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| Welcome to my home page! i'm absinthe They both have the added benefit of allowing avatars, so Y/you can personalize Y/your chatting with pictures. These avatars can be selected from any number of sites, the address of the picture noted, then placed in the code when Y/you log on. There will be S/someone around who can best describe how to do it once you log on and visit. Another free, adult only chat area is Beauty's Castle located at http://www.beautyscastle.com The dungeon area is much more strict at this site though, so be forewarned. To view some absolutely wonderful photo art of the bdsm life, visit http://www.atom.co.jp/GALLERY/PICTURE/Osawa/index.html and click on next to begin viewing. For those interested in vampires there is also the wonderful world of vampires found at http://www.pathwaytodarkness.com Some of my other work can be found there, from time to time, under a different name. i've written a poem, which needs a little background for some. Absinthe is a liquor derived from wormwood, which was popular with artists and literary figures in the past. Ernest Hemingway, Lord Byron and Vincent Van Gogh were all absinthe drinkers. But this page is not about absinthe the drink. my second poem is a bit more explicit. I'm also interested in other P/peoples literature. If any of Y/you wish to post a poem or story, please feel free to submit it via e-mail. The Green Faery by absinthe Absinthe, green within a glass I asked of her, from me do pass And tarry not near me, muse For I hath but my soul to lose. She paused then, just to hear my plea She stopped and turned, and smiled at me. You wish not once to taste my lips? To have but one brief moments sip? Away from me, you lecherous girl! But slowly my clenched fist unfurled And reaching out my hand I touched That thing which I desired much. As I pulled her close, my mind's eye turned Toward my soul, so sure to burn. But greater still was my desire To slake my thirst, and quench my fire. So let my poet's soul be damned For I am simply but a man. I raised my arm to taste of her Blinded by Morpheus' allure. And drinking deep, then deeper still I sought to have of her my fill. This emerald witch, she took my breath And offered me the little death. Le Petite Mort, I know it's name And answered her, without shame. I'll take that which is yours to give I have but this one life to live. She led me to a faery place A land with people of her race And did perform on my fair skin All that I was taught was sin. Absinthe, with her body strong Casting spells with siren's song Offered up her deepest well And caused my engorged shaft to swell. Her slender arm lay 'cross my chest My head upon her pink tipped breast I drank of her, yet drank too deep And now I must, perforce, to sleep. Song of Submission by absinthe A girl kneels before a Man, her eyes downcast Slender feet tucked beneath her smooth, round ass her legs are spread wide so He can easily see the darker down where her thatch forms a V Hands like flowers, graceful, laid upon her thighs palms raised up toward Him, she quietly sighs the posture nothing less than He expects of her as she awaits His pleasure, immobile on the fur Reaching out a roughened hand, caressing her cheek she glances up, and then away, submissively meek His finger tracing down her jaw, He tilts her head His eyes flicker only once toward the bed. A fluid motion brings the girl to her feet Once again, a moments flash, T/their eyes meet Before she could comply, He clasps her arm her tender heart fluttering with alarm He places on the table a black walnut cask and raising up the lid, He withdraws a mask velvet smooth, no holes for sight, blinded now silently subservient, her head did bow He caught her wrists, held them fast, then bound them tight she accepted this as well with neither fight nor flight His hand clenched her tresses, He led her down the hall And attached her shackled wrists to chains upon the wall Admiring her body, her pale flawless skin Picking up a whip He prepared to begin With each and every lash He marked her for His own her legs gaveway beneath her, He could here her moan Freeing her at last, cradled gently in His arms He swore to always keep her safe from Other's harm But these marks she'd vowed to keep, to have renewed Lest, like love, they fade away, as morning's dew Laid upon the silken sheet, He stroked her with delight Adoring eyes gazed back at Him, devoid of fright For this was her Master, she His willing slave her heart, her soul, her being, all she freely gave Now, if you liked those, i hope you return upon occasion to view any additions to my page. And feel free to submit (pardon the pun) any similar poems or stories of fantasy or erotica. A link to someone elses poem of bdsm is http://www.poetrycalendar.com/Caron_Andregg/pavpoem.htm |
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