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Tied With A Red Velvet Bow by Laurie Lee

23 Friday Dec 2016

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Our day begins
As dawn arises
Upon the fluffy snow
As it glisten so

Arising from sleep
My love inside me
I realize today
Is our anniversary

It sure has been
A glorious year
Of love and sex
And passion aplenty

My one true love
And forever soulmate
Has shown me all
Without ever asking

I love him so
And will show him now
With a little gift
That he sure will enjoy

So after we climax
And settle down
I excuse myself
To get his gift

Upon emerging
His eyes open wide
As I am before him
All ready and alive

My heels upon me
So sexy and high
With nothing else on
But the bow I tied

It is sexy and lovely
A beautiful color
All that he wants
Is wrapped all under

It so reminds me
Of our wedding day
From last December
In a special way

I took it upon myself
To give him his card
Sauntering over
For him to appreciate

He reads the card
In his sexy voice
With such adoration
It is hard to believe

“To my forever love
My one and only
Please enjoy your present
Tied with a red velvet bow

Happy Anniversary
Forever more
Our love so great
From our heart and soul”

 © Laurie Lee 2016.

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Red Velvet Bow by Amanda Williams

23 Friday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Guest Author, Poetry

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A merry christmas all around
Lots of laughter to be found
Children playing everywhere
Some other people should be there
The ones looking from above
The ones who we still love
Isn’t the same without them here
Gone is some of christmas cheer

A child all alone looking up at the sky
Grandad this year, you won’t come by
Looking on is a mother full of love
Darling they see us from above
You may even miss them a lot
Trust me though they haven’t forgot

See the stars twinkling up high
That is him watching you with pride
He’s in your heart so he’ll always be near
There with your joys and your fears

The child looks up and smiles
So full of love and so fragile
The mother pats him on the head
Time for you to go to bed

Sweet dreams my child and dont you fret
Lots of toys in the morning you’ll get
The child turned around and said
Just before I go off to bed
I hope that the morning comes quick
Tonight I may get a glimpse of old saint nick

I would tell him I dont need many toys
I would rather give to other girls and boys
The mother smiled and said goodnight
Santa will soon be here then take up flight

Later on that starry night
The boy woke with a fright
There was a noise from down the stairs
He had to be careful and to beware
Overhead he heard bells, and a loud ho ho ho!
Under the tree was a gift tied with a red velvet bow

The gift had a small silver locket inside
With a note that simply said wear me with pride
For it contained a picture of grandad and a star
So that he would be with him wherever they are

 

© Amanda Williams 2016.

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Sleigh Ride by Aurora Stoan

22 Thursday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Guest Author, Poetry

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The sleigh sits in the glistening snow,

Tied with a red velvet bow.

Twelve sled dogs raring to go,

Wanting to plough through the fresh snow.

Waiting to take the beautiful bride dressed in white,

To her groom on her wedding day.

To say her vows under the starry sky,

Beneath the mesmerising northern lights.

With the sound of “mush” the dogs take off,

Yelping with delight they race.

Taking her with them to the special place,

The place she will stand and say “I do”.

When one person becomes two.

© Aurora Stoan 2016.

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Tied With A Red Velvet Bow by Line F. Nielson

18 Sunday Dec 2016

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© Line F. Nielson 2016.

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Tied With A Big Red Bow by Martin Tracey

15 Thursday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Dark, Guest Author, Poetry

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Here I sit on this Christmas Eve absorbing the joys of our room

I smile at the glistening tree, place down my mulled wine and take out her favourite perfume

She’s an angel to me and her smell is so sweet yet just one thing that I love so dearly

And the bottle I’ve bought is the biggest I could find to reflect my love so clearly

She’s taking a shower so I have time to wrap her gift as the stairs separate our existence

Now I take out the ribbon, such a rare and beautiful shade, I’m rewarded for my persistence

The ribbon’s too long but that shade of red screams out ‘I love you my darling at Christmas’

I trim the length carefully knowing the red ribbon is precisely fit for its purpose

I’m watching The Holiday, well it’s on the TV, I’m too captivated in my careful wrapping

Then suddenly a twinkling sound drowns out Cameron and Jude and I notice her phone vibrating

I retrieve the phone and become puzzled and disturbed as I don’t recognise the number or name

I answer but don’t speak and allow the unfamiliar voice to pour out his painful refrain

‘Hi honey, it’s arranged, this will be the best Christmas as we begin together our new life’

I hang up the line, my heart sinks like a stone, I can’t believe this of my beautiful wife

Dejected I look down and notice the ribbon which seems to be snaking towards me

A switch flicks in my brain while anger consumes me and stops me from acting rationally

I walk up the stairs, red ribbon in hand and head towards the sound of flowing water

My fears are confirmed as I spot the swollen suitcase and get an urge to slaughter

Amongst the smell of fresh musk, I enter like a ghost and hear her sing Last Christmas by Wham!

The steam begins to clear as I open the shower door and use the ribbon to end this sham

I move so swiftly as I pull the ribbon tight and her beautiful and naked form slides down soapy glass

And her final breath escapes as her betraying eyes stare, I’ve ensured this Christmas is her last

I take the ribbon once more and its silky touch inspires me to fulfil my act of revenge

I manoeuvre the ribbon to a position of irony and laugh at the message it will send

I return downstairs amidst the presents and cards and lift up my dead wife’s phone

I send a text to her lover, pretending to be her – ‘My darling, your present is waiting – tied in a big red bow.’

© Martin Tracey 2016.

