Spanking

Softly it starts
Soft and sweet, slappy taps
Playing upon my buttocks
Tempting me to greater intensity..

Ropes

Your fingers trace my flesh
As you bend me to your will
The softness of your smile
Hides the danger of the kill

I Want to Speak

Slender manicured fingers from her hand reach out and begin to
depress each of the hard buttons.
She knows what she wants.

Poems: The Strength of a Man

The strength of a man
isn't seen in the width
of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width
of his arms that circle you..

The strength of a man
isn't in the deep tone
of his voice.
It's in the gentle
words he whispers...

The strength of a man
isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good a buddy
he is with his kids...

The strength of a man isn't
in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected
he is at home...

The strength of a man
isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender
he touches...

The strength of a man
isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart,
that lies within his chest...

The strength of a man
isn't how many women he's loved.
It's in can he be
true to one woman...

The strength of a man
isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens
he can carry...


© July 15, 1999
Jacqueline Marie Griffiths

Poems: Grace

Grace…

Why do I dream of being a slut?

Of being used by You

But not having my own needs satisfied

Why does the thought of

Being unworthy

Fill me with such pride

Longing to feel pain

Given to Your pleasure

Received with grace.

Why do I dream being tied down?

Not able to move a limb

Being control at the mercy of You

Why does this appeal?

Freeing my mind

Fulfilling my wants

Taking away my fears

There for You to take

Accepting with grace

Why do I dream of humiliation?

Of being unworthy of love

Yet knowing I am loved and wanted

Degradation

Head bowed eyes cast down

Lowest of the low

Not worthy of You

But only in my mind

Humbled in grace

Why do I dream of punishment?

For the slightest misdemeanor

Wanting to take pain disciplined by Your hand

Fearing the pain

But longing for it

Fearing Your wrath

But looking for it

Fear and pleasure entwine

Submitting with grace

~zecrets 2010

Poems: You’ve Got me

You’ve Got me

Turn around and see me

Letting my eyes linger over every part of You.

See the way You make me weak whenever You are near.

You will know that You’ve got me under a spell

That no amount of good sense or wisdom

Can seem to break.

I’m living my life, a life I once considered

Good enough, happy enough…

But now all I can feel is my need for You,

The need to be with You… to let You know

That You have me,

My heart beats only for You.

And with the ache of all this wanting,

All I can think of are the questions….

If only You knew, could we discover

The ecstasy that lovers often talk of

Though few ever feel?

If only You knew, would You love me too?

The secret is out, let the world know

How I once feel for a bright spot in the sky,

The one gem in a world to filled with ordinary objects.

I can’t go back to ordinary, not after this.

A part of me will always want a part of You…

Will always try to grab a hold of a light

Shining through darkness.

Turn around to see my eyes linger over You,

And You will see the truth and beauty

Of the way I care.

Just look at me and You will know

You’ve got me.

~zecrets - 2005

Poems: Before You

I have loved You forever.
Before I knew Your name.
You were a part of me.

Poems: Your Control

Your fingers trace my flesh
As you bend me to
Your will
The softness of your smile
Hides the danger of the kill

do You know...

Do You know what it is that I desire?
Do You know what it is that I need?
Do You understand the need I have to be pushed to my limits?