Poems By Dossie Easton
Trigger warning: consensual erotic violence
HOLD ME DOWN SO I CAN FLY
Your smile serenely permits my confusion.
In ritual pace you buckle the cuffs,
each wrist, each ankle,
Carefully. Your confidence allows my nervousness...
I giggle. You slap my face:
Face me down, my face down,
Wrist to ankle, ass in the air,
On a moonpath at midnight I am bound for liberation.
You enforce sensuality with kid gloves
All over my skin.
Lingering over the tender places, you pinch. Hard.
You have my attention.
Your fingers explore, now leather, now latex,
The insides of thighs and further inside:
You paint grease on my cunt meticulously, slicking every fold:
Your patience allows my hesitation.
You hold me safe so I can struggle.
I pull and yank and freak myself out
You help me out
Pull me in with the blindfold and the gag:
Breathing slow in the darkness,
I relax. You have my senses.
A cool feeling invades my ass
Stretches me more open than I can.
I reach I work I strive I fail:
Give me time, give me clit
A melting warmth, another inch
You hit my ass hard with the heel of your hand
This plug’s too big and
Push it out -
You have my ass.
You tell me I’m all right and
Stroke my back till the shuddering subsides.
I am conquered, and still you encourage
My resistance with your cane.
Rapid little raintaps everywhere
Wake up, skin!
Raps on my cunt, taps on the plug
Without my will my ass is rocking
like the sea at full moon.
In a mountainous silence
I hear the cane
Slice the air
Rolls up my body like a wave
on a rock.
Your hardness allows my dissolving.
One wave breaks on another
Moonstruck like a rising tide:
Each time I think
You have me,
Soaring like an eagle on a string.
Hold me down so I can fly.
Black skin, Scarlet tongue,
hard feet horny trample me,
Beloved, Destroyer, my Mother.
Your skin eats light,
utterly round Your hips.
Your arms trap me implacable
In the language of crows You
open me up You
tear me down
Tigress sweaty over me, Your fur scours.
You turn me over, buffet me,
spread my legs with Your great paws.
Your claws, sheathing and unsheathing,
knead my flesh, spilling little streams.
Scarlet Your tongue, bright like persimmons
You lick salt in my wounds.
Your huge tongue
in the language of frogs
rough like starfish
licks my cunt, sucks me dry:
I am not ready.
Where Your rocks meet Your waters in thunder
Your cliffs are dangerous, my Lady
Your tides turn stones back and forth, clicking.
Your rattling in my ear is all the sound of the universe,
Tails of snakes enfold me, muscles
wrap my limbs, crush my chest, I cannot breathe
Shaman’s rattle, diamond back,
Demon Mother, Killing Moon,
eclipse me in Your infinite darkness.
With shining steel nails on fingers and toes
You lift me, shake me, split my skin
spill my life in sticky red streams and then
You let go.
I land empty
dry and rattling:
I have forgotten that I am.
I must be
Many of you will know of Dossie Easton, the renowned co-author of The Ethical Slut and Radical Ecstasy and one of the world's foremost practitioners of conscious kink and personal transformation through BDSM. We are ecstatic to have her coming over to the UK this Spring to co-lead our week long retreat Dancing in the Dark, with Newman.
You can learn more about Dossie at www.dossieeaston.com