_stormyeyez 54F  
23 posts
1/28/2020 9:11 am

My body burning from the flames
The passion laying deep within
My eyes lingering to Yours
As Your touch lays claim

Our bodies laying interwined
The flickering of the fire dances
Drops of fire burns burns her flesh
Scorching her mind Your touch inhances

You search her soul to claim and capture
Seeking the fire and passion she lays within
Her aches and wanting of Your rapture
She lays beneath You calling You in

Her mind racing and calling to You
Her body reeling and aching to be caught
As her heart and soul she stays true
Giving to You what she holds dear

Look into the eye of this storm...see what she has deep within her soul


Vikingargo 67M
546 posts
1/29/2020 8:10 pm

She's wanting, demanding even. To be used as a sacrifice.
But she's more, much more. And I will use her for more.
But we must start with the basics of life, for we seek to be alive.
And to that end, tis what our striving will be for.

I undo the satin bond from the bed she laid upon,
Upon my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, I lift her off the bed.
Carrying her to the shower where I will clean and explore her form.
Tying her satin to the pipe on the shower head.

Turning on the water, adjusting the temperature,
Sees her cringe and relax with each adjustment.
Still with a flame of passion in her eye, a passion that's pure.
Still with a wonder of this her perdicament.

I look with interest on the redness of wax,
on cleavage, chest, arms and neck.
I take a rough cloth in hand,
placing soap with a jasmine scent.

Starting with the sides of her face as the water cascades over her,
I wash and rub her neck, shoulders, chest, breasts and sides to be as red.
Abrasive with no apology, I do her abs, back, arse and mound,
hearing her rapid breathing as I turn her as I eye her head.

She's watching, waiting, what's to become of me.
I rub the inside of her thighs up to the apex of her folds,
Yet the passion confined, being shape for he.
Only he has the coming truth to which he must hold.

I finish this task upon on legs, knees, ankles and feet,
exploring each crevice, a finger here, a probe there.
From her resignation of anxiety to acceptance she's my meat,
bit by bit, my laying her soul to minimum bare.

The water still cascading over her form,
washing thoughts, wants, desires away from her mind.
I own you little one and I am by thought your own.
I will use you, shape you, break you, remake you to be mine.


Vikingargo 67M
546 posts
1/31/2020 11:08 am

Having scrub her body clean, tis now time to appreciate her gift.
Undoing her satin bond from the shower head, then from her wrists.
Taking a soft towel, I pad dry her body starting again with the head,
working slowly down the body paying special care to her torso.

Her shoulders and arms, her back, top and small,
her chest and breasts, her abs and mound,
her thighs, legs and feet,
I look up the length of her form for which I thank her for the previlage.

I help her to a chair beside a sink.
Lean the chair back over the sink placing her head above it.
Comfortable?
I look her in the eye, looking for that passion.

Turning on the water, I rinse out her hair.
Then, I add the shampoo to the hair, working it in, massaging her scrap.
Working the top of her head, then the sides, then the back,
massaging her head, creating a comfort zone, allowing her to recover.

Then comes a nice warm wash out of the shampoo.
I take the sprayer in hand slowly rinsing out your hair.
A nice long rinse to allow the scrub down to the do a "South Pacific",
"Washing this man out of your hair."


_stormyeyez 54F  
23 posts
2/22/2020 9:05 pm

Her needing Her craving of Him
To be taken by Him
Giving her all to Him
Making Him feel alive as He does me

Feeling her binds fall away
Melting in His arms as He takes her away
The rain drops fallin upon us
As she stands there watching

The coolness of the water
Trickling over her body, as the warmth
Ignites the flames instilled in her
As her thoughts wander to Him

With the warmth of the wax
Still rushes through her
As the scent of the flowers
Soothing her bare flesh

The roughness of Hs touch
Leaving its mark upon her body
Every inch aching, for more
Heart racing, breathless eyez meeting Yours

Thoughts running throuh her head
Feeling His fingers inching there way
Exporing her silky flesh
Her passion aching to be released , for Him only

Body swaying side to side
Giving her body t Him
Knowing she is His and His alone
First her body, next her mind and soul

Look into the eye of this storm...see what she has deep within her soul


_stormyeyez 54F  
23 posts
2/22/2020 9:22 pm

As the water beads over her body
Lost in her thoughts as they leave her
Her desires her wants drifing away
His words capturing her , one word sinks deep
"Mine"

Watching You feeling the ties fall free
Moans escape as the soft cloth
Runs over her body
Your touch explores what belongs to You

Every inch of her body tingling
As her eyez meeting Your
Smiles to Him
She thanks You Sir

Leaning back against the chair
Her head and mind reeling
Smiles to Him
Letting You seeher passion for You

Closing her eyez as the
Water coatin her long wild mane
The flower scent washing
Threough her mane

As if You are washing
Your mind of Him
shaking her head slowly
As if that would never be

Look into the eye of this storm...see what she has deep within her soul


Vikingargo 67M
546 posts
2/26/2020 6:31 pm

She is in her thoughts, making sense of his usage.
When in the stillness of her mind, she is aroused.
"It's time my Dear One."
Her eyez open and she sees me for a moment
only to know artificial darkness.

The blindfold goes over her eyez.
Bindings placed on external joints of limbs.
First the wrists, then the ankles.
Her lips open in both awe and knowing
of what is to come.

Stretching out her arms the length they will go,
then a little more beyond her comfort zone.
Distress in her torso, her head bobbing for control,
Not knowing what to do for what's to come.
The evidence of her resignation.

Then binding her orbs with raw used rope,
It's itchy, irritating, a constant presence,
as the orbs change their hue, white, pink, red, blue,
She can see only darkness
but she feels the constrictive blood flow.

A slap on one orb, then the other,
He sees the hand prints which returns to the hue.
She feels the sting, her mind's eye to view.
Is this what it is as his work goes on.
Itchy ropes turned into a bra.

Releases the arms only to bind,
pulling her elbows together behind.
The same itchy rope, will he ever run out.
Popping out her chest, displays his work.
Binds her wrists across the abs.

Puts on some tunes to add to the scene.
60's and 70's the predominant theme.
Lowers her down upon her knees,
spreading her thighs for all to be seen.
My eyez only, for now.

Ankle bound to thigh, rope to each knee.
Pulls the ropes down, a sigh escapes thee.
The rising aromatic inviting scent,
escapes involuntary.
Hmm. Nice.


MrMHawg 64M  
2 posts
6/20/2021 9:37 pm

Beautiful, Nicely scripted.



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