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captive women
seduce me, she says
tear my clothes, rip my tresses
be the hands of a savage
that rape & ravage
the naked night drags
a good girl in rags
call me whore & mistress
angel fallen to darkness
suffer passion’s lonely art
that breaks my heart
eviscerate your lust
as I writhe in the dust
cede your sorrow to my face
& I am beauty’s disgrace
enthrall my will
with your poet’s quill
your mercy betray
& whip, crack away
till my pagan soul is absolved
then leave me alone & unloved
(Art: William Mortensen)
Published 4th Dec 2015
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4th Dec 2015 8:28pm
4th Dec 2015 9:47pm
To me it seems that whatever you put your pen to comes alive. Such a sad ending for the poet. Here's to hoping that the poet in all of us can find true love.
John
John
4th Dec 2015 11:59pm
Oh the power in this write, the unjust lust victim hood invited, love unrequited. You should be knighted!
Well done Sir John list for me
Well done Sir John list for me
5th Dec 2015 9:37am
you write of liberty with such finesse, mister feddeler...
... loved from start to finish
xo
... loved from start to finish
xo
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- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am
5th Dec 2015 10:19am
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Anonymous
5th Dec 2015 9:55pm
Beautiful ode to online lust / sexting - in my humble opinion / experience
6th Dec 2015 12:06pm
12th Dec 2015 3:43am
Rapid lashes. The lines rip along the page as a leather strap would whip across naked flesh. You breathe life into her fantasies, boldly. Enjoyed! blue angel
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13th Dec 2015 11:33pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 13th Dec 2015 11:32pm
13th Dec 2015 11:30pm
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Ouch... Like it or not, guilt's always going to be a member of the club. But you can never... ever... let it be president. :o
11th Jul 2016 2:57am
