Elaine Miller

A Few of my Scribbles

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A List of Dirty Words

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Your Trust

Your trust
Moves me
more than the miracle of childbirth the great pyramids the purring of my cat the smell of home

Your trust
Makes me
ache to pick you up hold you close stroke your cheek tell you secrets listen to your whispers

Your trust
Arouses me
and I dream of playing with you pulling your hair making you gasp spanking you making you cry

Your trust
Scares me
by being so fragile so scarred so hard to read so very fucking tempting for a pervert like me

Your trust
Tastes good



Femme and Beauty

You know it's not the polished look that I adore
the precisely arranged clothing,
not the no-hair-out-of-place front that the rest of the world gets
those ain't why I love a femme

Sure you look good, heading out into the world,
cool and controlled, tucked in,
smoothed down, sparkling with a new-car shine,
lips like candy.

But you know I like it when that polish has scuff marks.
You know I like you best when you are a little
frayed around the edges
soft sweet smile and a little glow.

I like it best when
your movement is loose,
when your stockings are frayed
and I've chewed on your lipstick

You know I like you best when your sweat beads,
and tendrils of hair escape, stick to your cheek,
flushed pink cheeks
Beautiful girl without the cool control.

Femme woman, you are never so beautiful as when you are coming... undone...



A Top's Safeword....

Pretty lady bottom-girl sweet young femme
offers herself to my SM desire
but she looks to me like crushed flowers on sidewalk
and the pain in her eyes scares the hell out of me

I sure ain't talkin' about her masochist's need
'Cause sadism feeds me and she looks like a meal
I can't ignore all the pain coiled inside her
And her hurt and confusion as the years fail to heal

I close my eyes and see her more clearly
Hopelessness whispers a chant of self-hate
Long trained, she nods her assent to each hiss
Weary of trying and resigned to her fate

So often wounded, so wary of happiness
Joy only fleeting, until the "real" plan unfurls
She bites back her tears because Who would care anyway?
And her smile shines brightly; cracked mask for the world

She adds up her value by looks, sex and service
Never learned that she ought to have dreams of her own
Am I truly so rare in this way that I see her?
Forever a small child, lost and alone

Can't hold her, can't help her, I don't have the strength now
Can't fix another -- I learned that one too well
Don't have the energy left to support her
I'd only trip, stumble, and watch as she fell

Pretty girl reaches out, and I turn away
Tell myself to be sensible, I must protect me
I middle-class feel all the guilt of the unmangled
As I shut my door, throw the bolt, turn the key.

(gah. what a depressing poem.)

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