She winked at me and my heart grew bolder
When she smiled at me it emboldened my soldier
I couldn’t get past that sparkle in her eye
It beckoned me come closer, how could I deny?
So I approached and what did I find?
She took my by the hand and transformed to my guide
She led me to danger, in the space of an instant
Her words promised me pleasure, just cover the distance
I did and as if in a trance
When I awoke we were entangled in a forbidden romance
Synchronized trance
Forbidden dance
Between the sheets
Pleasure enhanced
All that in a instant
All that in a vision
All that in a smile that defied resistance
I had no choice, in truth I never did
I was always hers, it was only the journey that could be different
November 22, 2008
Without Choice, Without Remorse
July 24, 2008
Surrender
I won’t stop…until there is nothing left between us…until your jeans are torn and lying in the corner, your thong ripped and stuffed in your mouth to silence your screams, your bra…missing and in multiple pieces and you bent over the table…ass cheeks swollen and red, with me deep inside you whispering into your ear…asking you questions that you can’t answer…pulling your hair when I don’t hear the muffled scream loud enough…scratching your back when I don’t feel you arch it forcefully.
You don’t have a choice. You give me what I want…eventually.
After all the fight is gone, all the resistance spent…all of the fire and attitude channeled into places that swell with the anticipation. You surrender to me and whatever I have in mind. You yearn for nothing but to pleasure me, you dream of only my touch…rough at first, to tame your spirit, then soft, to soothe your broken will.
You desire my body inside of yours, hard…wanting…searching and delivering. You anticipate every thrust and respond with your very being as if nothing else matters but pleasing your master because in the end…nothing else does.
The cycle repeats…
I ask you deny. There can be no denial…I slap you…playfully at first, you smile…so the next one…is harder. You’re surprised. I’m not. I ask again…you deny out of spite…I push you into the storage room and close the door…turn off the light. I force you to your knees, you resist. I push you against the wall, my hand to your throat, I look you in your eyes…close…so close you can taste the sweetness of my breath upon your lips. I tell you what you will do, you nod…you understand.
The choice is no longer your own.
I remove my hand and force you to your knees, your hands find my zipper, that earns you a slap. My rules, you do as I command, only when, not before. I undo my belt, pull it from the jeans, undo the button and pull down the zipper. You reach for it…
Slap. Again. My rules.
I lift you to your feet and bend you over a box. I take the belt and slap you on your ass with it…
once, twice…you cry out…
three times, four…your legs start to quiver…
five, six…I can hear the moans mix with the repressed screams…
seven, eight…you start speaking in spanish…rotating your hips into each strike…
nine…you hold your breath….
ten.
You cum on the spot…legs almost collapsing a puddle soaking the floor. Silently calling my name…”Master”…”yes Daddy”…”I’m sorry”…
Again, I force you to your knees. I lead your mouth to my body and you eagerly taste…your tongue, your lips, licking and sucking hungrily of everything I offer…until finally I can’t hold it anymore…
I explode and like the good little slut you are, you devour every drop of my essence, leaving none to waste.
You ask…“Is Master pleased with me?”
After slapping you for speaking out of turn, I answer by pulling you to your feet and kissing you deeply.
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April 7, 2008
Hope
It’s the light in your eyes
I miss it terribly
It’s the way that you smiled
When I suggested running away with me
Though I know you were placating me
Never for once taking me seriously
The thought alone was enough to give me ecstasy
It was your voice when we conversed for a spell
The way you made topics come alive so well
Your words had texture to me
Though you’d praise my clarity
Your wit came effortlessly
Arousing me…intellectually
I won’t even touch upon the danger
That irresistible stranger
Forever present
Yet avoiding all attempts to tame her
Her appearance results in subtle mood shifts
Still though we approach her warily
Never do we beg of her desist
Never do we resist
At least, never do I
Every word is perfectly timed
To bring a twinkle to her eye
To engage her wit
Make her wonder if
That seemingly innocent word
Had a slightly devious twist
And so I’m consigned
To the hallways of my mind
Where memories dwell
And find no room to hide
Where we still exist
And her wit never relents
And my hopes, however vain
Remain
For out first kiss
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March 31, 2008
Away
In the bed between the sheets
Under the stars while the moon peeks
Our bodies like poetry
When they meet
Ecstasy
That which defines our release
Your touch
Which makes my heart beat
You want it, it’s yours
Come with me
To the place of dreams
Where wonders never cease
And thoughts turn to steam
As actions paint a passionate scene
You scream
I need
You speak
I believe
The pent up frustration
Is but an indentation
The paragraph is spoken
And all resistance is broken
Think of me and we shall be
Together forever
Or at least until sweet release
Tags: Dreams, Erotica, Poetry, Sex
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March 28, 2008
Untitled…
In her eyes I was startled
Trapped in their clarity
She drank me in and held me
An eternity
Naked for her to see
She held my soul
So bold
My arrogance whisked away from me
I was naught but a man to her
And her;
A goddess to me
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March 23, 2008
Questions & Answers
Hmm…so if I kissed you would you kiss me back?
Would you touch me back if my hands caressed the small of your back?
Would you look into my eyes and return my stare?
Would you allow me to lead, and then follow me somewhere?
