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Mother Love (part 1)
This poem is dedicated to the DarkEnchantress - she is wonderful. She asked me to write a poem about a fatal attraction - and this is about as dark as I dare go on here.
Their situation was dark
sparks flew when they spoke
it had always been that way
she was his mother
and he, her only son
she had been dominant all his life
but he was now starting to answer back
she didn't like that
He began to hate her
she began to love him
but love him in a way
which love should never be
between mother and son
she dreamt of him
naked
he dreamt of her
dead
He plotted to kill her
so many ways he thought
just one more order
one more dig at him
and he would end it
She spat orders at him
she liked the way it angered him
and the torture on his face
she also watched him shower
from the crack in the door
she couldn't help herself
she was lonely and he was so handsome
so hung
so smooth
He knew she watched him
he made an event of dressing...
and undressing
he tortured her urges
and secretly loved her
but not in a way
a son should love his mother
she had curves
black underwear
tight skirts
and he dreamt
oh, how he dreamt
One evening they rowed
she raised her fist
and he caught it
their faces met
and she kissed him
his grip lessened
and her balled fist softened
to fingers
fingers which slipped inside his robe
found him large
found him hard
He gasped and stood
disgusted
how dare she - this woman
he called his mother
touching him
holding his sex
making him hard
he stormed out and hid
inside his head
dressed quickly and walked
to the park - he sat
She couldn't stop think how he felt
hard and smooth
but he was already hard
when she touched him
he must've been aroused
by the row
but she couldn't stop thinking about him
in the wrong way
He couldn't stop thinking about her
in the wrong way
Their situation was dark
sparks flew when they spoke
it had always been that way
she was his mother
and he, her only son
she had been dominant all his life
but he was now starting to answer back
she didn't like that
He began to hate her
she began to love him
but love him in a way
which love should never be
between mother and son
she dreamt of him
naked
he dreamt of her
dead
He plotted to kill her
so many ways he thought
just one more order
one more dig at him
and he would end it
She spat orders at him
she liked the way it angered him
and the torture on his face
she also watched him shower
from the crack in the door
she couldn't help herself
she was lonely and he was so handsome
so hung
so smooth
He knew she watched him
he made an event of dressing...
and undressing
he tortured her urges
and secretly loved her
but not in a way
a son should love his mother
she had curves
black underwear
tight skirts
and he dreamt
oh, how he dreamt
One evening they rowed
she raised her fist
and he caught it
their faces met
and she kissed him
his grip lessened
and her balled fist softened
to fingers
fingers which slipped inside his robe
found him large
found him hard
He gasped and stood
disgusted
how dare she - this woman
he called his mother
touching him
holding his sex
making him hard
he stormed out and hid
inside his head
dressed quickly and walked
to the park - he sat
She couldn't stop think how he felt
hard and smooth
but he was already hard
when she touched him
he must've been aroused
by the row
but she couldn't stop thinking about him
in the wrong way
He couldn't stop thinking about her
in the wrong way
Published 3rd Jun 2013
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Mark,
Sooo dark....twisted.....psychotically perverse...A true tale of a tainted, love forbidden!
When I suggested the theme for this poem, I truly had absolutely NO idea where your sinister side would take it. But I must say, this is a challenge well met!!
Your vivid imagery...the whole toxicity of this piece seeps into my pores--scraping off the remaining innocense of my soul....leaving it to bleed, corrupted! (LOL!)
This is the type of poem that leaves a black stain on the minds, and in the hearts, of all who read it...one that compels them to stand for hours in the shower---unable to remove it, but unable to deny their feelings of guilty pleasure.
A very well done, my friend! I am eagerly awaiting part 2!! Thank you for the dedication, to be certain!
Sooo dark....twisted.....psychotically perverse...A true tale of a tainted, love forbidden!
When I suggested the theme for this poem, I truly had absolutely NO idea where your sinister side would take it. But I must say, this is a challenge well met!!
Your vivid imagery...the whole toxicity of this piece seeps into my pores--scraping off the remaining innocense of my soul....leaving it to bleed, corrupted! (LOL!)
This is the type of poem that leaves a black stain on the minds, and in the hearts, of all who read it...one that compels them to stand for hours in the shower---unable to remove it, but unable to deny their feelings of guilty pleasure.
A very well done, my friend! I am eagerly awaiting part 2!! Thank you for the dedication, to be certain!
3rd Jun 2013 3:17pm
Well...glad you like it. I couldn't really move it away from erotica - even if it is very perverse.
3rd Jun 2013 3:46pm
3rd Jun 2013 6:09pm
very well written piece
so descriptive
great job
?? in line 5 shouldn't it say
and HE, her only son??
so descriptive
great job
?? in line 5 shouldn't it say
and HE, her only son??
3rd Jun 2013 6:12pm
3rd Jun 2013 7:00pm
dark forbidden sexual urges with ones own mother or other relative.Is a topic that many shy away from,but it is a part of reality.I'm sure there are a few million people in this world who think of these forbidden guilty pleasures with ones mother.hahahahaha.no matter how perverse,this is poetry.i liked it.
