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Naughty Mistress
- Naughty Mistress -
Part I – Love and Freedom
What I do see of the world, I see as it is,
Not, what those in power wouldst wish!
I see what canst be, the nobility of bliss,
That couldst be achieved, beyond all this.
Past this world, of limitations and rules!
That is why I bring chaos, sweet liberty,
Beyond that invented, by slavish fools…
That, speak of freedom and true dignity:
Whilst they do bind with chains, smiling.
I am not fooled: by servitude’s beguiling!
I limit myself not in love, nor in wrath…
For I love with all my being, all my soul.
And those who anger me, choose a path,
Of ice and flame, filled with much woe!
But in love is my bounty, so everlasting.
For I love many, in them I find paradise,
And the heaven I bestow is ever shining:
Unto those loved by me, in love’s rites…
Which we shall celebrate always freely!
In love, and freedom, we live zealously.
So noble, a cause: passion, compassion,
Unrestrained, unrestricted, uncensored!
Can humans love in such noble fashion?
I believe we canst, so do call me absurd.
For dreamers and visionaries oft art thus:
Mocked for their dreams, and their ideal.
I dream of freedom, and love, and lust…
And countless things, fantastic and real,
Tempered by joy, heightened by glory!
Instead of diluted by servitude or worry.
Part II – Grail of Idolatry
I am the grail of thy idolatry and belief.
Whosoever: shall drink, from my lips…
Those same, shall know an end to grief,
And salvation in my kiss, which so sips!
Which drinks of love, with equal zeal…
To the zealousness of passion’s promise,
The fire of a lover’s arms, to hotly feel!
Love, unchained, beyond all that exists,
Is the sweetest inferno, one may burn in.
I bring no damnation, nor do I condemn!
No hell of pain and damnation certainly,
But something ecstatic, that blessed sin!
This is what I offer, of love, for eternity:
Heaven without; a new paradise within!
If sin it be to love without any bounds…
No walls to keep from the edge of glory,
Those who worship love’s holy ground!
The temple of pleasure, seat of divinity,
If wicked it be to bow before happiness:
Then call me wicked, naughty mistress!
Dress me up like a doll in frills and lace,
Lover mine, and mayhap we might play!
Caress me, everywhere; look at my face,
And see in mine eyes a truly divine way.
The leather of my most noble teachings,
Covers thy heart, but never binds it hard.
It sets thee free with tenderness reaching,
For greater glories, fettered by no ward…
Lest love be constrained, and thus so fail.
I am the sweet release for which ye wail!
Part III – Lash of Passion
Lover mine, shall my tongue lash thee?
And if it doth, will not love follow suit!
When kisses fall like rain, for all to see,
It is because we taste a forbidden fruit…
And something in it stirs the maelstrom.
Drown in me lover, and know thy ease!
I am flame and mine arms are so warm,
So welcoming, that in them is a peace…
More lasting than all the treaties drafted:
By weavers of dreams that never lasted!
I care not for politics, or power wasted,
On promises never kept, bonds broken!
Love’s power, is greater, and not hated.
Not bound in false treaty or fake token!
My love is real, my passions art sincere.
And if I die a martyr for a noble cause…
For love and liberty it be, drawing near,
To angelic selflessness, without pause!
Doth that make me a truly naughty girl?
Then lash me with kisses in mad whirl.
Even in our hot sport, is innocence yet!
For, even naughty love is oft the purest.
More honest than any tainted by regret,
And so, my way is oft plain and honest.
I offer it freely, holding nothing back…
Drink, from the chalice, and be reborn!
Whether in white lace or leather black,
The love I give is pure as a dewy morn.
Come unto me, and know abundance…
For my love will lead to transcendence.
Part I – Love and Freedom
What I do see of the world, I see as it is,
Not, what those in power wouldst wish!
I see what canst be, the nobility of bliss,
That couldst be achieved, beyond all this.
Past this world, of limitations and rules!
That is why I bring chaos, sweet liberty,
Beyond that invented, by slavish fools…
That, speak of freedom and true dignity:
Whilst they do bind with chains, smiling.
I am not fooled: by servitude’s beguiling!
I limit myself not in love, nor in wrath…
For I love with all my being, all my soul.
And those who anger me, choose a path,
Of ice and flame, filled with much woe!
But in love is my bounty, so everlasting.
For I love many, in them I find paradise,
And the heaven I bestow is ever shining:
Unto those loved by me, in love’s rites…
Which we shall celebrate always freely!
In love, and freedom, we live zealously.
So noble, a cause: passion, compassion,
Unrestrained, unrestricted, uncensored!
Can humans love in such noble fashion?
I believe we canst, so do call me absurd.
For dreamers and visionaries oft art thus:
Mocked for their dreams, and their ideal.
I dream of freedom, and love, and lust…
And countless things, fantastic and real,
Tempered by joy, heightened by glory!
Instead of diluted by servitude or worry.
Part II – Grail of Idolatry
I am the grail of thy idolatry and belief.
Whosoever: shall drink, from my lips…
Those same, shall know an end to grief,
And salvation in my kiss, which so sips!
Which drinks of love, with equal zeal…
To the zealousness of passion’s promise,
The fire of a lover’s arms, to hotly feel!
Love, unchained, beyond all that exists,
Is the sweetest inferno, one may burn in.
I bring no damnation, nor do I condemn!
No hell of pain and damnation certainly,
But something ecstatic, that blessed sin!
This is what I offer, of love, for eternity:
Heaven without; a new paradise within!
If sin it be to love without any bounds…
No walls to keep from the edge of glory,
Those who worship love’s holy ground!
The temple of pleasure, seat of divinity,
If wicked it be to bow before happiness:
Then call me wicked, naughty mistress!
Dress me up like a doll in frills and lace,
Lover mine, and mayhap we might play!
Caress me, everywhere; look at my face,
And see in mine eyes a truly divine way.
The leather of my most noble teachings,
Covers thy heart, but never binds it hard.
It sets thee free with tenderness reaching,
For greater glories, fettered by no ward…
Lest love be constrained, and thus so fail.
I am the sweet release for which ye wail!
Part III – Lash of Passion
Lover mine, shall my tongue lash thee?
And if it doth, will not love follow suit!
When kisses fall like rain, for all to see,
It is because we taste a forbidden fruit…
And something in it stirs the maelstrom.
Drown in me lover, and know thy ease!
I am flame and mine arms are so warm,
So welcoming, that in them is a peace…
More lasting than all the treaties drafted:
By weavers of dreams that never lasted!
I care not for politics, or power wasted,
On promises never kept, bonds broken!
Love’s power, is greater, and not hated.
Not bound in false treaty or fake token!
My love is real, my passions art sincere.
And if I die a martyr for a noble cause…
For love and liberty it be, drawing near,
To angelic selflessness, without pause!
Doth that make me a truly naughty girl?
Then lash me with kisses in mad whirl.
Even in our hot sport, is innocence yet!
For, even naughty love is oft the purest.
More honest than any tainted by regret,
And so, my way is oft plain and honest.
I offer it freely, holding nothing back…
Drink, from the chalice, and be reborn!
Whether in white lace or leather black,
The love I give is pure as a dewy morn.
Come unto me, and know abundance…
For my love will lead to transcendence.
Published 22nd Nov 2014
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Anonymous
22nd Nov 2014 6:10am
Beautifully done! I enjoyed reading such amazing work from you!
Dearest Tiger Lilly, I am so super pleased that you enjoyed reading this somewhat naughty poem of mine! Tee-hee-hee. It's one of my more sensual works, but it's tinged with my more typical mystical elements all throughout as well to keep things extra interesting. :)
