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Mistress

I listen to the owls outside my window at night
Altho I don't understand their shadow songs
They cry for me because I am not wise
I allowed my heart be broken
They weep for my broken heart

Loneliness is a  place where beauty is hidden
And so are the twisted perversions of a woman like me
I have searched from horizon to star drenched horizon for a fix
Found poetry on the silent wing of a Great horned owl
And it brought me to you in sybaritic pieces

My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh

He calls me from my garden
My hands rich in damp earth.  mistress
I remove my clothes on the veranda
The owls are wise of my true and wild nature
They know what a whore is



(Art: Trevillion Images)
Written by Kasai
Published | Edited 25th Sep 2016
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