Clover's Poetry

[Cloverworked]

Rather than flooding the Creative Corner with a bunch of different posts just to put up my poetry, I figured I'd create a single topic and just post all of it into a single thread.  I'll keep a live "table of contents" below to record what poems can be found on what page.

 

For now I'll just stick to my DD/lg poetry.  If people want to see more, and it's appropriate for this forum, I can post some of more other BDSM/kink-related work and my SFW material as well.

 

It's worth mentioning that both Come Little One and Daddy Is Your Haven were written well before I came out as trans, hence the masculine point of view.

 

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Come Little One

Daddy Is Your Haven

Drawn to the Dawn

Edited April 4, 2020 by budding_clover

[Cloverworked]

Come Little One

Come,
Little one.

 

Heavy is your burden -
I know.

 

One thousand weights must hang from your shoulders,
Each forged from every little stress you must endure.

 

But come here little one,
Be at ease upon my lap.

 

From here you hold within your hand unequalled might,
Resting atop this throne carved from my calves and arms.

 

With the power in this glimmering scepter I hand you,
A single imperious wave banishes all your worries.

 

So play at Princess as long as you'd like my little godsend,
Zealously guarded by the unyielding embrace of your King.

 

Come,
Little one.

 

Deep into your bones are the aches -
I know.

 

One thousand little puncture wounds,
Hewn across your flesh by each biting indignity you must suffer.

 

But come here little one,
Avail yourself within this warming bath.

 

Drawn for you is a wide open sea,
Caverns of bubbles for you to daringly explore.

 

Lain back so sanguinely against the porcelain shores of your domain,
I will wash the troubles of the day from your hair and skin.

 

Unbound little mermaid until you tire and beg for my arms,
Know that your Poseidon stands ever ready with a gentle current.

 

Come,
Little one.

 

Torn must your soul be -
I know.

 

One thousand wild directions tugging,
Each the struggle to keep dignity and poise with good behavior.

 

But come here little one,
Set yourself across the simple expectations of my knees.

 

Your indiscretions before me are cries I read clearly,
Begging for new direction as you grow lost within the world outside.

 

Unabashed defiance twists your features into an ill mask,
Merely the surest way to tell me that you seek my guidance.

 

A gentle palm hovers ready to swing that discipline down upon you,
Justifying every kick and scream you need to until you feel right again.

 

Come,
Little one.

 

Weary after the trials of your day -
I know.

 

One thousand fears draw short the breath of your lungs,
Each a thicker link in a strangling chain of responsibility.

 

But come here little one,
Quest for release no more with the safety of this bed.

 

Buck the demands of your day with every toy I can provide,
Until velvet darkness swallows up the raging fires of another evening sky.

 

Quietly as I pack away a hundred colors forged from wax and imagination,
Crawl to your impenetrable fort with its sheet walls and pillow doors.

 

And know that every line I rumble from your beloved tome of fables,
Will be matched with a simple squeeze of my hand around your own.

[Cloverworked]

Daddy Is Your Haven

Silent.
But for the symphony of crickets,
Gently singing their aria of peace.
A soft lullaby of cicada angels -
Here to conduct an orchestra for your slumber.

Placid.
A gentle rocking breeze to chase away the edge of a summer heat,
Your limbs curled against my arm and chest,
The satin embrace of the sheets smoothly flowing with your breath.
Your bared flesh warmed by the touch of mine.

Nurturing darkness.
A peaceful night,
The perfect canvas for glittering dreams -
A bespeckled velvet sea of ebony,
All for your fantasies to mould and shape.

Bright.

Searing.

Thundering fury.

A pounding of millions of tiny fists against the roof,
And the tranquility of your dreams lies shattered,
Strewn to every corner of our room.

But a single forlorn whimper slips past your lips,
Your eyes snapping open in shock and fear of this violence.

Not a cry -
But it is enough.

Howling.
Glass panes in the windows rattle and threaten to buckle,
caught in the blustering rage of a wild gust.
Creaking moans escape the joints of this old house,
As if it stands ready to collapse in on itself from the burden.

Blinding.
Countless volts of unrestrained power scream through the air,
Stabbing their dagger-sharp flashes across your eyes.
Each threatening to blast through these walls,
With a hateful desire to bite deep into your veins.

Confusion.
Devastating sound assaulting you from all around.
Unrestrained chaos screaming to be let in.
Everything you've worked for now at threat,
All of your peace to be -

An arm.

That is all,
With it the world outside these windows could end,
And you would face it with serenity.

My fingers curl up as they trace along your back,
Finally resting with a firm and gentle grip in your hair -
Pulling your head back to bury my gaze in yours.

No words are necessary;
My silent promise of security drowns out all the pounding.

