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Cry for Me
Cry for me.
let your tears flow like strictured ice
gather upon dried aster leaves,
those droplets. laminate
regard as obscene art
testament to my iron heart
how much pleasure can I give you
how much pain
my lips, to kiss you
my hands, to beat you
my voice shouts out your profaned beauty
names you whore. and my desire
wrists bound in cracked leather
or metal rings
coarse hemp around your waist
fibrous needles piercing
delicate, brazened skin
slave collar of lace
around your bluebird neck.
what woman is this,
who submits to subjugation?
do you process thought? do you reason?
beats in you a heart
that can love? love apart from torment?
my abuse breeds the welts
that decorate you
my cast off fluids make you pretty
only by such
can my despicable needs
be assuaged
suffer for me
as I suffer in my soul -
a resurrection I will never attain
Published 3rd Nov 2013
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3rd Nov 2013 5:57pm
3rd Nov 2013 6:32pm
The pain scourges her soul, sufficing pleasure. Making one worthy through such brazen poetry of raw emotions is the pleasure. Obscene art to die for, John.
3rd Nov 2013 7:08pm
Briliantly inked meataphors ,
Loved how each line took me in. Hooked I was .
KG
Loved how each line took me in. Hooked I was .
KG
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4th Nov 2013 6:50pm
Has there ever been
more submission as in a
masochist's soul?
Sensual write,
liked it a lot.
more submission as in a
masochist's soul?
Sensual write,
liked it a lot.
7th Nov 2013 6:10am
being a submissive you find love in things that many can not... it is within these you bind your heart and soul your Master... and therein lies the love and the torment your heart beats for....
