Vivienne in Bloom

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[viviennevividly]

This tension closing in on me… I crave it … come closer, My Darling… closer… Oh, how I want you… Oh, how I crave you… need you… want you… crave you… need you… take everything you want from me… because I am made from you… I am carved from your rib… from your flesh and bone… I am your counterpart… in this life… and the next… and every life thereafter… Impale me with your spirit… your energy… with your very soul… invade me… flood me… fill me… take over my flesh… Inhale me… drawing me inside you… deep inside you…. through you… feel me flowing through your veins… we join… we merge… in breath and energy… soul… as long as I feel safe with you… tucked in tight… flesh of your flesh… blood of your blood… bone of your bone… I will be— and- give you everything you need… everything you want… everything you crave and desire… we will take each other down… build each other up… fresh… renewed… awakened… alive… aligned… divinely bonded and paired.

- Viv

[vivienneinbloom]

[viviennevividly]

It’s my season, so please allow me an ask for the D/s community. You can submit your answer anonymously to @vivienneinbloom if you don’t want to answer publicly.

First, a confession. I have never experienced real D/s or BDSM. I write here from a place of pure longing and fantasy. I posture. I bluff. Writer’s liberties.

My questions: Do you find that Dominants prefer a submissive to be weaker than them? I imagine for a submissive who is strong, disciplined, discerning, brave, and capable in his/her own right, the pool of Dominants who can hold his/her submission is depressingly small.

Does this lead to frustration? Do some subs end up abandoning their truth in order to experience the lifestyle?

If you are a sub, have you ever made yourself smaller/weaker than you are to appeal to or appease a Dominant who is not as mentally and emotionally strong as you?

Lastly, a plea to the Dominants here who embody all the virtues of the role… step out of the shadows. Let us see you. Let us hear from you. The world is sorely lacking in true divine masculine energy. Lead the way. Light the way. Write. Advise. Model. We need your voice. We need you to step into leadership and show others how it’s done.

- Viv 🤍🪽✨

[viviennevividly]

She feels like a bunch of

Mismatched parts

Loosely pieced together

From a bunch of

Mismatched lives

Jagged edges, trying to conform

Trying to be whole

Yet she is here and there and everywhere

But home….

Uncentered, fractioned, split, torn,

Shredded, incomplete

Aching for his hands

For the frame of his body

The structure of his will

To hold her together

To complete the puzzle

For kisses that seal all the cracks

And fingers that sew all the seams

Shaping her, molding her

Defining her, completing her

- Viv

[vivienneinbloom]

Hemp ropes caress your skin,

My willing vessel tied in thread.

Surrender bound in discipline,

No choice just beauty to be read.

Your naked form my living art,

Objectified and stripped of will.

Your pulse a silent, aching heart,

Your flesh my canvas, your body still.

No thoughts escape my holy hold,

You’re now my truthful treasured toy.

In every knot, your deepest longings told

Bound adored, reduced to pure, raw joy

My dripping vessel kept in treasured hold.

Photo suggestion: https://www.tumblr.com/viviennevividly/812427812776689664/you-have-me-strung-up-hung-up-in-your-naughty

A more willing vessel

You’d be hard pressed to find

Bind me intricately

And watch my mind unwind

Each knot a true vow

That keeps me tied up tight

Tethered to your darkness

Where you harbor my light

Wrapped up in your labor

I’m unbridled; unleashed

Held safe in your confines

Heeding each word you speak

- Viv

*I went with my own image choice, but thank you for the suggestion. 😘

[89rooms]

Drink up baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again, between the bars Where I'm seeing you there With your hands in the air Waiting to finally be caught Drink up one more time, and I'll make you mine Keep you apart, deep in my heart Separate from the rest, Where I like you the best And keep the things you forgot

Elliott Smith - 'Between The Bars'

[vivienneinbloom]

[poetrybyonur]

Guard her heart gently. Once she knows it is safe, she’ll love you without ever looking for the exit.