No flashy gestures are needed;
The tranquility in my breath wards off the wild tangents of nature.

Tightly you are drawn to my chest,
Your face buried deep into the side of my neck.
My chin completes this human shield resting upon your head,
My legs entwined with yours.

All is still now my little angel.

Quilts are drawn above your head to hide you from the Baddies,
That only I remain in their sights -
Horror at my rage if they seek you out strikes them;
Hushed pitter-patters are soon all remaining of their clapping stomp.

A terrified retreat, perhaps?

Shadows once again envelop our world unbroken,
The blinking gaze of the Scaries no longer turned upon you.
Wrapped in that darkness I take your hands into mine,
Dancing you back to the diamond-strewn field of dreams above.

Tight.
One chocked sob slips past your lips,
But you bite it back as quickly as you can.
Why do you fret over such things now?
Your tears won't make me think any less of you.

Close.
My fingertip flits across your lashes,
Soaking up your tear and making you available for more.
One hand upon your bosom to cup your heart,
The other upon your bottom to buoy your soul.

Whispered comforts.
Here you have your safe haven with me.
Strength oozes from everything you are -
You would not allow yourself to regress so little before me otherwise.

So why do you still fear for me to see you cry;
How does it still cut your self-value as if it were weakness?
Embraced here within my grasp nothing could ever make you seem weak -
Lest of all to me.

Let it all go.

I am here to watch over you when you need your moment of release.

Daddy has always been your haven,
Before you were ever even my kitten.

[Cloverworked]

Today's piece isn't explicitly DDlg themed, per se, although I did write it for my little.  Our anniversary is Valentine's Day, and this was part  of my gift to her this year.

 

Drawn to the Dawn

Looking behind,
I see a hole left in the ice,
Shaped in the image of my face.

Frost yet clings to my numb fingertips,
Turned to sparkling diamond in my lips and lashes and hair;
How did I escape that static frozen silence?

Behind me all that is,
Is as all that was,
Ice and Death and Night -

Yet the melting corpse of that glacier,
Even as it turns to a pasty slush of clay and mud around my ankles,
Echoes beautifully in my ears as the first sound I have ever heard.

Abruptly a prickling blade pierces through my senses,
Dancing erratically up along my spine and nape,
Sweeping away the cloak of a sunless plane left draping across my shoulders,

To the Earth I fall with such feral cry;
What madness is this radiating presence I cannot escape,
That it might so deeply and unerringly penetrate through all of me?

Heaving in labor to raise a hand to my brow,
I anxiously cast my gaze towards the boundless emptiness above me;
But the molten gold cast across the sky aches in my soul as it reflects a beauty I cannot fathom.

Freed now from the skin-tight prison,
That thought to trick me into confusing arrest for growth,
Undeveloped eyes strain to make sense of all the empty space before me.

Yet more than to anything else,
They are drawn as if by gravity,
Towards the blazing inferno that now hangs low above me.

And in the churning plasma of the Sun,
Echoes of your voice call out to me;
Desperately beckoning my homecoming.

Is this not home?
A furtive glance at the glacial wall that stands frigid and high at my back,
And the piercing whine of the ice seems as though it were screaming at me to return.

To fit snugly back into the hole my frozen body formed,
Nestled into its arctic and unmoving embrace where I know what to expect;
Death.

Burdened by the soul-crushing weight of that thought,
Exhaustion seeps into every shaking bone;
How simple 'twould be to curl myself down into that hole and Sleep once more.

And yet I find myself repulsed by the memories of that Death,
Knowing it for the first time as the searing-cold poison that once coursed through my veins;
That once drowned my lungs.

Thawed finally from that stagnant ice,
I find my footsteps drawn back from it by the gravity of your care;
To return now would mean a Death far greater than in metaphor.

Belabored steps shaky and uncertain,
Never-the-less I allow your light to wrap itself around my hands and guide me;
I allow you to deafen me with your whispered affections until the cries of the forgotten ice fade away.

Novel though it may be,
As time passes by I find myself desperately searching for this new Sun whenever the Dark returns embrace me;
The brightest guide through the fear I hold for my past.

For you have Risen,
And in the Sunrise I see fire and gold blazing where once there was only grey and winter;
I am finally standing in the Dawn.

Edited April 4, 2020 by budding_clover

[LittleTeacup]

These are all super good! I love beautiful poetry.

 

Your little is very lucky to have someone like you writing heartfelt poetry for an anniversary gift.

[Cloverworked]

Awww, thank you!    I'm lucky to have found her, to be honest.  We've known each other for basically most of our lives and been thick-as-thieves the whole time.  Even when we were broken up for three years and living in different states, we were still on the phone 8+ hours a day lmfao