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epicpoetic

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Poetic, Powerful & Passionate, Masculine Man

As a powerfully built, strong, intelligent and deeply masculine man - I enjoy submissive females immensely...though spirited, articulate and passionate women predominantly.

I adore the dark beauty of D/s romance and despite being rather charming, warm hearted and approachable; I am not for the faint of heart..... nor indeed those who feign an interest in D/s to scratch their tedious itches.

Attracted to the mind above all else: I adore the psychological elements of D/s....and as an accomplished Dominant Man; happily distance myself from the self-professed Lords, Sir's, 'Kneel bitch' brigade and wannabe's, who litter such sites as these.

I dare to dream that I might find a girl with whom it all fits...the D/s, the physical, the mental and the vanilla...but I am under no illusions about how rare and precious such a person is. But I remain optimistic that I might find someone who can reciprocate my effervescent charm, creative intellect and quick, dry wit :)

Like most genuine Dominants - I prefer good girls with a playful streak, but have the ability to tame the most volatile of shrews and am attracted to exquisite diction, soulful eyes, nervous giggling and elegant deviants...

I particularly appreciate those who can reciprocate my articulate, passionate & playful nature - but tend to like all sorts of people. I'm thoroughly the modern man, but with old fashioned values and a penchant for the finer things in life, decadent debauchery, control, discipline & eroticism.
About 'her'
Preconceptions seem self defeating - but she'll be passionate, spirited, bright and articulate. She will appreciate my strength and power (though will possess her own) and will have a deep hunger for genuine D/s & S&M

I am massively attracted to femininity, eloquence, elegance and sensuality....masochists too I find pleasing, if only because I am so firm handed...though this said I am unlikely to appeal to someone who needs meat-hooks pushed through their faces on a nightly basis, and tend to lean towards CP, rather than sadistic extremities.
I am a nurturing, caring type of man with a big heart and a passion for life....but am often also strict and ferocious, so game players and the dishonest need not apply.

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For those of you who enjoy erotic literature, I have posted some poetry in my journal.... I am enjoying exploring the worlds of story writing and photography too...
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1/5/2016 6:49:59 AM
She lies spent before me, exhausted, vulnerable, satiated beyond her wildest dreams..... She is mine. 


The demise of her greed......left only her utterances......echoing inside her mind....her mind now Mine.....of all complexity stripped bare.......now she flies....and she flies for me. She is mine. 


I study her breathing, her every movement, she is a part of me, an extension of my own flesh, of my very soul. My bright eyes now even more alive....soaking her in....my property, my prize, my muse....my girl.  


The urge to cover her shivering body I quash, for her flesh dances to my tune, cold and relentless...but safe - I hold her.....just out of touch......there to catch her. I study her intently as she trembles, fatigued physically, but still mentally in full flight, she is mine. 


Kite-like she soars, beautiful, majestic, free....but she will return to the gauntlet of my control and settle. For she is mine.  


For me she strives for perfection, endlessly sculpted and refined....my control - her religion. Her body my canvass, her every mark - my design.....she is mine. 


Her deep dark mind - my playground....her soul my slave...Her body my instrument, its divine symphony - under my orchestration.....She is mine. 


Her sexuality redefined, her desires redirected - she is mine. I walk barefoot through the garden of her mind.....picking the flowers of her hopes, collecting her dreams - for they are mine. All mine. She is mine....

1/5/2016 6:49:20 AM

Tender Beginnings...

Your fragile state promotes within me protection.

 

Take up my hand - your submission's resurrection

 

"Now trust me", I whisper - for you I will not fail

 

Give me your all - and together we will prevail

 

I pull you in close - so my heart you can clearly hear

 

I permit you my strength - to help wash away the fear

 

As you drink in my power - I feel you weaken at the knee

 

I sigh, now content - that you truly are a part of me

 

Cling to me - knowing you'll never want to pull away

 

Bathe in me - the light, which illuminates your day

 

Fear me - the dark, which nightly gives goose-pimpled skin

 

