B2W Shakspearian Sonnets

[cuckQuixote]

FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
Beneath the veil, a wicked smile I wear,
My heart a drum, anticipation's beat.
No virgin's blush, nor maiden's trembling fear,
But passion's fire, a stolen secret sweet.

My lawful cuck, he watches with delight,
A voyeur to the dance of lust we weave.
My pale skin pales before my ebony knight,
His touch a whisper, mine a joyous heave.

New World Order, where shadows hold their sway,
I break the chains of duty, find release.
My ivory skin, against his darkness, lay,
A forbidden symphony, our souls appeased.

So let the wedding bells their chorus chime,
For in this night, I find my true sublime.


FROM THE CUCKOLD'S PERSPECTIVE
Upon this night, when vows were made and sworn,
My ivory bride, beneath the moon's soft glow,
Has slipped away, where shadows softly flow,
And stolen pleasures in another's arms are born.

Her laughter rings, a dark and hidden song,
As ebony fingers stroke her silken skin,
Her pale desires in dark embraces win,
Where passion's flame burns bright and fierce and strong.

I stand unseen, a voyeur to their play,
And though my heart should ache with jealous fire,
A strange excitement stirs within my core,
As I behold the beauty of their desire.

This New World Order, where the lines are blurred,
I've found a thrill in what was once abhorred.

 

[cuckQuixote]

Upon my marriage bed, where vows were sworn,
A different love doth lie, a passion bold.
His skin, like onyx polished, doth adorn
This place of sanctity, a story told.
He moves with grace, a panther in the night,
His touch ignites a fire in my soul.
My husband's dick, though sweet, hold no such light,
His love is tame, a story long grown old.

The world outside is chaos, filled with strife,
But here, within these sheets, there's only peace.
My dark-skinned lover brings a joy to life,
A passion that will never, ever cease.
And though I know my husband soon will come,
To clean my lips and taste the sweet deceit,
I'll savor still this forbidden love, undrum,
And in his arms, find respite from the heat

 

[cuckQuixote]

Beneath the silken sheets, where once my cuck,
His weary head upon my bosom laid,
Now lies another, dark, a better fuck,
His passion's heat upon my senses played.

I watch his form, a sculpture carved in night,
His muscles ripple, every breath a sin,
And though the act is wrong, and brings me fright,
A thrill I cannot conquer pulls me in.

He claims me with a fervor I have missed,
His lips a brand against my skin so fair,
His touch a flame that melts away the twist
Of guilt that lingers in the shadowed air.

But soon my husband will return, I know,
His tongue will trace the path where passion flowed,
And he will taste the seed my black bull hath sowed,
And I shall bask in the afterglow.

 

[cuckQuixote]

My ivory skin against his ebony hue,
A stark contrast, yet beauty in the blend.
His arms, like night, encompass me anew,
And in his darkness, guilt I do transcend.

No pangs of conscience mar my stolen bliss,
For in his touch, a world of pleasure lies.
His lips, a portal to a sweet abyss,
Where passion's fire consumes all moral ties.

His whispered words, like secrets in the night,
Inflame my senses with a wicked art.
Beneath the moon, we dance in forbidden light,
Two souls entwined, a masterpiece apart.

So let the world judge harshly if it will,
For in his arms, I find my perfect thrill.