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Welcome to the Femdom Poetry section, where words become a symphony of submission and dominance. In this captivating corner of our magazine, we celebrate the art of expression through verse, exploring the depths of femdom dynamics, desire, and power exchange. From sonnets to free verse, each poem offers a unique exploration of the intricate dance between dominant women and submissive men, inviting readers to immerse themselves in the beauty and intensity of femdom relationships. Whether you’re drawn to the sensuality of seduction or the raw emotion of surrender, join us as we journey through the poetic landscape of femdom, where every line is a testament to the intoxicating allure of female dominance.

The Empress of Desire

The Empress of Desire

Beware the Empress of Desire
to whom like moths men bend their wings;
dark temptress for whose ice cold fire
they burn – the fate desire brings.

Ensorcelled happily they slave
to do whatever she may ask,
to grant her ev’ry wish and crave
only that she take them to task.

Ulysses knew her siren song
and he too thrilled to its demand;
writhing restrained by lashings strong
that man’s man too became unmanned.

Bespelled the poet has no choice
Except to give her beauty voice.

You Need Not Answer

You Need Not Answer

You need not answer ’round whom all revolve,
drawn inexorably toward their fate.
You need do nothing for all to resolve,
it is for us to move knowing you wait.

Thus planets orbit ’round their burning sun,
in chains of gravity and dark desire,
until their circling’s over and they come
to fuel at last their funeral pyre.

Like this in ev’ry sphere the greater rules
and so the weaker yields as he must.
To protest this is useless and he fools
only himself who calls his fate unjust.

I would change nothing even could I choose;
the poet’s made to wait upon his muse.

Women’s March

Women’s March

Words I Won’t Say To My Domme

Words I Won’t Say To My Domme

I will never say “I’ll never,”
When talking to my domme.
Or make jokes to show I’m clever,
Or drop the dread F bomb.

I’ll never tell her what she should
Or what she shouldn’t do,
Or that what she says would be good’s
A thing I will not do.

“No” is not in my lexicon,
Nor is the word “refuse,”
“That’s wrong’s” a phrase I’ve made sure’s gone,
“I won’t” aren’t words I use.

I’m careful what words cross my lips,
For Mistress punishes my slips.

Brought To Heel

Brought To Heel

I kneel naked at your feet,
Floored by a look and brought to heel.
So strange to find submission sweet,
Yet that’s exactly how I feel.

Bound here by chains I cannot break,
Forged from the ore of my desire,
I pray you’ll condescend to take
And make of me what you require.

So now I learn to hold my tongue
And how to use it at your cue,
Until you tell me I am done
Or that you’ve more for me to do.

I don’t how we’ve come to this.
I only know it is my bliss.

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