Obey me - the judgement, which can absolve your every sin


7/31/2015 5:13:06 AM

Purest porcelain: cracked

Cosmetics all awry

Mock modesty attacked

Blushes – her desires do belie

                      ~*~

Finest form; ecstasy wracked

Tears collecting in her eye

Pointless protest she’ll retract

Only through pleasure does she cry

                      ~*~

From operatic orgasm; hoarse

Song of masochistic infatuation

Her masculine maestro’s force

Sublime & savage penetration

                      ~*~

Free from sadism’s remorse

Gifting sensual laceration

The non-carnal we divorce

 Blinding lust; our destination

                      ~*~

Mere compassion; revoked

Strong hands upon her throat

Darkest sensation: provoked

Desperate breathlessness by remote

                      ~*~

Begs through bulging eye

Her panic’s symphony: divine

Pleading; oxygen I supply

I through sadistic smile; decline

                      ~*~

Before gifting life’s own kiss

Tender breath bestowed

Brought back from the abyss

Her grateful lungs explode

                      ~*~

Time for composure I deny

Instead her gasping mouth I take

And with contented sigh

Of deep depravity partake

                      ~*~

Until in tangled mess

Fatigued & satiated we collapse

To sickly sentiment; confess

And into tenderness relapse.

                      ~*~

For in mere depravity alone

It is wise we do not dwell

And yes even Iove I’ll condone

If darkest depravity exists as well!

                      ~*~

 

4/24/2015 2:51:57 PM

Gracious Disciplinarian


Stolen glimpses will earn His cane



For lowered eyes - at the floor; remain


Of His temptation - you will learn refrain


For as His girl- perfection you must attain!



Your illicit peek - met with fearsome glare


You're pulled from your knees - by a fistful of hair



Roughly stripped, until you stand trembling; bare


Of further indiscretion - this will help you beware



He bends you over, until in perfect position


Your wanton peeking - an unwise decision


Your flesh anticipates - His savage implement's incision


Aware His administration - comes with exquisite precision



You hear its swish - before you feel its bark


Swiftly re-employed - repeatedly finding His mark


Behind bitten lips - you extinguish defiant remark


For when improving His girl - His mercy is stark



As you dance to His tune - You shut tear filled eyes


For your own good; this agony - so Him you cannot despise


No pleasure in this He takes - you reluctantly realise


Generously ensuring misbehaviour - swiftly meets its demise



As you whimper for mercy - He decrees you get more


Trembling knees preventing you – from collapsing to the floor


Now lost in agonising fireworks – His fire you willingly endure


This lesson you’ll be learning – every day you’re still sore



For you must be taught - His words will be obeyed


And from further indiscretion - His cane does dissuade


You're led to the mirror - the stripes of His will; are displayed


Burning brightly in the knowledge - His will; you cannot evade



But with lessons learnt – His warmth now returns


Pulling you into His arms – stroking softly where most it burns


He rubs your striped bottom – as crimson it turns


Renewed understanding - His pleasure; only obedience earns.....


4/13/2015 7:19:46 AM

It’s impossible to resist - His gravitational masculinity

Harder still when exposed – to His beautiful soliloquy

Your temperature rising – the closer His proximity

His very presence caressing – deep inside your femininity


His magnetising charm – masks intensity and ferocity

His casual approach – disguising considerable velocity

His understanding of your being – arouses erotic curiosity

At a dark sadistic love – His romance; marbled with atrocity


He pulls you upon His knee – and quietly whispers in your ear

Stroking your vulnerability - whilst feeding off your fear

As He rapes you with His eyes – He lets His lyrical tongue endear

Blissfully unaware you are, of the dark depravity He’ll engineer.


He defiles you with suggestion – His words now black and blue

His burning, binding statements – your wetness do pursue

Sweet probing serpent sentence – with words, your buttons he’ll undo

His whispers undressing roughly – as verbally He penetrates you too


You lose yourself within Him – no desire have you left, to hide

Harshly his tongue molests you – your frail ego He does deride

His prose poised between your legs – taunting you, before He slips inside

The barbed phallus of His will - eternally within you, will reside...

 
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 Age: 30
 Brandon, South Dakota