Sadistica

(a love Poem)

She cries there in the darkness, tied to the chain link fence.
Her body stripped as I crack the whip again.
Her moans and screams in the night her only defense.
She shakes and shivers as she is caressed by the rain.
A smirk graces his lips as he sees the art
in which the canvas is her flesh.
Her nipples so supple and tart
upon her crimson breasts.
He draws the sword from under the trench.
Scraps his initials for all to see.
He cuts the rope to free the wench
and watch her fall to he knees.
Lifting her with on arm and covering
with his black leather coat.
In his harms she's hovering
with her arms holding around his throat.
Whispers in his ear I love you master.
He smiles and says he knows.
The words drive him to walk faster.
As his appreciation of her grows.

Johnathan "© NyteRaVen" Riesenbeck

Knight In Tainted Armor

In Armor red with blood or many fought and beaten.
Scars apparent on his body from many battles.
He walks threw the hallways of honor he never retreated.
No need for a squire he Carry's his own arms and saddle.

Placing them in their places for another time.
Eyes aflame with the light or pain and war.
He knows he is ready and wants something he calls mine.
To make all these battles be worth fighting for.

Where is his little one to clean off the blood.
To wash and love his body when he is weary in his head.
To appease his desires and to quench the passions that flood.
To be his lover his kitten and servant in his bed.

He knows he isn't normal nor could he ever be.
He is Dominant and takes what he wants.
He covets pain, pleasure, and passions you see.
He has a way of showing love threw his teasing and taunts.

A knight in tainted armor he wears his darkness on his sleeve.
Like a badge to warn off the week, for them to leave him be.
But to that one he could become shining.
For her his world would be her pleasure with me.

Johnathan "© NyteRaVen" Riesenbeck

Sea of Lust and Ecstasy

Come Dance with me in the sea of lust and Ecstasy. Alone here in the woods you and me.

A time unwavering and without remorse has caused me to weary at the light of my torch.

The burning of my séances, the pleasure is my device. Ask if I feel guilty the answer thrice will be no.

The forth time is, yes for the ones I destroyed in their hearts treasure box. Nothing left but their beautiful visage and their beautiful scented locks.

For time indefinite I have lived in my mind. Hoping with another my imagination can be refined. To find that one I have searched these dark woods for years.

For years I have found many flowers that wilted with fear. Some have blossomed at my touch. Some have been to frail and turned to dust. Touch so dark could be a cemetery for the heart.

If your not strong enough don't try and lie. For you would feel the pain and be destroyed from inside.

So come with me if your containing the passions of pleasure and the courage that comes from the heart and come, Dance, Here with me in the sea of lust and Ecstasy.

Johnathan "© NyteRaVen" Riesenbeck

Forever and behind

Slowly I hear my heart beating deep inside my chest.
Yet, another scar from another one who couldn’t past the test.
Why are there so many boundaries between lovers?
Ingrained in their heads just like their mothers.
Only give what you can get in return.
If you do not, your soul will burn.
What book did they get these rules?
Are they inherited to them like family jewels?
Is it too much to ask for someone, that is everything I am not?
Am I truly alone in this ghost town everyone forgot?
I feel like an extinct being lost in my own mind.
Tire of reliving the same past forward behind.
Too much wanting and not enough to take.
Giving to others everything, that I make.
Teaching those whom, I can not posses.
Feeling used up by all the rest.
I want to find that which is mine.
To take and have forever, and behind.

Johnathan "© NyteRaVen" Riesenbeck

Lesbian Bride and Groom

The club was massive and full of people.
So many types of peoples aura filled the air.
A deviant mixture those seeking pleasure and pain.
I awaited my Mistress nude and cold knowing she would soon be there.

My nipples were quite taut as I sat there on the fur rug for A/all to see.
I heard her chains jingle across the stage the only person it could be.
Her form so beautiful seeing her filled me with delight.
My love for her so strong, why I am here tonight.

I lowered my head respectably as a caught a glimpse of her in her leather.
Un sure what she had planed for me but I was soon to find out.
She yelled come here my little one and stand so we may see thee better.
I stood and showed my delicate form and walked to her before the cross.