Would you trust me to never touch you wrong?
Would you never doubt my fingers wherever they might roam?
Would you allow my mind to read yours and respond in kind?
Would you stay with me till the end of all time?
What if I said I’d give you the world?
Deliver it to you wrapped in silk ribbons and pearls?
Use the texture to cause your heart to beat faster?
Your pulse to quicken, would you really resist it?
I’m serious
Can you taste my desire?
Can you look into my eyes and feel the fire?
Can I touch your soul with every word I invoke?
Do you hear the passion that’s evoked
from every note as it’s spoke?
Can’t you hear it?
Tell me you can
Tell me you can feel the fire from the touch of my hand
Tell me you can see it when your close your eyes
Tell me it’s what drives you, what keeps you alive
Tell me you love it, you don’t want it to stop
Tell me my kiss is the only thing that gets you hot
Tell me soon that I can have my way with you
Tell me you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself quiet
Tell me your screams and mine would mix like artistic science
Tell me you’d claw my back and call out my name
Tell me you’d make sure I’d be doing the same
Tell me you like it rough and can’t get enough
Tell me you like me on top…anything to get you hot
Tell me you like to bite
Tell me you know it’s tight
Tell me you know it’s wet
Tell me I’m the best yet
Tell me having sex with me is like an epiphany
Tell me you saw the moon and stars form a symphony
Tell me you saw the sunrise in all it’s glory
Tell me the mountains moved and oceans stopped flowing
Tell me, no I’m telling you
I’m telling you words don’t begin to encompass the things that I’d do
I’m telling you my thoughts would scare most away
I’m telling you this because I know they would drive you crazy
I’m telling you this because I want you in the worst way
So tell me, can you handle all that I say?
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February 22, 2008
Where is my Muse?
Sigh…I haven’t posted a poem in a while as I haven’t written one in quite some time. I’ve found I’ve lost my inspiration, my drive…my muse. I write this in hopes that maybe she’ll come back and grace me with the inspiration to create, the desire to procreate words, to make verbs exist that I’ve fallen in love with over the past several months. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this devoid of creativity, this lack of life…since every line I’ve written has just fallen flat on the paper…the ink refusing even to stick and make a mockery of what…had been till now…true talent and passion.
So I write this with over the top words and expression in hopes that maybe the hyperbole will somehow spur the creativity I so obvioulsy lack back into being.
So consider this a call…if you read this blog…still and you have a topic…any topic that you want to see in lights…
leave me a comment and I’ll do my best to write about it.
On a side note…I REALLY HATE THE WORDPRESS EDITOR. SERIOUSLY HATE IT. Sigh.
Mood: Grumpy and lacking creativity.
-Malcolm Lloyd
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January 20, 2008
Permission Or Forgiveness?
Please listen
I can feel you slipping away
Don’t leave me yet
I need you to stay
I’ve been gone a bit
I promise it’s not you
Every day I’m away
Is another day I miss you
I don’t know how to say
The things that are on my mind
I don’t know how to convey
What I try so hard to hide
The world is strange
I’d love to change the way it works
Reality is so profane
I seek the innocence of your touch
Lay with me the night
That I may forget the horrors of the day
Let me caress you in my arms
To keep my demons away
Let me show you it’s real
That fantasy is reality
Ideas are vague
But words are concepts of actuality
I struggle to find courage
So I keep life at bay
Never living in the moment
I send entire hours away
What am I to say?
I’ve said it all in verse
Describe my needs and my wants
Confess as if in church
Dear Lord…it’s been years since I’ve felt
The type of passion and longing
That overtakes my soul and envelopes
I pray for guidance, have you any left?
Absolution then, if not?
I fear I’m out of my depth
You know what I need
I pray that you grant me leave
My body craves her touch
My heart wants it to succeed
What is right, or wrong?
My mind can no longer see
Her smile overwhelms all
It keeps me on my knees
Beseeching…
Is it then for help or for leave?
Am I asking for permission or forgiveness?
I think it’s time we see…
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January 18, 2008
Time…
Time flows
It’s direction opposite
Where I need to go
I find it…Obstinate
It doesn’t bend to my will
It did when I was young
It would always accelerate
As each year came along
Now I want to return
It doesn’t heed my cry
I call out at night
I call out…out of fright
I need to go back
Theres so much I don’t know
To see him again
Theres so much he doesn’t know
Time takes flight
It no longer heeds my call
Only in my dreams
And even then not for long
Tags: Poetry
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January 4, 2008
So…’08 officially sucks…
Yeah, so after a horrible ending to 2007, the first few days of 2008 suck mucho. One can only hope it gets better from here.
Moving on…I’m not doing New Year’s resolutions this year…I’m doing monthly goals. 
My monthly goal for January is to submit my work to no less than 5 outlets for publishing. Hopefully someone tells me I’m good enough to see my name in lights…or parchment. I’ll take either. 
I also want to start posting something here at least five times a week. I certainly write enough, it’s a bit hard to dicern the drivel from the marvelous sometimes though…oh well.
Oh and Utterz.com looks interesting, I think I can do a few things with that.
Look for my voice coming soon there!
Happy New Year!
-M. Lloyd
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