has had a passion for reading and writing poetry ever since she was sixteen.
She enjoys writing in a myriad of poetic realms, such as the philosophical
and erotica. Her written words have been read by many, and have been published
in numerous high school, international, small press and e-zine anthologies,
as well as heard on radio shows. She enjoys writing poetry because she
is able to capture significant moments in time, a philosophical story,
or a portrait of raw emotions within several written lines of creative
following poem is written in the formal style sestina. One of the most
difficult and complex of the various French forms, the sestina is a poem
consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy. It makes no
use of the refrain. This form is usually unrhymed, the effect of rhyme
being taken over by a fixed
of end-words which demands that these end-words in each stanza be the same,
though arranged in a different sequence each time. We applaud Lady M. for
her erotic use of such a controlled art form!
Mia Jennings, our
talented Staff Artist adds her interpretational illustration below.
by Lady M.
It was an erotic night -
a sultry eventide,
When lips sipped upon the
aged fruits of ecstasy,
A moment when Dom Perignon
transcended into Domme Perignon,
An hour when I became the
Dominant, and a Dom my submissive,
A minute when my fantasies
unraveled and my dreams were explored,
An evening when I hungered
for my submissive with lust and desire.
With confidence I firmly
requested that he submit to my desires,
My appetite felt surreal
that starlit eventide,
My hands roamed upon his
skin to explore,
Teasing him with my whip
until I heard his cries of ecstasy;
And after I spanked my
I ended his punishment
with kisses laced with Domme Perignon.
And with those intoxicating
droplets of Domme Perignon,
I permitted him to unleash
his hidden desires,
Whispering with kink and
question, "Do you like this, my submissive?"
He answered, "Yes, my Mistress."
He was all mine! that delightful eventide,
I spanked him again until
I heard his whimpers of ecstasy,
Before I retrieved my black
leather bag filled with toys, and explored.
"Oh my, what have we in
here? " Questioned my wicked thoughts while I explored,
Feeling a bit tipsy from
the Dom Perignon;
For I had pleasured myself
with numerous sips of ecstasy,
And had become intoxicated
with my thirsty desire,
I was to play Domme that
slightly, drunken eventide,
And the man who began the
night as Dom, my helpless submissive.
I found my favorite spanking
tool for my sweet submissive,
It was my cat o' nine tails
which I rapaciously desired;
Then I laughed a wicked,
little laugh that moonlit eventide,
It was difficult to choose
which intoxicated me more, kink or Perignon?
Or maybe I was just drunk
on my lust and desire,
Or possibly my numerous
sips of his sweat and ecstasy.
I am almost sure it must
have been his sweat and ecstasy,
Because I felt so high
spanking my sweet submissive,
And intoxicated with my
For it was a new arena
of sensuality and discipline to explore,
A new dimension unlocked
by the bubbly waters of Dom Perignon,
Another location hidden
within our fantasies that sinful eventide.
This fantasy we explored
had been guided by our sensual desires,
Which brought us to a higher
level of ecstasy on that hot and kinky eventide,
A night when I became the
Domme in the Perignon, and the Dom my submissive.
"Dom Perignon" Poem Copyright
© 2000 Lady M. All rights reserved.
"Dom Perignon" Illustration
Copyright © 2000 Mia Jennings. All rights reserved.
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