The towering cross she had placed in the middle of the stage that one NyteRaVen for her had built.
The chains jingled in her hands as NyteRaVen himself and another man came to lift me up to it.
They lifted me high and Mistress chained me there with care.
She chained my wrists and ankles and then around my waist.

She put a chain around my neck threw the ring of her collar I wore.
The men stepped away and walked out the back door.
I was nude and unprotected there for all to see.
Mistress just grinned and whispered I'm going to fulfill your Deaths Fantasy.

I struggled but I couldn't move the chains were firmly placed.
Mistress rubbed her body against me before they hoisted me in the air.
I was so scared I couldn't move but I knew I wouldn't face real death.
The cross fell quickly and I was upside down.

I looked down at the ceiling and the light blinded me.
and when I looked up all I could see was the ground.
Nyteraven came back out with a Stand of red candles and a bucket its contents I couldn't see.
He walked back off the stage she knew he scared me and at that fear she laughed maniacally.

My mind began to race as my fears of being a witch and burned.
What’s in the bucket, I wanted to know the answer but I would dare not speak out of my turn.
Mistress to the candles and poured the wax upon my flesh.
I gasped a wanton gasp as it dripped down my thighs onto my breasts.

She took her hands and rubbed it in and with a warm wax covered glove touched my sex.
She held her hand up to show the audience how well my fear had made me wet.
They clapped their hands and I began to blush at my own fear filled desires.
She took another candle held it up to let it drip and burn.

My mind filled with the fires of a witches torment before death.
I ignited my senses and I felt pleasure and a moan escaped my breath.
Mistress picked up the bucket and held it up for them to see.
The fear returned now, a mind altering ecstasy.

She reached her hand in and took out a handful of something.
She held it so close to her so I could see.
She used the other hand to wipe away the wax to show the red trails they left.
I gasped and try to struggle again and I moaned with anticipation.

She took her full hand and I felt something ice cold being dripped upon my sex.
My body was burning but the cold dripped down in a chilled stripe across my chest
I gasped in fear as I felt many cold stripes crossing the red.
I realized it was ice when a drop landed on the floor under my head.

I felt her place some inside me so cold and warm and moist.
Its melted almost instantly a growling gasp upon my voice.
she reached into the bucket and grabbed to handfuls and ran them all over my nude form.
I came almost instantly and moaned loudly and the crowed whistled hooted and roared.

She stared melting ice on my sex pouring wax the same time.
The hot and cold sensations caused my moans to quake and whine.
She laughed loudly as did the rest of the room.
She showed that she possessed me like a lesbian bride and groom.

How Could I Have Been So Cold

She's crying and hurt, how could I have been so cold.
I kiss away her tears wishing everything was all right.
These things I didn’t understand her sensitivities sometimes grow old.
I didn't mean her to take my words that way and I'm too tired to fight.

So I just try and hold her and am pushed away a few times.
She gives up eventually and lets me hold her against me.
Sometimes being a man can be a crime.
I look at her in her infinite beauty that's all I see.

I should have know over the past year all her insecurities.
Everyday things change with her and with I.
A beautiful friend and companion who is very much a part of me.
I feel her pain now and I for her I would die.

My own stupid mistake makes my blood boil.
Her tears they make my heart sink.
All we feel for each other foiled,
by what was supposed to be just a few drinks.

I just hold as she calms down.
I feel her go limp in my arms at rest.
I kiss away her tears and she makes a girly sound.
Looks into my eyes and knows I will always try my best.

True Love

A kiss that can set you on fire.
Naughty words from these lips to increase your desire.
A taste of my passion to hold you near.
A touch from a gentile but strong hand show you there is nothing to fear.
Powerful arms around you to hold, love and protect.
Silvery blue eyes tell you I'm worth the bet.
If you want to know this all you need to do is but ask.
You only need to ask it and move out of the past.
Move into the future, that is where I reside.
Only if you can past the test of rules that apply.
To love with your heart and to never take it back.
To be loyal and trust, think before you react.
Try and know me and let me know you.
The passions and pains and all we have been through.
Then only then may we know true love.
Without lusts blindness and no clouds above.