 

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Welcome To My Library

08 Tuesday Mar 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Dark, Poetry

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Welcome to my library
A special place
You’ll see
For each and every story
Is special to me

Come let me take you
On a journey
To wondrous, magical lands
Or let us explore
You deepest, darkest fears

Sit down my child
And listen
Close your eyes and let
Your mind conjure up images
As words fill your head

Feel your heart beat quicken
As the story
Takes a twist
Down the path of terror
Into the deepest mist

The cold seeping over flesh
Sinking into your bones
Your eyes
Flicker open, gasps fill the room
As the story comes to life

See my hand reach for you
As the room slowly fades
The nightmares
That had plagued your sleep
Appear before your eyes

Welcome to my library
A special place
You’ll see
For here you will remain
Trapped here with me.

© S.J Warner 2016.

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Shards

08 Tuesday Mar 2016

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A broken mirror
Surrounded by shards
Droplets of blood
Lay on the ground
Seven years bad luck
Or so they say
To her it would mean
Just more of the same
Anger had bubbled
As she stared in the glass
Her true self on show
Until the glass smashed
Oh how she hated
Just what had been shown
The disgust she felt
Mental images left
By lovers of old
Others would say
She was beautiful
They did not see the scars
Not on show
As the blood ran
So did her tears
Soon she’d be free
From internal anguish
The mirror no longer
A vessel of torture
Now hundreds of shards
Reflecting the end.

© S.J Warner 2016.

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Ghost Of Me

08 Tuesday Mar 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Dark, Poetry

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Once I was whole
Vibrant and bright
Once did I dance
Beneath pale moonlight

Now I am tendrils
Wisps of smoke
No longer dancing
My emotions choked

My light has been stolen
Crushing my soul
Now I’m invisible
No longer whole

What could have happened
Not death, don’t you see
The world has created
This ghost of me.

© S.J Warner 2016

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Ambrosia

08 Tuesday Mar 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Erotic, Poetry

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The pop of a cork
Fills the air
Sound of celebration
Of passionate flare

A twinkle in her eye
A smile on her lips
Knowing that soon
She would take a sip

But golden bubbles
Were just not her taste
The ambrosia she desired
Was wrapped in fine lace

Silent and meek
She feel to her knees
The delicate scent
Already a tease

Gentle encouragement
Softness of touch
Awaited pleasures
They would not rush

Eagerness curtailed
By Mistress’ hand
Fingers in hair
Grip silky strands

Locked in the moment
Bound by her trust
The time had come
To submit to their lust

Lips upon lips
Finally she tastes
The heaven that was hidden
Beneath delicate lace

Slow gentle kisses
Covering lace
Shivers of passion
As she held her in place

A night filled with passion,
lust and champagne
Blissful ecstasy
They both would obtain.

© S.J Warner 2016

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Christmas Eve by Sydney Taylor #CinnamonTreats

24 Thursday Dec 2015

Posted by sjw2014 in Cinnamon Treats Advent, Erotic, Guest Author, Poetry

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The night before Christmas,

She walked through the door.

Dropped all of her packages,

Right there on the floor.

She hung up her coat,

And kicked off her shoes.

Turned on some music,

The sweet sound of blues.

Made her way to the kitchen,

For a glass of red wine.

There she found his note,

It sent tingles down her spine.

Have you been a good girl?

All Sugar and spice?

Time for Santa to find out,

If you’re naughty or nice.

Bring up two glasses,

And the bottle of wine.

Leave your clothes here,

I want to see all that’s mine.

Quickly she stripped,

Her ample frame bare.

Her nipples grew hard,

from the chill in the air.

At the top of the stairs,

She entered their room.

Heart pounding her chest,

A deafening boom.

At the sight of him,

She was licking her lips.

A Santa hat on his head,

Pants hung low on his hips.

She tried not to giggle

at his choice in suits.

He had all but a shirt,

Right down to the boots.

He caught her attention

With the flick of his wrist.

She spotted the crop,

Grasped tight in his fist.

I’ll ask you again, Kitten.

Naughty or Nice?

Answer me now,

don’t make me ask thrice.

She sturdied herself,

Or at least she tried.

“That, Sir is something,

Only Santa can decide.”

“Oh sweet one,”

He said through pursed lips.

“Your wise ass remark,

Just earned clamps on those tits.”

She had known better,

but she had a quick tongue.

Two clamps bit down hard,

between, a silver chain hung.

By that chain

She was led to the bed.

“Hands flat to the mattress,

Legs wide, he said.”

“It appears that you’ve decided

to take the naughty route

Santa’s crop to your ass,

Will turn that about. “

With that first strike

Came the sting she loved to hate.

“Start counting girl,

Don’t make Santa wait.”

She counted each blow,

To her cheeks left and right.

He then pulled her chain,

Making those nipple clamps bite.

She could feel her sweet nectar,

weeping down her thighs.

When he reached out to touch

She sang a carol of sweet sighs.

“If you’re quite done,

Giving me sass,

Santa will take,

Your sweet little ass.”

She needn’t answer,

His suit hit the floor.

He slipped inside gently,

Then pushed a little more.

He knew her so well,

Body and mind.

He knew when to be stern,

Yet more importantly, kind.

They rode waves of pleasure,

He made her heart sing.

The love between them,

A most beautiful thing.

She collapsed in his arms,

Once the playing was done.

He looked in her eyes,

Whispered, “you are my one.”

He plucked a box from the table

Smiled at her with pride.

Inside was a note,

Kitten, be my Bride?

The beautiful diamond ring,

Took her by surprise.

She couldn’t control,

The tears falling from her eyes.

Yes! She said, Oh Yes!

As he slid the ring in place,

Then kissed the tears,

Streaking down her face.

Neither could be happier,

It was so hard to believe.

That anything could be better,

Than this, their first Christmas Eve.

© Sydney Taylor 2015

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