The Superlative of Love Is Called BDSM
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“The superlative of love is called BDSM“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.
The BDSM poetry collection “The Superlative of Love Is Called BDSM” is finally available as a hardcover too. Previously it was only for sale as an e-book. Fortunately, that has now changed. This collection is full of beautiful, inspiring BDSM poems, all accompanied by lovely atmospheric images. That makes it a wonderful book to pick up every now and then, to leaf through and to daydream away to the rhythm of the words.

The Superlative of Love Is Called BDSM
Perhaps BDSM is poetry in itself, and the most beautiful sonnets can be heard in the rhythm of the whip. To me, BDSM is the superlative of love, which is why I chose this title. Perhaps I even consider it the purest form of love. Beautiful and intense in all its rawness and ultimate balance.
The book is a collection of my BDSM poems, as Mistress Moriah lives and experiences BDSM. Of course, that will be different for everyone. And that is exactly what makes it so beautiful.
Active and enthusiastic
With various informative websites (Femdom-Lifestyle.nl and MeesteresMoriah.nl), challenging workshops, enlightening lectures, constructive coaching sessions, inspiring e-learnings and also easy-to-read (and accessible) books, Mistress Moriah actively works to introduce the (outside) world to the power and splendour of BDSM.
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The Superlative of Love Is Called BDSM (hardcover)
Following the success of the e-book "The Superlative of Love Is Called... BDSM", these beautiful and inspiring BDSM poems, with atmospheric photos, have been re-released in a hardcover edition. To daydream away with yourself or to give to someone as a gift.
Perhaps BDSM is poetry in itself, and the most beautiful sonnets can be heard in the rhythm of the whip.
9789465011875 | 39,95 euro | Preview copy
My slave
Resolutely I dominate the night
and make red welts on you
as a sign of my eternal love
and your unguarded loyalty
You receive the red trail
powerless to prevent it
and with that same heat I let wishes
and fantasies come to life
Your whimpering and moaning
as small proofs of our bond
In the boundlessness of our world
where the one found the other
A world that only with us
has an extraordinary right to exist
and in days and nights full of promises
you are my greatest consumer…
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Text: Mistress Moriah


