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love me, hurt me
‘love me. hurt me.’ she said
she was born for pain…and attention
I oblige her with the force of my iron clutch
and the ravishing of her perditious portals.
you see, I must slap her cheek before I kiss it,
and the same with her ass.
gripping her hair, I speak unkindly into her ear:
‘whose whore are you?’
she replies ‘yours. only yours!’
and I know she is lying, for when I am gone,
and she needs a cock to suck,
she will find one…
usurper, I boldly wear the mantle of Poet,
incinerating the tenets of classical romance
(the lacy minstrels of Byron’s era would scorn me!)
out of the ashes rises the hedonist phoenix,
phallus aflame –
and I christen it Love.
so my lady is adorned in chains
slave-girl, intimate with the bliss of the lash
as she weeps the wine that will make me drunk.
when her hair hangs in sweaty cords
around her face, and her misery is proclaimed
by the welts upon her naked flesh,
only then will men call her beautiful.
I command her torment and beckon her tears
that she might realize her dream –
and when I have loved her,
she knows she’s a woman.
Published 17th Dec 2013
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you capture the essence of D/s with this piece Sir. thank you for a wonderful read.
17th Dec 2013 4:25pm
I humbly grovel in the glory of your forging shadow, and when the ashes of greatness coils tightly around thy pen, I shudder. Curtsy to you, John:)~
Anonymous
17th Dec 2013 7:24pm
Wonderfully inked and profoundly felt ...
17th Dec 2013 10:01pm
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18th Dec 2013 11:46pm
These lines to me shows the power in this beautifully scripted piece, " I command her torment and beckon her tears that she might realize her dream –and when I have loved her, she knows she’s a woman." You are as cold as ice John, a fine poetic display. Keep on bringing the heat!
25th Dec 2013 9:32pm
Raw and intense feelings evaporate
from those emotion-fulfilling lines,
John. This style becomes you, too.
from those emotion-fulfilling lines,
John. This style becomes you, too.
31st Dec 2013 11:26am
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29th Jul 2014 8:44pm
John sir i am becoming quite addicted to your words. Oh so HOT and brutally bare
Belle
Belle
I have never had such huge hard to
swallow lumps in my throat..until
now... hard to breathe, well can't
think really. Ughm I had much to say
but instead. I'm captured, in beauty
I do see. And it means a lot,
something to be Cherished
swallow lumps in my throat..until
now... hard to breathe, well can't
think really. Ughm I had much to say
but instead. I'm captured, in beauty
I do see. And it means a lot,
something to be Cherished