[vivienneinbloom]

He will tell you

That you’re special

You’re different

You’re not like the others

And you so desperately want to believe

You want to be the one

Who turns the tide

But you are not…

Nothing is turning that tide

He should save you from yourself

The way you save others from themselves…

When you tell them

Upfront and honestly

That you’re heart is not available

But he won’t

He wants your admiration

He wants you fawning over him

Like some fan girl

Even if it breaks you

You will believe the fantasy

You will give yourself over

And feed the beast

With your energy

With your submissive heart

And for a while, it will feel good

For a while, you’ll feel special

His “Good Girl”

But eventually, you’ll want more

More than mere breadcrumbs

Licked off the floor like a feral cat

Deny it all you want… for now

But you will want more

And that is not wrong

Wanting more is not weakness

Wanting more is progress

Wanting more is human

Instead you will have to peel yourself

And your broken heart off the floor

And by then, you’re an addict

To those stingy, measly crumbs

Those five, ten, fifteen words a day

Sometimes, less

Sometimes, long periods of nothing

Where you go out of your mind

Overthinking; self-doubting; hurting

And by then, you’ve passed up

Real presence

Real consistency

Deepening connection

Real love

Oh, you’ll go back and forth

More than a few times

With the giving and the taking

The approach and the retreat

The big wins and the sad defeats

The highest highs and the lowest lows

But when you need him

When you’re broken

Literally cracked open and bleeding

And you really freaking need him

He won’t be there

He will never BE THERE for you

And if you’re honest with yourself

Really honest with yourself

You allowed it

You invited it

You even asked for it

You sold yourself short… far too short

Because you wanted to be his

You wanted his ownership

And you will pay the price

The submissive always pays the price

He never promised you a rose garden

He never promised more than let’s see

- Viv

[viviennevividly]

Her soft lips

Swelled salaciously

Beneath his burning kiss

She burst open

Like a tightly bound rose bud

Velvet petals unfurling

One by one

Her covert scent inviting him in deeper

He buried his face inside her

Then his fingers, his tongue, his body

She wrapped herself around him

Enveloping him

Healing him

Awakening all that lay dormant within

And he came home

- Viv

[dreamsareforme]

[wordsbyjenpoetry]

The answer is often found in the question.

[vivienneinbloom]

After reading your poetry here's my gift.

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You kneel in shadowed stone, breath tight,

Duty’s armour thinned by hunger’s bite.

Old ways once soothed; now heat runs deep

Mouth finds mouth, tongue twirls, ripe to weep

Bare breasts begging, nipples made to yield.

Lavish lustful longings tell your tale

Between your thighs shining silk revealed,

Weeping devotion for your stronger male.

Taste my vine, let it flood your core,

Your body my temple in rhythmic more.

Meet my hunger, as my thrusts now own

Your open sex, finally fully known.

[vivienneinbloom]

Ms. V.

How your lines tempt me

Each word a direct hit

To my grey matter

I try to stay away

Weeks gone from here

But you are never gone from my thoughts

You lit a spark within me

That glows warm even now

And I know

One conversation with you

Will stoke those embers

Back to a blaze

Till soon…

[marquislevalmont]

[vivienneinbloom]

She would tear the masks from their faces… one by one… stripping away their falsities… shredding their egos… and then, once they stood naked and vulnerable and true, she would know to whom she could belong… to whom she could succumb… to whom she could submit her everything.

- Viv

[mirrorsinner]

[infazda]

[vivienneinbloom]

Sweetness paired with obsession and kinks, please…

[viviennevividly]

She was aching for a liberation… Hers.

She caught glimpses of it… of herself in the throes of passion—gone animal—but they were incomplete… unfinished. She remained tightly coiled like a snake in hibernation. Cool and hidden.

She needed the full extent of her wildness unleashed. In capable hands. In safety. In partnership. In love.

She studied erotica. Felt the words seep beneath her skin like silk. Felt them flutter like the little wings of migrating monarchs in her belly. Felt the dark velvety saturation of the pulsing blood between her legs. She writhed—in silence and solitude—upon words, thoughts, conversations, visions. Tasting them. Rolling them over her tongue. Grinding them beneath her hips. Her fingers flirting with their wetness.

But she was an unfinished novel. Two dimensional words on a page waiting to be brought to life. She needed Him. The one who could take her from mere words to ecstasy. The one who could hold both her tender, submissive sensitivity AND her feral, primal beast. Her erotic energy coaxed to the surface, seething, dripping, salaciously out in the open. Her animal unleashed, unchained, seething, biting, scratching. Her specific style… strong, discerning, quiet, elegant, wild, raw, and real. She needed Him.

- Viv 🤍🪽✨