Truth or lie,
Not so clarified,
Is it beauty that you seek or physical desire?
My heart pounds for you,
But there's poison in your head,
My heart is full of madness and regret,
Believing you and your small talking romance,
I'm tired of fantasizing love stories that start with, 'Once upon a time'!

It's not until you kick the bucket that you realize
the noose wasn't the solution to your bruise*
When none is present to grab your kicking feet
and lift you out the bottomless pit of defeat
there are no problems heavy enough to ****
and suicide ain't no solution, just a bad deal.
even your challenges weigh you down
remember there's always a new dawn.

my self most intimate,
unspoiled,
keeping every scar alive,
albeit cloaked in metaphors
like bandages of silk
that hide the oozing;
my self most raw and
un-defiled,
unguarded,
revealed in phrases
composed to ponder
with your time;
is here in lines of poems
playing like a child in the trees,
like a game of hide and seek
a breeze may help you win.
but to find me
you must read between my lines.

Her lips try not to utter a single word about you,
and her heart is restraining from letting you feel it.
So she hides your name in every poem she makes;
where there is freedom to say that–
your smile gives her warm,
the look in your eyes is her weakness,
your touch leaves verses,
and your presence is an embrace.
You are the beautiful idea of her poetry–
the reason behind her glee.

*-Steph Dionisio, January 11, 2017

I dreamt of you
in clouds of blue,
and woke
when the clock
struck two.
I looked to see you
through hues of violet,
standing in the springtime dew.
She was there above you
kissing you softly,
and calming your midnight woos.
She knows your desires,
and pulls at your heart
she is a goddess
to the darkness in you.
I can not compete
for your heart
she does keep
above with the
stars in the sky.
I know how you love her,
her beauty
like no other
I can see it in
your emerald eyes.

The rope that you’re using to hold me
I crave as my very own,
for I am your woman desiring
and submissive is now what I am.

Your whip might hold such terror
for one who knows not of pain,
for me it’s an object of wanting
that drives me to seek it again.

The gag that holds me in silence
so my protests cannot be heard,
arouses me more than I tell you
as screams are held deep inside.

So much of me needs all this from you
making me want in this way,
I cannot find it with others
only you can control how I play.

The torture you give is sublime now
such suffering drives me insane,
my mind goes deep into meltdown
and beyond anything I can explain.

The force of your lash overwhelms me
with agony driving so deep,
yet I must take all that you give me
as you dry the wet tears when I weep.

‘Tis then that you hold me so softly
with arms around me so tight,
to know that I am your slavegirl
and suffering for you is so right.
*

From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 **** Verses 2017

I've loved and I've lusted
Desire clouding my judgement
Mind craving deep connection
Body craving his *******
Give into sin now or later
They say love makes the sensation greater
I don't have time to find out
I need to feel you right now.